#weavebcund

[grymfared]

❲ @weavebcund ❳

This strange city was a far cry from the familiar surroundings of Baldur's Gate, or in fact any place in Faerûn that Malchior had ever been in. Well, maybe that was a lie- there were some similarities, but not enough for him to feel any sort of comfort- he'd been able to navigate somewhat ⎛ mostly with Raven's help- truly, the tressym had been his saving grace after he'd fallen into such misery ⎠ - the locals found him handsome and charming, he had caught a fair amount of people looking his way, and wasn't that nostalgic?

He and Rorek had been rather well liked back in Baldur's Gate. And speaking of Rorek ...

Brown hair with a gentle wave. The garb of a wizard- Malchior's heart skips a beat and he snatches Raven up from the spot she'd chosen for a quick nap ⎛ much to her chagrin- ⎠ and the tressym lets out a startled meow as she's squeezed a little too tightly.

Numbly, Malchior loosens his grip and allows her to land beside him as he simply stares at the man before him. Upon closer inspection, the man is most certainly not Rorek, but ... perhaps in another lifetime ...

He sees himself growing old with the wizard at his side. They spend their youth exploring Faerûn, considering following the path of the city's founder- deciding against it in favor of simply settling down, because they've earned it. Rorek is older, but no less handsome, and Malchior's white hair doesn't look so out of place for his age. Two tressyms are curled up by a warm hearth- In another life, they're happy.

The vision fades and he's faced again with the situation at hand. Raven looks up at him with no small amount of concern, and Malchior realizes that he's crying. ❝ Sorry- I ... ❞

How was he supposed to explain this one?

❝ You ... I thought you were someone else- an old companion of mine ... ❞

[enchiiridion]

@weavebcund <3'd!

They were sure they were going to dedicate an entire chapter to this place in their autobiography ( The Great Adventures of Volothamp Geddarm -- to be released posthumously, to have the most accurate and updated information ). Volo attempted to whistle for a while, in the middle of the park, to garner some coin. Perhaps if they saved enough from scratch, they would be able to buy their way out. Alas, they would discover shortly, that all currency was trapped in the little metal contraption they'd yet learnt to use.

They must be sure to save some coin for Tymora in offerings, though, for when they managed to make their way back to more familiar soil. They'd come upon yet another miracle since arriving on the island-- one of those adventurers that they'd become acquainted with! Elminster's prodigy-boy! Mystra's time-bomb! Oh, how relieved they were to finally be around someone who could cast a damn spell! "Well, if it isn't the famed Wizard of Waterdeep! Finally, someone on my level."

[snufkxn]

@weavebcund

Snufkin only had one roommate since he arrived to this new world, but he barely saw her , if at all. So when he returned from an errand of wanderings to get a refill of water; he was surprised to find a rather eccentric looking man in a purple robe. However, he just a let out a breath and offered the stranger a cup of tea.

He didn't mind making a bit of conversation, or answering a few questions while he took a break from his meanderings.

"Unfortunately, I don't know much about magic at all, really. I just wander here or there, hoping to find something interesting, or a way to explain all of this strangeness."

[refliction]

@weavebcund asked ; Well what would impress you, then?

"Anything else - I can't believe you can only cast mage hand. I miss when you had fireball, do you know that? Maybe this whole cooking thing would be easier if you could just douse it in spices and then blast it."

From across the way, he mimics an explosion motion with his hands. He's seated himself out of the kitchen and in the dining room, rather lazily watching as Gale goes about preparing something - seeing as it makes little difference to him, he hasn't asked. He doesn't see what use his current spell catalogue could have outside of grabbing spices just out of reach, so poking some fun seems appropriate. He does love playing the part of peanut gallery.

[isolaradiale]

all good! abilities have been amended with proper descriptions, let me know if there's anything else needed or if something needs fleshed out more! thanks much!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Gale!

You will be housed in CONDO 405.

You will retain the ability to use mage hand up to five times per day and will receive a wooden staff.

– mod pleiades.

