#Muse: Elezar .

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Elezar will sprinkle in some drow dialect into his sentences because:

He's trying to impress you

He doesn't have a Common word for what he's trying to say

He's not thinking very hard about talking

He's trying to convince you he's a REAL drow

[magesofmystra]

Earawen gave him a hint of a smile before he fled, not really counting on seeing him again. Granted she had only come to pull Liriel out of trouble and considered the Baenre the one that owed her for her effort. Although if she hadn’t been in the city at the time she probably wouldn’t have bothered. It wasn’t as if the humans would have held off their execution long enough for Earawen to get there anyway.

“Come on.” She finally said turning to head off up the street. Most inns wouldn’t tolerate even surface drow staying but there was at least one and that’s where she led her companion.

“Am I allowed to take a bath?” Liriel asked archly, an eyebrow raised at her much smaller ‘supervisor’.

“So long as you don’t run off. I’ll let the authorities chase you if that happens.”

“I’m not a child, Earawen.” Liriel frowned.

“No, just trouble.”

The drow wizardess shrugged. “Nobody’s perfect. I’ll be back.”

True to her word she returned sometime later and the pair were left to wait until the authorities made up their minds about what to do with the drow offenders or if Elezar managed to talk his way out of the trouble. Perhaps both.

After the second day Earawen spotted the wizard, almost surprised to see him again. Given the way he had left them, she had fully expected him to wash his hands of the two women. “I’d have thought that you’d have had enough of us, master mage.

Elezar listened with an expression both sour and pensive, but he seemed more interested in getting out of his cell than anything else. He hadn't been in a prison cell in a very long time, and the memories were hardly fond.

Once freed, he smoothed out his robes, gave a short bow to Liriel, and turned to Earawen. "Thank you for your timely intervention," he said quietly, "now I'd really like to take a bath. I will, uh..."

"I'll see you... later." The slight flicker in his eyes said he was hoping not to. But either way, he bounded off in a hurried step, staving off his growing panic.

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Little bits of Elezar's love language and gestures of affection:

Dressing you up

Dressing up fancy FOR you

Let him do your nails

Let him give you the best foot rub of your life

Cooks dinner for you

Telling you stories he just made up but let's pretend they're real

Wizardsplain magic to you

Showing up in your room at strange hours to seduce you but chickening out and instead just staring horrified and paralyzed at your sleeping body (autistic)

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Elezar takes a look at the concept of wizardly hubris and cries. He has no hubris. He has no ego. He is built on fear and paranoia. Boy pursues power with rubber kitchen gloves and hand sanitizer and 800 backup plans. (He will still pursue the power though).

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Me: Look at him he's so perfect!!! He's so cute and wonderful!!!! Him: Compulsive Liar, Clout Chaser, Gold Digger, Nervous Wreck

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Elezar's answer was a slow, processing blink, visible behind the glimmer of his ruby glasses. They were making camp-- or more the stronger folk were making camp, and Elezar Krem was awaiting his opportunity to prepare dinner and a very tall glass of wine.

The comment finally earned his face turning towards theirs, lips pressed in a coy look. "I never would've thought of that..."

"Have you any other words of sage wisdom? I ought to take out my notebook."

        "you know how to make someone show you where something precious is hidden?" she may not be a vampire, but there is something sharp about her smile in the half-light of a waning day. "set fire to their house. it’s the first thing they go for."

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@celestieu from ELEZAR .

Doing well, thank you for asking. Fine, fine. Let's make camp.

Lip service, clearly, by the fact that Elezar had neglected to join at the fire for dinner. He had to study, he said, but when Madeline came upon him the tome in front of the drow was closed. His hands were pressed to the top of his head, and his nose was on the table in front of him.

"I am calm," he mumbled under his breath, a mantra repeated. "Peace is within me. Peace is-- Lolth's sagging tits, this is a nightmare--"

His head snapped back up, white hair pooling down his back. "Madeline-- how long have you been there?"

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Some notes for Elezar's BG3 AU

TADPOLED

Elezar is found in the beginning of Act 1, and was aboard the Nautiloid ship. He had been abducted while in Baldur's Gate. He seems desperate for guidance, and is fairly disoriented out in the wilds. He approaches the party first, having been tending to wounds from the crash in a nearby cave.

THE TRUTH

Elezar was in Baldur's Gate after being forced out of the magic academy of Waterdeep, on a mission to get employment with local wizarding or academic centers.

So far, his interviews hadn't been going particularly well.

NOT TADPOLED

Elezar is found in Waukeen's Rest, set up in an Inn that had recently been raided by goblins. While he did his best to defend the town, all didn't go well. Elezar is eager to join up in the search for the Cult of the Absolute. Upon further probing, he confesses that he has been sent to the area by his Academy to conduct field research pertinent to the cult.

