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Another Random Headcanon // @neredoesnotfail
Giving Companion!Nere the Sussur Bark Greatsword is just -chef's kiss- Why? you might you ask. "So, you can't cast more than basic magic again because you're no longer a warlock of the Absolute? Here, take this sword. Use that right and the other person won't be able to use magic either." 😊
Consider it a personal blessing.
[ Please ignore the hireling information in the tags and under the level description. I am on console and modifying a hireling is, thus far, the only way I can recruit him. I desperately need the "recruit any NPC" mod to drop for console. 😂 ]
♜ WHICH CHESS PIECE ARE YOU? ♖
White Rook
You are a White Rook. As a piece that can move inwards and outwards, you're a master of self-reflection. You know what needs to be done and when to do it. You're a protector, and would willingly take someone's place in danger in a heartbeat because you know you can handle the pressure. But even castle walls crumble. For all your chivalry and fortitude, everything must come to an end. Will you be there to see the final stages of the war? Or will you have already been discarded in the battle?
tagged by: stolen from the dash tagging: whoever!
To clarify, I answered this one as though it was after being freed from the Absolute and that had been traveling with a good-inclined group of adventurers for the events of the game. And all of this would absolutely apply, though one wouldn't think so, at first, but that will be for another post. I had started explaining here and it turned into a mini-essay.
It is such an ordeal to get pictures to icon for Nere--nevermind any other blog graphics/background themes I might want. The only method available to me at present for capture, download, and then editing is aggravatingly, excruciatingly slow. It makes me want to flip a table. Nobody except me loves this trashfire enough to have made icons or even screencaps for him, apparently.
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Me @ my playstation and playstation app:
HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED?
cautiously.
your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back... a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.
tagged by: @dryadalismagicae
tagging: @fromgallowsandgraves and whoever else wants to do the quiz
Alright! Took some time tonight to move over my drow multimuse to a sideblog. In the process, I changed some of their names to better align with the stories that have developed and as well as with my growing understanding of drow within the greater d&d context.
@morethanthedarkness -> @hopefromthedark
[ I still have not decided if Drizzt is going to receive his own blog or if he'll be on that multi, but I'll definitely post one way or the other once I do know. ]
"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.
CONCERNING NERE, THE ABOVE, AND THE UNDERDARK // @neredoesnotfail
Unless he has a very good reason to go about in the daytime--responsibilities or someone that he tends to be around who keeps a daytime schedule--Nere will absolutely become a nocturnal being if he stays Above following the events of the game as he decides that he thoroughly hates the sun and the brightness of daytime. Honestly, the sky in general quietly terrifies him the first time he's Above (and, y'know, in his right mind to where he can really pay attention to it). He's used to the "ceiling" of the Underdark, no matter how far up it may go. Being Above and there being just vast amounts of nothingness overhead is kind of a terrifying prospect. He absolutely ended up with some variation of agoraphobia and he was definitely feeling it for a while until he grows more accustomed to it. Even some time after the fact, it still occasionally catches him if he thinks about it. It isn't quite full-blown panic attack levels, but more of a slight tightness to chest and higher awareness sort of thing. [ And if the vast open nothingness of space overhead freaks him out, just imagine his reaction the first time the clouds open up in a total downpour. Drops falling from rocks overhead in the Underdark? Sure. Fine. Water POURING DOWN from the sky? Absolutely horrifying the first time it happened. ] He really never does get fully used to it---the weather, the general brightness, and, specifically, THE SUN---and I think, to some degree or other, he will always miss the Underdark, regardless of the pain and suffering he experienced there. Certainly, he reaches the conclusion that Lolth and the culture he grew up in are Not Great [it takes time, but when the difference of how he is treated is like the night to the day, it happens faster than one might expect, once he decides it's genuine], but the Underdark was and is still where he considers to be home. [ In the case of the self-contained verses and the story I'll never write, I do think that Asha's wonder at the stars makes an impression on him. He likes to hear her talk about the constellations and to tell the stories of them. If there's anything good about the sky, it's the stars, and that is about as far as he'll go. ] Best case scenario? Someone take him to the Arcane Tower and let him make a place for himself there. No bad memories like from Grymforge. Not even close to Menzoberranzan. And it certainly isn't like Lenore will be using it ever again. And he does still want to learn magic, so he would have plenty of space to do so, and, while he learns, the ability to protect against people who already use magic as well. It's really one of the only places in the Underdark that he might feel relatively safe.
