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Something's going on here...

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Eyes were unfocused, glazed, lacking the personality that was usually behind them. When they were himself, the dragonborn might be distant and distracted and sometimes acerbic, but there was always more than just a wild animal, vicious and hungry. Nostrils flared, panting heavy breaths like he'd been running before jolting again, snapping at nothing, straining against the bonds that stopped them from tearing Astarion apart.

At least the presence of mind had been there in order to actually get him trapped before the urge took it all over. Exhaustion, starvation, none of them were truly stopping Caedes from slipping into this wild state… and the further they travelled, the more readily it seemed to take over.

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THE WRISTS SECURED to the massive piece of furniture was not the only thing to be cautious about, with the strong dragonborn's body jerking towards him, for not only they had deep scarring and scathing , flesh wounding claws , but sharp teeth that outmatched the smaller vampire's.

A cluck of the pale elf's tongue and a finger pointing at Caedes' snoot as a reprimand , in the direction of the snarl, given from a safer distance from his own chair.

"Ugh, Agh! Easy there, darling. We ask before we bite, around here. I'm here my dagger would agree, " The blade within a grasp hold of Astarion's nimble fingers.

" Now, I'm sure we have enough stories to tell each other to make the night pass by safe and sound. . Let's see, maybe I can start, unless you'd like to share something first, . Like for example why in the world you had to kill the damn bard at camp? "

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Dreams and their Meanings

For those who have weird dreams... prophetic or not.

"I had a weird dream."

"I keep having strange dreams."

"I dreamt about you..."

"Why do I always see you in my dreams?"

"I dreamt about a deep abyss that nobody could cross."

"I dreamt I was falling."

"I dreamt you took me hand, and caught me..."

"Whenever I dream, it seems you are there to save me..."

"Whenever I dream, it feels like you are my enemy."

"I had an awful nightmare."

"I kept running down empty corridors, but I could never get anywhere."

"I kept seeing all these faces, watching, laughing..."

"I don't - I don't want to talk about what I saw."

"Don't laugh about it, please..."

"What do you dream of?"

"Do you dream of me?"

"Do you think it means anything? Any of it?"

"I know what I saw. I know it matters."

"I just need to figure out what it all means, why I keep seeing it."

"It's not funny! I - I woke up - so scared -"

"Do they know I'm here? Did they see me? They were everywhere..."

"I'm - dreaming all the time -"

"I don't want to sleep, I don't want to see it all again."

"My teeth were falling out and I couldn't scream -"

"Everybody saw me. They talked about me. I was there, in front of them..."

"I don't want to dream again. I can't."

"I just - can't rest. Not right now."

"I know it all means something. Why would I keep seeing that?"

"Every time I close my eyes... they're waiting for me."

"It's not a nightmare. It's real."

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"Hm. About time someone hit him. I'm just sorry it wasn't me." (for caedes)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

The dragonborn was shaking their hand out after throwing the punch. It had taken a lot of control to not utilise claws and fangs, but right now, their enemy - despite spouting rather a lot of absolutely foul rhetoric on the mental fortitude and abilities of non human species - had information that they might need. As it was, Caedes leant forward, planting a foot on his chest and not hesitating to lean their quite substantial weight onto him, causing a grunt of pain. "He's lucky I didn't take his damn throat out." Caedes snarled, and the sticky strands of saliva dripping off his fangs gave away just how thoroughly that was actually meant.

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Drawing in a deep, careful breath, Caedes nodded. Osian was quite right, after all. He wasn't sure why they'd come to this one instead of maybe Shadowheart or any other healer, but - Osian felt like the right option here. And the reaction that they'd gotten had made it feel like yes, this was the person that they needed to help…

"Thank you." he whispered. "Now. Yes. Now is good. The sooner the better, in fact." the society of brilliance Caedes wasn't sure on, but they could at least make their way to someone who could direct them to a dragonborn cleric. This far away from their home country getting help might be more challenging than a human or dwarf, but regardless… "As soon as I know, I can… make a decision."

Osian gave them the space to collect their thoughts, staying quiet. Usually, he hated the awkward space between conversation, his anxiety insisted it meant that untoward thoughts were taking place instead - but he had learned so much on these travels. One thing of which was how to be a better friend and conversationalist.

Finding out Caedes was a Bhaalspawn seemed unreal. As if the Gods themselves had the wrong person. It didn't seem possible - and yet, it was. So anything could be going on. Between Bhaal and the tadpole fighting for their body, Osian wasn't writing either of those possibilities out just yet.

Osian nodded firmly, gesturing in a vague direction. "I believe I saw a dragonborn back in The Lodge. Surely someone belonging to the Society of Brilliance, and being dragonborn themselves would be able to guide us further, yes? ...Would you rather we go now? Perhaps it's best to get it done faster rather than dwelling on the unknowns a moment longer."

Osian paused for a moment before patting Caedes on the back. "Don't you worry. I won't breath a word to Gale. Nor anyone else."