THE TRUTH

Elezar was recently fired from his Academy after an altercation with a student. He is researching the matter of the Absolute for clout, a bargaining chip of his reputation to hopefully secure himself elsewhere. The goal is for the Arcane Brotherhood in Luskan, who are more likely to take Drow but less morally aligned than Elezar might want.

He is researching the True Soul phenomena for selfish means, in the hopes to be the one to crack the case and later solve the crisis.

Will be adding more later as I progress more in the game.

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Elezar cannot function around horses. he is a horse hater. a horse fearer. Why are they so big. Why do they need super hard things on the ends of their super big legs. Why are their faces so huge.

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Elezar had been waiting for a while for his alleged escort-- really he hadn't ruled out it just being a prank. But a worn sense of optimism drove him to don his hat and glasses and step outside the academy foyer to go looking.

The drow nearly walked right into him; a particularly large man with... particularly large horns.

Crimson eyes widened as Elezar looked up-- and up, and up. The reflex to run was a strong one: a demon. A tiefling. Abyssal. Run. A hand even curled closer to his hip where a wand was ready, but then he spotted the paper in the tiefling's hand. His invitation, written in his own delicate script.

"Lolth's tits," the mage mumbled, not as under his breath as it ought to be. He cleared his throat with a delicate hand over his mouth. "Uh-- yes, yes, you must be Raserai. I see you found one of my fliers..."

You study demons. You're not scared of them. Buck up, Rivvil.

Elezar mustered a smile, as friendly as he could make it. "Would you like to come in? I can brief you."

// @aamusedly liked for a starter

Waterdeep was huge, the scope of this grand city was almost out of his scope. So many people piled on top of one another. One building collapsed and swaths of people would perish. It was an odd thing to think about, but all these walls didn't make him feel safer. Just caged.

But nonetheless, there he was in the heart of a city he could easily get lost in. In fact, he was lost. How did people know where they were going?! Well, at least the variety of people was so numerous and diverse that he wasn't getting too many stares. Gods above he thought he saw a few drow even, imagine that!

The tiefling looked down at the paper that brought him to this giant city in the first place. Some upstart wizard wanted someone brave enough to go get some magical trinket or something of the like for them to "study". Truth be told Raserei was sure it was just some stupid item they wanted to tout around that they have. A trophy of status because their magical capabilities weren't too great.

"Gods, how does one even find a place to piss in this city?!" he growled in frustration looking around because every damn tower in this city looked like a damn wizard's tower to him!

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PLOTTING / STARTER CALL for ELEZAR, my sweet baby wizard who is also a gold digging harlot

I'll put up a starter, or contact you for plotting.

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This post goes out to all my male muses with a slutty little waist

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Elezar is my favorite pushover because you can so easily just literally push him over

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OPEN : ELEZAR .

The last sweep of that bugbear's hammer had sent Elezar flying far and hitting the ground hard enough to leave him stunned for quite a while. The fight was over, but the wizard was still struggling to get up from where he was lying face-first in the dirt.

"Iblith," the drow hissed as he made it to his hands and knees... and found the remnants of the red lenses of his glasses scattered beneath him.

Of all the indignities. His glasses were broken.

Elezar squinted up at the bright blue sky (too bright, too blue), his teeth bared in a distasteful grimace. "...Shit."

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It had been weeks since Tabitha happened across anyone that could have been a potential friend within the Shadow-Cursed lands, as such she was overly generous to those that she had crossed paths with. Elezar just so happened to be the most recent recipient.

"Gotcha something," Tabitha was practically beaming as she approached, the large jar in her hands rattling as she gave it a hard shake. The tadpole inside writhed, the odd chirping sounds it emitted perfectly conveying its agitation, "for your studies."

Elezar Krem wasn't particularly known for his bravery, but he was known for his dedication to alchemy-- which was why he was out in the ruined crags outside of Last Light collecting shadowy seed pods in a pouch.

He wasn't far from light, and the little orb floating freely above his head said he knew better than to travel without it-- even if he was a drow. As such, despite the eerie darkness he still wore his ruby glasses and wide-brimmed hat, if only to block out the light of his own conjuring.

Clearly foraging alone in the shadowlands kept the wizard high strung, because the moment Tabitha stepped close enough Elezar leaped to his feet, rigid. "Don't sneak up on--"

"Oh."

Crimson eyes widened behind his glasses as he stared down at the offered jar. "...Wait. Where did you get this? It's--" he reached out, long fingers resting momentarily against the glass, lightly as if he expected it to shock him. "...Goodness. It's still alive!"

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Elezar is absolutely the type of anxious dude where he could quite possibly go thermonuclear at the first indication that he made a mistake that people noticed with their eyes