“You failed me, MALE. You will NOT fail again.” // @aracnaregis
Why? Why is this happening now?
How long had he existed as one forsaken before he was stolen from the Weaver by the Absolute?
How long has it been since he was rescued from being one of the mindflayers' pawns?
How long has he been able to enjoy the quiet of his own mind without the presence of another to encroach upon it?
He should have known the peace would never last.
Peace isn't for their sort, no matter what Asha says.
He would like to be able to say that his heart races due to the danger of this, of being noticed. He would like to be able to say that there is at least some vestige of fear that accompanies the realization.
Instead, as he closes his eyes and exhales a sigh, there is only a grim resignation...
[ He does not think that his family will merit two instances of divine intervention, and certainly not when he did nothing nearly so defiant as his older brother had done. ]
... and, yet, there is also that ever present anger, churning below the surface.
Though it takes a moment longer than he would like, when he finds his voice once more, he replies, level and quiet.
"I have failed no one except my own blood... But then I suppose you would know nothing of that, Dark Weaver. Your people—doubly misguided and misled though they are—were freed of the Absolute that they might return to your worship. What more could you want than to have your very own puppets returned to their strings?"
// Lolth shows up on my dash, and that fledgling Drizzt muse in my head immediately gets loud again. xD
How are you feeling?
I won’t play your psychological games
"I have no quarrel with any of her mercenary pets so long as they do not overstep their bounds—or presume to think that, because they are many and I am one, I would be easy prey that they might further their standing in the camp."
Of course, even as Nere stares across to where the drow mercenaries sit together within their own space, two of them glance his way as they whisper amongst themselves. He has no doubt that they are having a similar discussion about what they might do if he should try anything against them.
Such is the way of the Underdark.
Not that it matters to him now...
Whatever the mercenaries might choose when all is said and done, he may never return to the Underdark, no matter how his light-sensitive eyes might strenuously protest the damnable sunlight of the Above.
"... If it is an agreement of non-hostility that you seek from me, I give you my word that I shall not be the aggressor. However, if any should intend me harm, I shall not hesitate to put a permanent end to such ill-conceived endeavors."
{@neredoesnotfail liked for a short starter}
"If we cannot trust each other, we're dead, no matter what we choose." Their little group's most recent additions all seemed terribly suspicious of each other, but surely none of them were foolish enough to play the traitor's part, dooming themselves along with everyone else.
// Everybody @'d Nere, and Nere said "Fine. Let's match that energy" and (verbally) threw hands at everyone in turn. He had a different insult ready for every one and I am just BOY. THAT IS TOO MANY BATTLES. PUT SOME OF THEM DOWN. His response was only a sullen, They began these wars. And now I'm sighing and rethinking my life.
❛ you have no power over me. ❜ // @starlyht { sol'rys }
Nere laughs, loud and sudden and sharp. It is neither a kind nor a happy sound, a fact that likely becomes as apparent with the disdainful expression as he regards the other male drow.
"You say that as though I should wish to make such a claim," Nere answers, shaking his head.
"What need have I for a sellsword when I am no doubt just as adept—if not more so—in battle? You far overestimate your importance."
"And yet! perhaps it is Baenre with whom you intended to speak, and wished only my critique on the delivery of such a proclamation. If that is the case, I would recommend having a blade at the ready. You might need it."
❛ i just like to argue with you cause it’s funny. ❜ // @starlyht { Sszefryn }
"And yet, perhaps it would be best were you to seek out that barbarian or the ranger. Such individuals should be more well-suited to provide you with a conversation more closely aligned to your own level of understanding."
"I prefer to waste neither my time nor my breath for another moment with refuting the utterly insipid utterances of the unenlightened."