[grymfared]

❝ I have found it best to simply give a cat a rather mundane name- surely you must know that cats are more often than not sorcerers of great power. ❞

❝ To name them something grand may alter and ruin their natural magic- at least I have been told that by many a mage. Have you asked the cat if it already has a name? Perhaps that is the first step. ❞

"I'm not sure. What does he look like to you?" Gale tilts his head this way and that, eyeing the cat with scrutiny as he holds it in his arms, idly running a hand over its fur. "Othello, Holder of the Forbidden Tomes... or Norman?"

[wshingwells]

@weavebcund ♡ for an Event Starter !

With every passing day, the sheer amount of people that have made her unwelcome guest squirm puts the girl more and more on edge. Just how many poor souls were pulled from their lives, only to be then pulled even farther when they got here ? If she thinks about it for too long, that looming dread cloud starts to block out her otherwise sunny disposition...

So instead of sitting on it for too long, Snow waved away that dark cloud and approached the wizard carefully. Well, she can assume he's a wizard anyways, he's certainly dressed like one...

" Copper for your thoughts my friend ? Why, if those brows of yours furrows any deeper, they may just pull right off your face ! "

[elfbear]

@weavebcund liked for a starter.

After the first few familiar faces he's run into , seeing Gale doesn't have the same " spark " , so to speak. Sure , he's still happy to see him , but it's not as relieving as the first two were. Instead , it leaves him with a growing dread. A seed of doubt planted deep within his mind that he won't be returning back to the shadow cursed lands anytime soon. That he will never be able to free them from their blight.

The thought is shaken from his head as he approaches where Gale is sat. ❛ I hope you won't mind some company. ❜ Halsin lowers himself onto the grass before even getting an answer , letting out a soft sigh. He tilts his head back , staring up at the cloudless sky. This place , no matter how beautiful it could be , it just wasn't right.

❛ I would ask you how you've been , but seeing as we've both been brought to this place , I think I know the answer. ❜

[wiseoldmage]

Elminster, contrary to the younger mage, almost *never* held to a routine. This land was a strange one, a new one, full of people and places that astounded and confused! Sure, he'd need to take many breaks to relieve his weary bones, but what was life if not constantly taking in the new and the unnatural? Speaking of unnatural, his emotions were anything but natural when he laid eyes on Gale of Waterdeep. Of course he was always pleased to see someone from his home realm, and even more delighted when that person was someone else so tethered to Mystra and her Weave. Yet, he needed to be practical- Mystra had not asked Elminster to materialize and speak to Gale only to regale stories and share bread, but to alleviate him of the stress of the catastrophic bomb buried within him... and now he was here. "My boy," El said as he wandered over, "You're looking fit as a fiddle in this orchestra of madness!" He no longer had a weathered staff to keep him boosted up with, but rather a simple cane, likely purchased from one of the many storefronts around. "I will temper your questions now, many as you have, and attempt to put the pieces of our situation together. The person you see before you is none other than the Sage of Shadowdale himself- no machinations are at play." "Now, it appears that even here, out in this land of endless stars and mystery, you have forgotten the lessons of conversation that we so plainly established with your earlier party! While I see that you have gifted the pavement with your drink, I am personally rather peckish- perhaps I can share what I know over a nice slice of bread with a bit of jam over it- I recently read the most interesting recipe concerning peanut butter, and a 'marshed mallow'..."

@wiseoldmage

GALE DROPS HIS COFFEE ENTIRELY WHEN HE SEES HIM.

He's grown quite fond of the streets of the Archimedes Ward, and of course as a man of particular ( and distinguished, naturally ) tastes it's only taken a few short weeks to consider himself rather qualified in the way of picking out the best of the area's many cafes. It's not quite a daily routine, but certainly routine enough, walking himself down in the mornings to sit with a book and think. His housing can feel crowded at times. It's nice to step out. Things are relatively quiet, early enough in the day.

And as the morning carries on, the streets wake up. The din of the crowd and the hustle of footsteps is soothing background noise, too, in its own way. Reminds him so terribly much of Waterdeep. And Gale is content with people-watching— to a point, of course, because the moment that bearded visage appears in his peripheral vision he leaps to his feet so suddenly that the mug slips from his hands and shatters.

