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[blackjackkent]

Continuing Hector's terrible day by logging back into the game and IMMEDIATELY having him get mocked by a random goblin guard for having fallen for the warg shit trick:

Anyway, going to try to figure out where Halsin is being held. The quest marker is fairly vague so I think this is going to require asking around.

"A druid? Can't be sure - got one of 'em chained up below, though. Just follow the hollerin'."

Sounds promising and suggests he is indeed inside the corrupted Selune temple/prison, which is just great because Hector wants to be literally anywhere else right now.

Also implies that the correct direction is downwards, which doesn't clear up as much as you might think. This place is a real maze; perhaps Selune is also the goddess of not being able to find your way anywhere.

Another interesting encounter - a Zhentarim trader (who Hector, with a passed history check, recognized by the logo on her outfit), who had some potentially useful insight:

"Goblins sell the best prisoners - cheap, quiet, and eager to be elsewhere. Till this crowd converted and started sending their captives to Moonrise Towers, at least."

She didn't have any info on what Moonrise Towers *is*, though - except that a lot of prisoners of the goblins (or potentially just *these* goblins, and therefore the Absolute) are being headed that way.

The real interesting bit, though, comes when we wander into a back hall and find the goblin's leader, a big hobgoblin named Dror Ragzlin. He is standing over the body of a dead mind flayer, reciting off a magical spell.

"Shuugaan, a shuulkac. O taash okec dor. I command you, corpse: speak! Reveal truth to the Absolute!"

"Nothing. Must be reading it wrong."

He glares at Hector as the group approaches.

Narrator: The hobgoblin turns to you, and the parasite squirms in your skull. You taste the ale on his tongue and the bile in his soul. The vision clouds your inner eye for a brief moment once again. You see the hobgoblin, bowing before the armoured elf you'd glimpsed before. The elf speaks of the hunt for a great weapon, and the rewards that will go to whoever finds it. The hobgoblin's eyes gleam hungrily.

"If it isn't another True Soul." Ragzlin smirks, lounging back on his heels.

Narrator: He doesn't speak his next words, yet they still rattle your skull from within.

"You ever talk to a dead squid? Now's your chance."

Hector has not, nor has he ever wanted to, but perhaps there's information to be gleaned here, so he tries to mask his discomfort as he walks towards the dead illithid.

Study the corpse. Was this the mind flayer that tortured you?

Narrator: This mind flayer's build is smaller, its garb plainer - a fearsome creature even in death, but not the one that tormented you. Yet it, too, roamed the nautiloid. It would have seen you, known you...

"Absolute says the dead squiddie had a weapon. I reckon the killer nabbed it and scooted off to that looter camp," Ragzlin grunts, almost conversationally, between his teeth. "We find who killed it, and we find who took that weapon. So settle in."

Another burst of emotion shoots through Hector before he can respond - different from Ragzlin's brutal rough edges, but the firm sharp line that he has already come to recognize as Shadowheart.

Narrator: You feel Shadowheart's anxiety. The weapon the Absolute seeks - it's the artefact that she carries. The same one that protected you as you entered the goblin camp. Her mind focuses. Their suspicion cannot be aroused. They cannot discover that the weapon they seek is within their grasp.

Hector swallows, keeping his face immobile with an effort of will. To leave now would only be to arouse more suspicion...

"Then let the ceremony proceed," he says uneasily. He can see Shadowheart glance worriedly at him, and gives her a slight shrug in return. Perhaps they can interfere with the ritual somehow...

Narrator: You choke on black smoke as the hobgoblin bellows his incantation.

"I command you, corpse: speak and say sooth. Lhuuc an ac akuul'dec shuulkokec!"

Narrator: The hideous corpse rises, tentacles writhing. Your heart seizes. Under questioning, the creature might recognize you as its killer.

For a moment, he struggles with the question. He has already decided he does not wish to use the powers of the parasite - it saps something fundamental from him, it holds unknown dangers, and he is not confident he has the mental fortitude to do it successfully. But the danger here is acute and real and...much to his shame, his fear is too great.

He turns his head, the parasite squirming as he reaches outwards with his mind.

[WISDOM] Dig into Ragzlin's mind and control the interrogation.

Narrator: Ragzlin's mind reels - then calms. He will speak as you command.

Hector's fists clench and unclench rapidly. He feels raw with fear. This was a mistake. He shouldn't have done this, he panicked, but he's in too deep to back out now.

Narrator: With Ragzlin's voice, you ask...

"What did the killer want?"

Narrator: Ragzlin scowls, shocked by his own words, and a jolt shoots through your skull.

Narrator: The creature speaks in visions - a swarm of githyanki dragon-riders, silver blades held high. Control panels melting, flesh-pods spilled open...

Ragzlin takes a step back; his eyes are glowing with the light of the connection but he knows something is wrong. He's struggling against it. "Gith on the hunt," he mutters hoarsely. "They know something..."

Narrator: He is suspicious, confused by the question that fell from his lips. You proceed carefully...

Equally afraid to disconnect and to stay, Hector forces another question through.

"Why were the gith chasing that ship?"

Narrator: You see dark tunnels lit by noxious pools of brine. The darkness spreads through the earth. The sky splits open and nautiloids pour out of a void that consumes the stars.

"What in the--" Ragzlin bites each word out past the control tightened around his tongue.