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Send, "You have to eat." for sender to try to force receiver to eat something.

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"Your affinity for love." (For Gale)

Holy the Sea

"Do you think so?" he said, after a moment, brows drawing in. He swallowed. "I... well. I suppose after so long with Mystra, I... had not really considered that I was capable of loving again." he paused. He wasn't sure how he felt about Mystra. He had thought he loved her. Of course he had. She was magic itself. She was everything that was important about him, she had loved him, but... she was a goddess. Unbelievably vast. He was.. a mere blip.

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"Oh, Gods, can you imagine?" he snorted a laugh, shaking his head, "I think she would decapitate us without a second thought if we attempted such a thing. And that is if it even worked; with how strong her will is, and psionics, I doubt we would manage to get a Charm to stick at all." he rubbed a hand subconsciously over his beard, scratching against it. "Hm. Gith training wouldn't be a bad idea, but I doubt she'd be willing to teach..."

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"You know, I would say to just cast 'charm person' on her first but as soon as it wears off she'd be twice as murderous," Alanis replies with a soft chuckle. He truly does admire the woman, even though her sword sharpening is a bit excessive. "Maybe we should do a little Gith training. Nobody would expect a mage to have Gith training experience."

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Rich, Famous, and Alone.

For muses who might feel more than you think they do. mod note: I am aware that it's nearly impossible to be super rich and not cruel in the real world. But in our fantasy worlds, there are choices.

"I just want to be loved, is that so bad?"

"I want what you have. I want to feel that."

"I have everything in the world and yet... I'm lonely."

"You don't know how it feels to have everyone know you, but... nobody knows you."

"Money, sex, cars, houses, whatever... it doesn't mean anything. Not really."

"I want a connection. Something that's based on who I am, not what I have."

"Is it so bad to want to be... myself? Not just a wallet?"

"Yeah, I have money. Fast cars. So what?"

"Because I'm rich doesn't mean I don't have a heart."

"I didn't want this money. I inherited it."

"I've... been hurting people, haven't I? All this time? I didn't even know."

"We're sheltered from it all. Nobody lets us see the harm we're doing."

"I have to have guards, or I can't even leave the house."

"I want to go to the store in my dirty shirt and not have people taking pictures of me."

"I was just doing what I loved. I didn't realise it would cost me my private life."

"People feel like they're entitled to my time, my energy."

"Would it kill people to leave me alone?"

"I don't want to be 'on' all the time."

"Sometimes I just want to watch a movie with... someone."

"It's funny, when I'm with you, I don't feel like I have to be... famous."

"I'm allowed to be a person! I'm allowed to make mistakes! God!"

"Yeah, I fucked up, but now I can't even apologise without people calling me fake."

"How can I make it better when they're determined to see me as a monster?"

"I regret all of it, sometimes. All the fun I was having."

"I could buy you a nice meal. A house, a car, a yacht. I would, if you asked."

"Sometimes I feel like all I have to offer is what I can buy someone. They can't see me past that."

"I built something, a long time ago. And now I get death threats."

"I want to fix it all. It seems so... overwhelming. All the good I do is overshadowed by the bad I've done."

"I haven't been paying tax? What do you mean I haven't been paying tax??"

"I'm... sorrry. Nobody wants to hear the rich guy talk about how lonely he is."

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"If you want to know what's going on down there, you'll find the beginning of a very long answer." (For terra!)

Severance The aarakocra felt somewhat... out of their depth, it must be said. Perching on the edge of a battlement, wings and arms tucked small, they were watching. Superior vision could have picked individuals out of the lower crowd if they so desired, but the wider view was horrific enough. They knew little of this strange cult, nor the solutions ahead of them. They had avoided getting a tadpole in their own eye, by some blessed luck, but now... it wasn't as if they could just fly away. "Wish to understand, even if long answer." they chirped, head lifting, tilting so their eye could turn and look at the other. "Would make it clearer. Maybe. What we are fighting. What has happened to my... family."

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"Oh, I don't know. Books are meant to be enjoyed!" he objected, but his tone was light as he 'pish poshed' an arm in the air, waving it back and forth with a smile on his lips. "As fun as a biting book might be, I would rather someone be so engrossed in a book they not want to bring it back. Of course, rare or valuable tomes are quite a different thing, do not doubt that - but such things would be under heavy protective spells and never actually leave the library itself. We would only lend those we can provide more of. A little weathering, a stain, a dog-ear - they are just signs that a book has been loved. That's how I see it, regardless."

His favourite tomes had broken spines and messy pages, had tea marks on their edges or thinning where they had been thumbed through so often. His grimoire - although he rarely took it out any more - was a hodge-podge mess and definitely had more than it's fair share of potion damage. But that was why he had loved it so. It was meant to be a mess! Those with perfect smooth pages had clearly rarely used them…

"The anti burning spell is for your benefit more than anything." he said, softly, "I wouldn't want you to find it in flames when you were just trying to enjoy a good yarn."