"Elminster?"

He steps over the remains of the coffee cup, stunned, and wastes no time in shouldering through the crowd to get to him. Of all the people to see here - familiar faces, even, as more and more of them seem to appear - he never expected—

"How are you here? Why are you here?" The question is on the tip of his tongue - did Mystra send you? Is he here to fetch Gale? He very much doubts she would extend him that much of an olive branch, but then she did give him orders last time he and Elminster spoke ( it feels not very long ago at all ) and might be a little miffed that Gale is here, now, and therefore unable to carry them out. The wizard squints a little, leaning forward. Elminster is very good at what he does, but to one with enough experience there are some tells to every spell. The smell of the Weave, if nothing else. "Either you're getting sloppy or this isn't another simulacrum."

[swordsovereign]

The man at the door is rather sweet, isn't he? Coming to offer food to a neighbor. Not that Seofon couldn't cook, he could! After all, he'd learned from his parents, and he'd made money as a chef ⎛ and a tailor ⎠ before he really got the Eternals together.

❝ Gale, huh. I'm Seofon, it's lovely to meet you! ❞ And he's telling the truth, because Seofon's always been rather friendly- as best he could be. It was something about making bonds that made him feel ... a little closer to everyone else. A little more human ⎛ even as a human, he felt different, because he was different from other humans. Other humans didn't see the Sea of Stars, did they? ⎠

❝ Got a little too much there, is that it? Don't worry, I've been there plenty of times. I cooked for my team ... ❞ And boy, did he miss the Eternals, even though he had made some lovely bonds in Spirale ... but they were his family. Sometimes, he wondered where he'd be without them. No, he knew where he'd be. There was a nagging voice in his head that was ... exactly what he would've been.

❝ Got kidnapped? Yeah, that's basically what's happened to everyone here. I don't think anyone living around here in these apartments is actually from the city, but hopefully you're setting in well! ❞

❝ So, where did you come from, if you don't mind me asking? Also, what can I do for you to repay you for the soup? ❞

@swordsovereign

THIS IS NOT THE FIRST NEIGHBOR Gale has tried to pawn this soup off on. It isn't even the third. And it's not the soup itself that's the problem, - it's a perfectly fine soup, thank you, Gale's cooking prowess is far from rusty and at least three of them have already accepted a portion or two so it can't be wholly unappetizing - it's just the sheer volume of it.

What can he say? He's grown familiar with playing the role of camp cook. There are over half a dozen of them to serve, and some of the company they keep— well, the warriors in particular work up quite the appetite, that's all. It would not be entirely inaccurate to say that his kitchen is currently prepared to feed a small army.

So here he is going door to door with it. It's all very quaint. Neighborly. He's reminded of his mother and isn't sure what that says about him.

"Hello," he offers a wiggle of his fingers when the door swings open. He has this down to a script, now - he has to, there's dozens of bowls left to somehow dump. The last thing he needs is Astarion judging him when he comes over later and sees the state of his kitchen. That said, his smile is polite but sincere. "I'm Gale. Just moved in down the way. Got kidnapped," he amends, then shakes his head. "I'm sure you're familiar with the details." He holds out the covered bowl. "Soup?"

[corvisque]

zevran had been minding his own business. really, he had! very rarely does he ever go into a tavern with the intention of picking fights, nor of being part of them. it is not his fault when a fight erupts around him. granted, perhaps he could have kept his mouth shut and not commented on something one of the angry men had said, but he had been trying to wind down from a day of work and they had been so loud --

and so he is trying to duck his way out of the mess when he is forcibly ejected from the mess instead. so fast and so hard he might have lost his balance, too, were it not for the sudden steady hand that keeps him on his feet.

a sudden steady hand that happens to be attached to a rather handsome man, he notices.

the elf glances back behind himself. what had started as a disagreement between two men had now involved into a proper tavern brawl, with everything such a rowdy affair entails. the fact that not a soul seems particularly perturbed must be a testament to how often this same thing happens; and probably with the same customers, too.

he shrugs.