And with that, he returns his attention to the heavy tome he had been studying prior to this ridiculous discussion.
❛ i’ve met scarecrows with more spine than you ❜ // @starlyht { kyran }
"Twice over would you have been gutted in Menzoberranzan for such assumptions. The first: that you assume a lack of interest in these petty conflicts and squabbles indicates a lack of spine. The second: that you assume you might speak to me in such a manner unanswered."
The drow corners a look of warning at the other, though he makes no move yet to rise from his place at the campfire.
"I have deigned to bestow upon you this first and only warning; know that I will not give another."
When I cite that Nere is inordinately tall for a drow--let alone a drow male who are typically even smaller than their female counterparts--this is what I mean:
This is my human fighter--an adaption of Varian Wrynn from Warcraft--who is on the Type 4 body.
Nere was either built on the type 4 body type, or he's a specific build somewhere between 2 and 4's build. Either way, he is definitely at least 6' tall.
What's more, the reason I give him a background/prior class as a fighter has to do with his build but also his stats and feats.
His highest stats are CHA (18), INT (18), and STR (17) with DEX and CON both not much lower (15).
For a wizard, the highest stat should be INT.
For a sorcerer or a warlock, the highest stat ideally needs to be CHA followed by DEX and CON.
So why is his strength so high and why does he have both Extra Attack [normal for fighters] and Muscular which gives him advantage on ability checks and saving throws that use Athletics [ which includes resisting being shoved, staying fit, and performing physical stunts ].
My belief is that he was a fighter, though one who relied as much on his mind as on his body [ a tactician fighter ]. He wanted very much to be a wizard, though, and to learn magic and all the power that grants.
The Absolute gave him that as part of its draw, though rather than a wizard, it made him a Warlock.
❛ oh, look at you, an attempt at greatness! pity it’s just an attempt. ❜ // @spiderwarden
In an instant, he has spun about on his heel to face her, uncaring if any of their companions might see as the quiet, indignant rage of centuries at last reaches its ignition point.
Drawn up to his full height, he towers over the smaller drow.
His height and frame—so unnatural to the drow race—had served him well in the Underdark. That coupled with his skill and strength had made him difficult to oppose and even more difficult to kill among other males. It had continued to keep him alive even after he had been sold to settle his matriarch's debt and forced to fight in those gladiatorial matches put on for the matriarchs and their female spawn for sport.
Drow females were the ones who taught him to bow his head and to make himself small and to avert his eyes from them lest they decide that he needs reminding of his place.
Drow females who made it clear that he was a plaything for their mercurial whims, a tool towards their egomaniacal ends, and a weapon to wield and to point in whatever direction they so chose.
Drow females for whom he fought against other drow and all manner of other creatures simply for the right to keep his life, that they might be entertained.
Drow females who looked upon him and spoke to him just as this one does now.
Shoulders squared back and every muscle tensed and ready for the potential consequences to the retort already loaded on the tip of his tongue, he rather pointedly lowers himself that he might meet her eye to eye.
"We stand no longer in Menzoberranzan, Baenre, nor in any other place where I need tolerate you speaking to me in such a manner," he all but hisses, teeth nearly bared and pulse already pounding in his ears.
[ This is not done. It simply is not done. Centuries of living in the dark of that city scream at him to cease this, but he will not listen now, no matter how well he knows the danger of it. He is a slave no longer. ]
"You hold no power over me. We are both of us in equal standing now: forsaken."
❛ We must move on, we cannot linger. ❜ // @lcftyambiticns
"That may well be the most sensible statement you have made since first our paths crossed," he retorts, though there is not the prior sharpness to his tone [ perhaps owing to exhaustion and no small number of injuries ].
"One would think, having encountered undead guardians, magma mephits, an adamantine golem, more magma mephits, and a lava elemental should prove more than sufficient cause to depart. To remain in this accursed place any longer would almost undoubtedly welcome some further misfortune, the severity of which I do not care to learn."
At the slur, the totally unabashed vitriol of the ignorant or perhaps the willfully stupid, Nere's own expression darkens as the sky before a storm, crimson eyes flashing dangerously as they narrow. Drawing up to his full height, he lowers his head to make a point of looking down at the other.