He looked over her shoulder, smiling warmly at her comment about it. He chuckled just slightly - not cruel, but imagining Karlach's mother. From what he knew of Karlach, and her parents, he had no doubt they were immensely kind and lovely individuals. Despite her rage, and her loss, Karlach was… well. She was fantastic. She didn't deserve a fraction of the cruelty she had undergone. When they first met, he had, admittedly, thought her somewhat naïve - but now, well. He knew far better. Her kindness, her softness - a choice, not foolishness.

"Oh, don't worry, she'll get over it." he said, with a chuckle, "Thinks quite highly of you really, although she would kill me for admitting such a thing. But - ah - yes. I do hope it brings you some - some joy, my dear."

Karlach couldn't help a fond smirk as Gale returned to his usual grandiloquent self. Despite Gale not mentioning such a thing, Karlach still found it endearing that Gale care enough about their friendship to be so incredibly nervous about insulting her. Small moments like this would never go unappreciated by her again. After so long in the Hells, it was sweet relief to be around such caring individuals again.

"Ah, you'd make a mean librarian." Karlach taunted. "I can see you putting spells on the books so if they're even one minute past the deadline they'd start attacking the lender." She chuckled a little at the visuals, holding up the book he gifted her a little as she continued her point. "If that's the case, I'll look after this one, Mr Librarian! No need to hunt me down to return it."

Another short chortle before she brought the book to her open hand, opening it and leafing through the pages. "Huh, I remember this one," She mused as she scanned over the index of the short stories titles. "My Mum used to tell it to me. Though she put her own spin on it here and there. Called it 'creative liberties'. Would use voices for the different characters-" Karlach had an almost dreamlike look on her face, as if she was seeing that scene she described rather than the book in front of her. But she rather suddenly snapped out of it and cleared her throat. "Ah but you don't want to hear about that. W-Well, if you're not going to let me make it up to you, maybe I'll just keep an eye out and look out for something nice for you. And Tara of course... She still hasn't forgiven me for burning the fish."

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A vessel once more 🩸

(Full version on Bsky, I'm GoopSnoot there as well! Bhaal's skull is too graphic, in my opinion, for me to comfortably post him here 😅)

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Something's going on here...

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"Light leaks through shattered cracks." (for gale!)

Holy the Sea

"I suppose that is a kind way to look at it." the wizard mused, voice soft. A nice thought. That broken glass could still be beautiful. Light leaking in through the darkness, illuminating it. Perhaps something he would have enjoyed, back when he was more poetic and less... practical. Yes, surely some of them would laugh if he said that he had been more of a poet before, but it was true. The orb had hardened a lot of those parts of him. If he was bad now, he had been insufferable before, undoubtedly. "I fear the light cannot fix the breaks, though. Still sharp, dangerous..." his good hand drifted over his chest, ghosting over the markings burnt into his skin. "Beautiful, but... deadly."

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Sunset

Lyrics from Sunset by The Midnight gently modified into starters.

"I just feel like I've been stuck here my whole life."

"There must be something else out there, waiting, you know?"

"Just for us."

"We could run away."

"Just leave, never look back."

"I don't even care where we go."

"Just far away from here."

"I'll come with you."

"We faked our deaths."

"We lit a match."

"We closed the door."

"We waited for a flash."

"Greyhound station, we paid in cash."

"Miss Lazarus, we're coming back."

"They say it's darkest before the dawn."

"We've been in this town for far too long."

"We're moving on."

"Sunset. No regret."

"First chance."

"Last dance."

"Stuck in the middle."

"Even bad girls know good love."

"You taste so sweet it hurts a little."

"We made our home where we stand."

"One suitcase and half a plan."

"Follow the words and sing along."

"Past the voices to the song."

"First chance, last dance stuck in the middle."

"You taste so sweet."

"It hurts, a little."

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"Pipe Bomb... so cool."

Send, "Pipe Bomb... so cool." for Sender to hand Receiver a PIPE BOMB!?

"Hm? What is this?" Gale had been distracted when Astarion placed the item in his hands. Looking up, he finally registered what had been said - and yelped. Only just stopping himself from throwing the damnable thing on the floor, he instead summoned a mage hand to take it from him, floating with it a good dozen feet away. "Why on Fae'run - how - when did you - a bomb?!"

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"Whoa, hey - okay - okay, let's get you lying down." (for caedes)

Headaches and Migraines

"No, it's - it's okay," the dragonborn was slurring, curled down, their head arching, all the tendons in his neck standing tight as the jaw ground. The pain of the never ending headache had been building and building. Food had started to taste of nothing but rot, the smell of old blood never left their nostrils, sleep called and yet no matter what they did, fear or discomfort kept it from truly visiting. Caedes hadn't even realised how badly he'd been swaying until Neyvin had his arm. "Be okay... n'a moment..." but despite the reticence, the great white and red shape did allow himself to be lowered onto a bedroll, tail flicking out behind as they dropped like a sack of wet socks. A low groan, as a hand raised to grind the palm against his eye.