#more tomorrow! :D

[blackjackkent]

Oho, the Emperor speaks up near the Elfsong if you haven't been to its hideout yet.

Poor Rakha cannot walk a straight line to anywhere without getting interrupted.

Given that she's feeling all mixed up about the Emperor rn, and Lae'zel's rescue is by far the top-of-mind priority for her, I'm going to have her stash this idea aside to revisit later, and continue on to Candlehallows.

It's a pretty nondescript-looking little shop. Rakha definitely wouldn't have been giving it a second thought if it weren't for the notes she found in Alexander Rainforest's basement.

Rakha and co. stake the place out for a bit, watching to see if they see any of the doppelgangers Rainforest mentioned. But there's no sign of activity, and in fact the place seems completely deserted.

(A/N: I still have no idea why this is in the mailbox of this building:

)

Rakha is no particular dab hand at lockpicking, and it takes considerable doing to manage to get the door of the place open without the attention of the guards. (By which I mean this took several reloads. I s2g the locals are more jumpy now than they were when I was here with Hector. But we got there in the end.)

There's nothing terribly Bhaalist at first glance about the little shop. It seems, in fact, tremendously pedestrian, albeit covered with a layer of dust from lack of use.

Everyone promptly biffs the perception check in the shop's back room (I'm not sure I've ever had a person pass it?), but Rakha performs a methodical investigation of the whole place and eventually comes across a sheet of paper laying on one of the desks.

Tribunal. Rakha recognizes the word. She fishes the by now very crumpled parchment with the murder list out of her pocket and squints at it.

Those wishing to face the Dread Lord's Tribunal and enter the Temple of Bhaal (it says at the top) must slay the targets on this list and frame the corpses as a murder by the cult of the Absolute. Bring the victim's hand as proof of the killing. Walk in blood, Aspirant.

"This is the entrance to the Tribunal, then," she says slowly, parsing this out. "The place where the red-dressed dwarf was trying to get, by killing Lorgan."

Wyll smiles faintly. "I guess that explains the doppelgangers going in and out. If we're to do the same, they want us to be carrying someone's... hand." He squints at the paper with distaste. "Don't think we have one of those."

"We have the child of their god," Minthara says dryly. "One would think even a doppelganger might consider that sufficient passage."

Jaheira shoots her a narrow look sideways. "Indeed," she agrees. "But it matters not, regardless. We are not here to make friends, and certainly not to impress their Tribunal. We are here to learn the location of their temple, and I see no reason we should do it in a way that pleases them in the process."

She tilts her head. "Unless - Minsc, you too were with us when we battled Sarevok, so long ago. Perhaps you remember the way to the Temple of Bhaal, when I do not?"

Minsc, who has been examining the aforementioned selection of tongs with great interest, looks up at the sound of his name. "The Temple of Bhaal?" he says brightly. "Yes, Boo and Minsc remember it well, and Minsc remembers the way as clearly as if there were not a century of stone in the way." He lifts his chin proudly. "Down."

The others all stare at him for a moment, and then Wyll chokes on a soft laugh which he makes an unsuccessful attempt to hide behind one fist. "Well, glad we got that cleared up," he says. "Meanwhile, I suppose we'd better figure out what this note means." He peers over Rakha's shoulder again. "Let death be your guide," he says. "What do you suppose--"

"Behind the painting," Rakha says absently. Then she stops abruptly, and her eyes widen - because she had not even noticed the painting of a skull on the wall when she came in. The words were automatic, instinctive, not even requiring thought.

But there is indeed a button behind the painting.

Rakha, despite being visibly unsettled by this sequence of events, nevertheless pushes a fist against the button without hesitation; the bookcase behind her slides aside soundlessly at once, revealing a door behind - on which is painted in blood-red (or perhaps simply in blood) the symbol of the Absolute.

Narrator: The locked door has red text on it reading, 'All are awaited, all are embraced, none shall escape.'

[HISTORY] That text is vaguely familiar - try to recall its historical source.

Narrator: That phrase is Bhaalist. This place has some connection to Orin and her cult of killers. You should learn more about them.

(A/N: LMAO. What an anticlimax. I forgot this door is passcoded. Hector received the password in a note from Orin after killing Gortash, but Gortash is still alive for Rakha, so we will have to get the passcode by other means - specifically, by following the murder investigation questline all the way to the end. Which will be fun, tbh, because I definitely skipped like half of it on my past playthrough. For now... I suppose Rakha just stares at the door irritably and then punches it and walks out again. XD )

[forged-in-kaoss]

he's beauty he's grace he'll kick you right in the face

[rhyme-draws-stuff]

cube-ifies them edit: i also made an alpha kids version! (< that's a link to it)

[sapphicbeeduo]

dsmp sign collection!!

[lunisoular]

wing au

[overcastkid]

more!!!!!!

[ruporas]

i’ll find you again in every universe. let us be a little more honest, let us have a little more time.

[moonsart]

Part two of my gift for @berivokcs for the @isat-secretsanta-2024 !!!!! Some post-canon isafrin hugs for you!!! Hope you like it ^^

[expelliarmus]

[pachnychnyszek]

did indeed get distracted. she want sje wants a snail of her own. idk if the server can handle another snail but. Just look at her how could you ever refuse her...

[exoplated]

Orion traced the seams along the midsection of the mech sat quietly in his lap, lingering for a moment on each scratch and notch his servos passed over. The tight quarters of the locker bays meant it wasn't often a bot could find a moment of privacy, so they had to make the most of what they could get.

"D.." He strained, hot exhaust expelling from behind partially parted dentae into the crook of his partners neck.

D-16 shivered as he ground their panels together, trying to keep the sharp metallic sound as quiet as possible in the dark corner they had hid themselves away in. He pulled away slightly so that he could look into the optics of the red and blue bot beneath him, biting his lip slightly before locking Orion into a deep kiss. Glossa searching for entry, a groan was pulled from the other bots vocal processor as their glossas slid over each others'.

A sharp hiss sounded from the junction where their hips met, soft blue light eminating from the biolights of the spike now positioned there. Blue servos wandered downwards, brushing over grey panelling, inviting D-16 to pressurize right into his touch.

D-16's movements stuttered at the sudden shock of spike against spike. Orion ran a thumb through the warm lubricant that beaded at the tip of D-16's spike and down its length, eliciting a tighter grip on the back of his helm. He thrust roughly into Orion's hand and gripped his shoulder as if it was the only thing grounding him in reality.

"So needy." Pax pulled away from the kiss to tease, taking both spikes in his hand and squeezing gently.

[amphibianaday]

day 1812

[drac0line1nn1t]

Hello Tumblr,

I'm back and still in the middle of fuck ass nowhere, so you know what that means, more phone drawings of my favourite old men yaoi

[h0nkshroom]

BEEN WORKING ON THE COMIC SO HAVE SOME AGGIE DOODLES WHILE IM BUSY

[clownsuu]

It's been eating at me lately but I gotta know why MOB!Dusty has so many watches on their wrists??

Is it because they spend most of the time in the vaults that time is a blur down there?

It’s because he looks absolutely dripped tf out LMAOO (literally no reason except to flex- they don’t even know how to read watches/clocks nor does he know the concept of time since they are asleep majority of the time. Plus they like the weight of heavy gold and silver- makes him even more eepy)

Mob Dusty doodles smhhhhh

[forged-in-kaoss]