"You are the one who should show caution, fool. What-ever your alleged power, it would be a difficult feat indeed to cast your paltry spells with neither tongue nor hands."
LORROAKAN'S SELF-IMPORTANT expression darkened, hazel eyes narrowing.
"Careful, underelf," he hissed, his tone dripping with venom. The way he spat the word carried all the disdain he harbored for their kind ——cave-dwelling savages, as far as he was concerned. "Lest I decide to end your pitiful existence."
He raised his chin, arrogance shielding his ire. "...Consider yourself fortunate that we have need of you intact," he sneered, gesturing dismissively in the drow's direction. Taunting. Smug. "Deluded and, ah, confused as you are, there is still a chance — however slim — that you might prove useful."
My asks so far:
Lorroakan; -exists- Nere; -chooses violence-
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Nere; -exists- Minthara; -chooses violence- Nere; *surprised pikachu emoji*
❛ do not forget what i am. ❜ // @lcftyambiticns
"And what is that?" the drow questions with a mocking not-quite-smile, that telltale [ patronizing ] sing-song to his voice.
His head canted slightly to one side, he continues, pondering the potential answers aloud.
"A ne'er-do-well? A cad? A wizard of... questionable renown? A mere mortal hoping to cast off his mortality? What, precisely, is it that you wish us to remember that you are?"
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various things spoken in an adventuring party pt.3
a little assortment of quotes and sayings i've found doom scrolling through pinterest that i think an adventuring party would say during their never ending perilous adventures . please do not copy/repost or add to this list, thank you!
Affectionate ❛ how terrible it is to love something that death can touch ❜ ❛ i never craved attention until i tasted yours ❜ ❛ i don’t want to have the world’s attention. Yours is enough. ❜ ❛ you cant just touch my soul and leave ❜ ❛ your hands are scarred from murder, and yet I trust them completely ❜
Questions ❛ you seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before? ❜ ❛ why am I so fascinated by you? ❜ ❛ you risked so much for me. why would you do such a thing? ❜ ❛ it’s time you start talking! what did you do?! ❜ ❛ do you really think they were a tender flower you could trample upon? ❜
Banter ❛ i just like to argue with you cause it’s funny. ❜ ❛ unfortunately for everyone, i will keep doing whatever i want. ❜ ❛ i think god is gonna have to kill me twice. ❜ ❛ the next time i open up to someone is my autopsy ❜ ❛ you walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic, you know that? ❜
Tragedy ❛ i thought we’d have more time ❜ ❛ if i disappear, will you look for me? ❜ ❛ let us live, since we must die ❜ ❛ i cant live in a world where you dont exist ❜ ❛ i talk to the gods, but the sky is empty. ❜
Fierce ❛ do not forget what i am. ❜ ❛ this destruction will be your rebirth. ❜ ❛ you are filled with poison but blessed with beauty and rage ❜ ❛ when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives ❜ ❛ you have no power over me. ❜
Antagonistic ❛ leave them at the bottom of the grave they dug for you. ❜ ❛ and you call me a monster ❜ ❛ being against evil doesn’t make you good. ❜ ❛ so, tell me little one, do you want to punish those that have wronged you? ❜ ❛ i’m the friendliest evil person you will ever meet. ❜
BONUS
FROM THE HERO TO THE VILLAIN ❛ running doesn’t matter. I’ll hunt you down if i have to ❜ ❛ no one wearing a crown comes in the name of peace ❜ ❛ our bones are stained with sin, scorched from fire, broken by betrayal, soaked with blood, and yet we still keep fighting! ❜ ❛ you want to kill me? fine. get in line. ❜
FROM THE VILLAIN TO THE HERO ❛ i’ve met scarecrows with more spine than you ❜ ❛ can you hear the screams of the people? can you hear them serenading me as i ascend? their pain is my pleasure in the heavens. they worship me with their grief. and now so will you. ❜ ❛ if bravery had a face, it certainly wouldn’t look like yours ❜ ❛ my power knows no bounds, and your efforts to defy me are like whispers lost in a hurricane ❜ ❛ oh, look at you, attempting greatness! pity it’s just an attempt. ❜
♥ LOTR: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING SENTENCE STARTERS ↳ feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!