"by all means, if you wish to step in, do not let me stop you!" he, too, raises his voice to be heard over all the noise, wincing at the assault on his already sensitive ears. "but you would have better luck with a knife than without. i have one you may be borrow, if you'd like."

@corvisque

GALE DOES NOT SEE WHAT STARTS THE FIGHT, only hears it; the explosive outburst of furious voices, the shattering of glass and flurries of fists. Is it truly so difficult to find a moment's peace around here? How many abductions does one have to go through before they're granted just one quiet day?

Even Gale himself isn't yet certain if it's the exit or the scene of the crime he's heading for when he rises from his seat. The decision is made quite abruptly for him when an elf is all but flung out of the chaos - whether he was an inciting offender or merely caught up in the mess, he isn't sure, but Gale snags the fellow by the elbow to steady him either way. The ball of brawling limbs, he notes, does not so much as falter in its intensity. Are none of the other patrons going to put a stop to this? The bartender is even still pouring drinks!

"What in Mystra's name is going on here?" He feels bad for practically shouting in the elf's ear, but he can't even hear his own incredulous voice over the din of yelling. "Should we not intervene?"

[refliction]

Upon waking, a rush of irrational panic had coursed through him - had he been found, dragged away in the middle of the night back to Baldur's Gate, woefully unprepared? It was a.. perhaps not easy mistake to make, but one his mind had made at first, seeing a city of this magnitude. Seeing a strange.. he isn't even sure what to call it drive itself besides him and everyone else had quickly changed his mind, and the more he looked, the more he found that this place wasn't like anything he'd seen before. It put him on edge.

He'd had his objections about entering the provided vehicle, but once he'd spotted Gale across the way doing the same, an opportunity quickly arose in his mind. With a flash of teeth and a well placed threat, he'd persuaded the driver to follow with little complaints. Getting in and situating himself to look completely unbothered on the couch was another, mildly more difficult feat, but one he'd managed to accomplish all the same.

"Oh, no, I don't think I'll be living here. The driver wanted to take me somewhere else before I " convinced " him otherwise. I just thought it would be wise to keep ourselves together as much as we could - even if we seem to have a knack for getting kidnapped. I mean, twice in a few weeks!? You'd think we were going for a record!"

His composed demeanor falls apart somewhat at the tail end of it, but there was an effort. Besides, he feels oddly relieved that Gale is the one here, with him - he reasons that it's because he's already guaranteed his own safety with the man.

@refliction

GALE HAD NOTICED THE OTHER CARRIAGE TAILING HIS OWN and had thought nothing of it. The whole affair was strange and suspicious, the driver of the bizarre transport he'd been welcomed into ( though it hadn't felt as though there was much of a choice, really ) not entirely forthcoming when it came to all his prying. Being followed was the least of his worries, justified as it felt to be a tad bit paranoid, and anyhow for all he knew this was simply how business was carried out around here. Whatever business it happened to be.

He should have known better.

He scarcely gets a look at the spacious interior that lies behind the swung-open door before he spots the pale figure lounging on the couch, his presence entirely unsurprising. They had spotted one another on the platform they arrived at, though they'd not exactly had any time to converse. Gale should have figured his shadow was particularly sharp-toothed.

"Astarion." Seeing him the first time around had been pleasantly surprising ( Gale didn't relish being abducted anywhere, not a second time around, but better with company than on his lonesome ), but now he just feels weary, even if his tone remains light. Here they are again, then. A hand waves vaguely around the living room. "Don't tell me they've gone and stuck the both of us in here."

[viladlind]

leave it up to gale to babble. calling it a relationship in the first place could be innocuous, but not when he's talking about it to fiyero of all people. after a question such as this. not that he needed the confirmation, but he's amused anyways, makes a considering noise as he leans over gale's shoulder, peeking at his choices.