Narrator: Suspicion floods Ragzlin's mind. Your brain *howls* as you force a final query into his throat.

Hector feels nauseous and panic-stricken, and only one question feels clear enough to demand.

Who is the Absolute?

"Who is-- who--" The words stagger in Ragzlin's mouth, the deception slipping. He rounds on Hector with sudden fury, the light fading in his eyes. "YOU! You're no True Soul!" he barks.

As the control slips, Hector becomes aware of his companions shifting subtly into a defensive stance, and the other goblins around them turning with sudden malice.

[PERSUASION] "It's a mistake!" he gasps out desperately, clinging to the scraps of influence and control as they begin to slip away. "I'm a True Soul, remember? We connected!"

Ragzlin stares at him for an eternal moment of fear, then scowls and looks away. "Yeah. Yeah. You're right. You're a real True Soul. I felt it."

The illithid body sags back onto the stone, and the hobgoblin roars with frustration and rage.

"No. No! I'm not done!" He rounds again on Hector but the danger has eased; this fury is directed outwards, not at them. Hector feels the muscles in his back begin to unknot, although he can still feel the squirm of the sated parasite behind his eye.

"Riddles, all of it. And nothing to show for the trouble but rotting squid meat." Ragzlin spits. "No answers, no killer, and no damned weapon! Hmph. The damned drow was right. Can't let her get all the glory." He points a finger in Hector's direction. "Seems I ain't done with you. Report to the drow. Minthara's the name. She's mounting an attack on that blasted grove. Tell her you'll join her."

Hector swallows and nods agreement. He has no intention of helping this drow, or anyone in here, kill anyone back at the grove - but there's no question he's pushed his luck more than enough for now. His heart is racing and the images the illithid transmitted are burning into his skull.

[depressedraisin]

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[yeyinde]

Angela Bassett is so stunning, she’s everything I aspire to be and be with

Oh, absolutely!!!! Angela is so gorgeous!! 🤩 I saw her in AHS when I was young (i know, i know), and was smitten ever since.

[sauronism]

louis saying "meow" 😭😭

[oreocoffee]

I absolutely don’t like how he told me to leave, “ab chale jao” me: 😐😡 “chale jao I need to shower” me:😳☹️😢😒

BITCH 😭😫 I’ll kick your balls after suggesting to be your third ball 😂🤦‍♀️

[thefrsers]

#YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM😭

[artsymeeshee]

🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹

[tomhardysurinal]

[seobslatina]

taking pictures in the mirror :3

pairing ; keeho x fem!reader

warnings ; suggestive!! and in public!! flirty keeho (this needs its own warning tbh..) & nothing else i noticed c:

notes ; lowercase intended!!!! pls i need him so bad :P but i've never really done this b4 (writing?!1!2?1!1?) so i hope u guys enjoy!!! ^__^ i also broke it up so it could b easier to read??? soz if that makes it worse >__< feedback is always nice!!! :3

"i wanna go home"

that phrase has rung in your ears countless times as you and keeho walk around the antique store, a small store that caught your eye last time you both hung out.

"cmon kee, we just got here" you hum out, looking at the mirrors. "go wait in the car if you're gonna be rushing me".

he huffs, walking up behind you and leaning his head on your shoulder. "cmon mama, let's just go home" his hands sneakily wrapping around your waist.. "we've been out all day.. i just wanna get you home" his face a little too close to your ear

"keeho stop it" you huff, face flushing as you look at him through the mirror you were both standing in front of. he hums at your words, not caring as he pulls out his phone. "let's take a picture.. my pretty girl and a pretty antique mirror, it'll be cute" he chimes, trying to distract you from his hands, slowly trailing up your waist.

you fix your hair, smiling for the photo as he holds his phone up, taking a few photos, watching you. "such a pretty smile mama" he hums, voice low as he takes a couple more photos. your face flushes more at his words, attempting to turn around. "keeho you're so swee-" but before you could finish your sentence, his big hand presses your upper back, bending you over the shelf, wobbling slightly. a small gasp leaves your mouth as you choke back a whine.

keeho hums lowly, hand slowly trailing to your hip.. "y'look even prettier like this" eyes looking up to your widened ones. "kee, there are people around!!" you whisper shout, but your wobbly knees and whiney voice don't seem too convincing.

keeho pushes himself against you, groaning slightly as his free hand runs up and down your waist.. "look at me mama" he hums, voice low. you turn around, face flushed and eyes wide as you look back at him, met with his sly smile, half lidded eyes looking down at you, and phone camera pointed right at you.

he snaps a couple photos, angling it up to snap a couple mirror photos, your embarrassed face and his hand on your lower back, sliding up to your shoulder to pull you back up.

"so.." he hums, looking over to you

"which mirror were you thinking about getting?"

[zxmbigirlfriend]

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[jinikaris]

FELIX // ELLE KOREA

[marinecanary]

Whoever said Kipperlilly was Brennan's self-insert, here you go 👑

[yeonjune]

TOMORROW X TOGETHER ✙ 'Over The Moon' Official Teaser 1

[drrav3nb]

MARCUS & LUCA | THE BEAR SEASON TWO

[plmp0]

GOD M NOT UR STRONGEST SOLIDER

[intairnwetrust]

Archeron Sisters dressed up as Winx Club characters

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