❛ I wish none of this had happened. ❜
❛ All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. ❜
❛ You shall not pass! ❜
❛ Gentlemen, we do not stop ‘til nightfall. ❜
❛ Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. ❜
❛ What about second breakfast? ❜
❛ Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. ❜
❛ A wizard is never late. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to. ❜
❛ Nobody tosses a Dwarf. ❜
❛ Not the beard! ❜
❛ One Ring to rule them all! ❜
❛ One does not simply walk into Mordor. ❜
❛ It is folly. ❜
❛ Do you remember when we first met? ❜
❛ I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. ❜
❛ I choose a mortal life. ❜
❛ One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man! ❜
❛ Fly, you fools! ❜
❛ If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. ❜
❛ If I take one more step, it’ll be the farthest away from home I’ve ever been. ❜
❛ I know what it is you saw, for it is also in my mind. ❜
❛ It is what will come to pass, if you should fail. ❜
❛ All shall love me and despair! ❜
❛ I cannot do this alone. ❜
❛ I swore to protect you. ❜
❛ Can you protect me from yourself? ❜
❛ Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this sort of… mission… quest… thing. ❜
❛ Whatever you did, you’ve been officially labeled a disturber of the peace. ❜
❛ It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing. ❜
❛ That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it the rest of his life. ❜
❛ Cast it into the fire! Destroy it! ❜
❛ He turned from that path a long time ago. He has chosen exile. ❜
❛ I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. ❜
❛ I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift. ❜
❛ We must move on, we cannot linger. ❜
❛ We cannot get out. A shadow lurks in the dark. ❜
❛ I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox. ❜
❛ I have been dealt a wound beyond all healing, for I have looked the last… upon that which was fairest. ❜
❛ It’s a dangerous business, going out your door. ❜
❛ They have a cave troll. ❜
❛ I know what I must do. It’s just… I’m afraid to do it. ❜
❛ I ain’t been droppin’ no eaves sir, honest. I was just cutting the grass under the window there. ❜
❛ I don’t feel like parting with it. It’s mine, I found it. It came to me! ❜
❛ There’s no need to get angry. ❜
❛ Well, if I’m angry, it’s your fault. ❜
❛ What’s this? A Ranger, caught off his guard? ❜
❛ I suppose you think that was terribly clever. ❜
❛ This is no mine. It’s a tomb. ❜
❛ You are not yourself. ❜
❛ It came to me, my own, my love… my… preciousssss. ❜
❛ Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world. ❜
❛ Oh… That’s nice. Ash on my tomatoes! ❜
❛ Something draws near. I can feel it. ❜
❛ You cannot hide. I see you. There is no life in the void. Only death. ❜
❛ Who is she? This woman you sing of? ❜
❛ I spent all my life pretending I was off somewhere else. ❜
❛ Speak, friend, and enter. ❜
❛ Your love of the Halfings’ leaf has clearly slowed your mind. ❜
❛ What news of the outside world? Tell me everything. ❜
❛ I gave you the chance of aiding me willingly, but you have elected the way of pain! ❜
❛ The world of Men will fall, and all will come to darkness. ❜
❛ That black rider was looking for something. Or someone. ❜
❛ Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity. ❜
... So, if I refollow you, you have my apologies. I didn't mean to unfollow to start. I am just A Disaster.
I would say that I'm sorry, but we all know that I'm not.
CHOOSE YOUR STORY.
"Consider it... a personal blessing."
True Soul Nere of Baldur's Gate III. Independent. Private. Selective. Roleplay/Writing Account. Written by Walden.
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Currently working on the carrd, but I've decided to move Nere from @morethanthedarkness to his own main blog, and I may be making my drow a sideblog, not to replace their main, but for me to be able to still write on them with more ease, even when my focus is elsewhere. Possibly same with @dirgeforthedead .
I'll post the carrd here with a pinned post as soon as I have it mostly set up.