   ' i'd say so. you know that's not what i'm asking, though. ' in truth, he's not asking anything in particular, he's fairly certain he has his answers already. what he's looking for is to ... well, call it matchmaking. gods know these two need it.

   gale tells him to not read into it too much and fiyero disregards that entirely as he receives the shirt in question readily. ' i like the cut, but i don't think green is your colour. at least not this kind of green. ' reminds him too much of the druids they hang around. as he drapes the shirt over one of the hangers and starts looking for a better option, he continues, pointedly keeping his tone casual. ' would you want him to? use pet names for you, i mean. special ones. ' his small smile grows into a grin. ' a bit harder to do, considering his existing repertoire. maybe sugar plum? buttercup? '

   he picks out a shirt with a similar cut, but its colour more pastel, soft. something that matches the shade of gale's hair and eyes. he holds it up in front of him. ' handsome? you are, by the way. '

@viladlind asked ; Do you have pet names for each other yet?

"HM?" Gale holds one gaudy dress shirt up to the light and then the other, presently preoccupied. Which green is less... green? He hardly wants to infringe on Jaheira's territory. "Oh. Ah, no. No, it's not that sort of— our relationship is hardly..."

He trails off. Clacks his mouth shut. Wonders if this qualifies as saying more than he should have. Astarion is very particular about keeping things quiet, even considering the lack of privacy among the group already and the fact that anything they might have is scarcely serious by any stretch of the imagination. Damage control, then, though he suspects the fact that Fiyero is asking means they're already failing.

"Well, we're all friends, aren't we? Astarion uses pet names," the words are framed with overly dramatic air quotes, nearly dropping one of the frilly shirts as he does so, "for all of us. Darling," he points out as an example. "And so forth. Let's not read into it. What about this one, too much?" The shirt is passed Fiyero's way with such gusto that he nearly elbows one of the other marketgoers.

[viladlind]

scratch realizes it before fiyero does. which is impressive, considering the tadpole in her brain stirs a moment after the dog barks, her attention pulled from the store window she was peeking through. it's gale's voice, at last, that has her focus shift entirely, and her eyes widen as she spots the familiar frame of a wizard making his way through the crowd towards her.

   inaction is usually the furthest from her, but she stands still for a second as his voice washes over her. then, excitement and relief in her step, so palpable she almost can't breathe through it. she rushes towards gale, so many words on the tip of her tongue that she nearly doesn't manage to speak. when she does, it's with delight and affection, a disbelieving smile drawn around her lips. ' gale! '

   taloned hands find his own, reaching for them gingerly. a wizard's greatest treasure, his hands. she's seen them cast incredible spells, woven in magic and light and power, but her first memory of them will always be his introduction, his hand sticking through a purple portal, asking for help. they've come so far, since then.

   squeezing his hands in hers, scratch trots a circle around the two of them, forcing some space from any passerbys. her tail, too, whips behind her, unnoticed by fiyero herself. ' praise lathander, i wasn't sure if i'd ever see you again. are you alright? '

   it's habit, that. as one of the healers of their party, as leader of their party, it's her duty to make sure they remain as alright as possible, given the cirucmstances. circumstances she's not stopped worrying about since her arrival, given that she had no way of ensuring that her friends were getting by without her. her eyes track his face first, then the rest of his body, but he has no visible injuries.

   ' you seem alright. i don't have my healing here, but let me take a look at you later anyways. have you just arrived? '

@viladlind

AS FAR AS ABDUCTIONS GO, this one is undoubtedly scoring more points than the last time around.

For one, no tadpole ( no additional tadpole, that is, at least not one that Gale's aware of; the prior offender is in fact still there, which he is acutely aware of ). For two, the streets around his new housing are charming in that they almost remind him of Waterdeep, the buildings densely-packed and most of them housing shops. It's a shoddy replacement for home, but it shines in comparison to wandering the wilds or ( god forbid ) waking on some mind flayer ship a second time 'round. He spends more time than he'd care to admit merely wandering without any real purpose, soaking it in. It's all very invariant, marbled and blue and white, so much white.

Fiyero stands out. They often do - many of the places they encounter on their travels aren't quite so vibrant as their de facto leader, but here she is particularly noticeable, even from down the bustling road. For a moment he isn't certain ( though Astarion had arrived alongside him, he hadn't wanted to hold out hope that their entire ragtag group would be reunited ), but then Gale is rarely one to second-guess his own senses.

"Fiyero?" He feels only slightly bad for elbowing his way through the crowd, but densely packed as it is he hasn't got much of a choice. "Gond's gears, not you too. And here I'd hoped a propensity towards getting kidnapped was among my more unique talents."

[togabcy]

Octavius would never admit it , but he has made a major misjudgment when it comes to properly getting around Spirale by himself. The nature that the city is rich in has proven to be his most troublesome adversary ―― as it proves difficult to see above the grass. Or , in this case , the flowers he's found himself trying to traverse through.

Stopping to smell the roses is important , people say. But now he's certain that saying has absolutely no merit. Not only have these flowers stopped him for long enough , they don't even smell that good. And just as he thought it couldn't get any worse , he's suddenly plucked from where he was standing. Great. His dignity is in jeopardy and his day is ruined.

He tilts his head up to assess the man that so rudely grabbed him out of nowhere , arms crossing together. ❛ Where did I come from ? ❜ He asks with an indigntant scoff. ❛ That's what you say first instead of . . I don't know . . an apology ? ❜ Any other time , he probably would've thanked him for the impromptu rescue. But this blatant disrespect is something he could not stand for. So instead of being grateful that he's no longer having to wrestle with greenery , he doubles down on his annoyance. ❛ I was minding my own business before you - you snatched me out of nowhere with that hand of yours. Where did that come from ? Hm ? ❜

@togabcy

HAVING HIS AFFINITY FOR THE WEAVE STIFLED IN SUCH A MANNER is disconcerting, to say the least. To possess all the knowledge of a spell, to have all the means to cast it, and then find it fizzling out on your fingertips... to say Gale is displeased would be quite the understatement.

It hasn't been entirely taken from him. That's some small comfort. Though Mage Hand is neither the flashiest nor the most utilitarian of his spells, he wouldn't dare to complain about having been afforded this; and he refuses to let himself grow rusty ( what a harrowing thought ). The weather today is mild, nice enough to sit outside while keeping the mind sharp - between his light reading, he sends the spell out to fetch a thing or two. A shiny rock from across the street. The book he'd tossed carefully a couple feet away. He'd figured out quickly that he could only manage a few casts per day, so he's careful not to waste it, giving it just one more go as it retrieves a flower from a nearby hedge.

The flower is not all it brings. Gale at first takes it for a toy, one of those wooden soldiers children are so fond of playing with. But it moves— he gives it ( him? ) an perplexed look. "Where in the hells did you come from?"

[highharpcr]

" Like I have been force-fed a Sussur Bloom. " Jaheira scowled and shook her own hands out. This whole place would've been infinitely easier to explore on 4 legs instead of two, but even that had been stripped from her it seems. The harper huffed, and rolled her neck back and forth, shrugging off the mild dread just being in this place gave her. It was common for her to want to explore a new place, stay as far away from the Gate as she could, but being taken somewhere against her own terms? That was just wrong.

" Pah-! I cannot even make a goodberry, never mind the complete disconnect from any kind of druidic magic ! "

The half elf dusted her hands off and looked around. It was best to find out where they were, and more importantly, how the hell to get out. That nasty little worm in his head wasn't just going to take a vacation after all...

" You look otherwise unscathed, wizard ! Little victories I assume. "

@highharpcr

"YOU FEEL IT TOO, DON'T YOU?"

Gale lifts his hand, turns it over, studies it as though all the mysteries of this place are hidden just beyond his fingertips. Were he anywhere else - were he back home - perhaps they would be. But here he feels... he feels stifled. He can't explain it, and that's the most frustrating part.

"The magic here. It's wrong." His face crinkles in distaste, shaking his head. It's disgraceful for the self-proclaimed Wizard of Waterdeep, that's what it is. "I can scarcely manage to conjure the occasional mage hand, let alone anything more impressive. I can only assume you're experiencing much of the same?"