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>>5807148
Previous Adventures:
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The Rules™:
https://pastebin.com/VRQHDHSr

Jezyrene's Abilities:
https://pastebin.com/CbbK1ygQ

>>5807148
>The Phantom Knight Inn. I want to rest my head. And legs. And back.
Too old for this partying shit

>>5807148
>>The All-Faiths Hall. I simply feel a need to go there, for whatever reason.

>>5807148
>I will go to the bridge and watch the river for a spell. To catch my breath after the previous battle.

With Tenpenny gone, I wonder what happens to his businesses. Didn't he own the Phantom Knight Inn?

>>5807148
>The All-Faiths Hall.
Should let Sune know what happened, and see if she wants us to go after Tenpenny or if this is good enough for a reward. Maybe also see if any of her worshipers want to learn how to dance Illithiri style as thanks.

>>5807148
>I will go to the bridge and watch the river for a spell. To catch my breath after the previous battle.
The Phantom Knight is (was) Tenpenny'a establishment. I do not trust it to be safe with him vengeful and in the wind.

>>5807148
>The All-Faiths Hall. I simply feel a need to go there, for whatever reason

Vote closed.

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>>5807746
Throwing your hood over your head, you make your way through the city streets at a relaxed pace. The air is brisk tonight, its temperature and humidity both ideal for a stroll. How unusual it is, that you are growing accustomed to the vastness of this world; were you to return home, you fear that you might languish in the stagnant subterranean air of the Underdark. Wordlessly, you wonder to yourself how much of the woman you once were has been completely engulfed by the surface madness.

The hexagonal All-Faiths Hall is largely vacant at this hour. Only the followers of the moon goddess Selûne have a significant presence here, offering up prayers accompanied by gifts of wine and milk to petition for her protection on their journeys and in their dreams. That is not to say that the other powers do not have their visitors - standing in front of Sune's shrine are two familiar familiar figures, easily identified by their striking heads of hair. Emitia Rouzet, wearing a coat of scarlet-dyed wool appropriate for the weather, stands pensively before the imagery of Lady Firehair. Several paces behind her is Amaranth, who vigilantly surveys his surroundings. He waves politely in your direction, prompting you to approach.

"Hello," he says, inclining his head toward you slightly. "Sten has charged me with supervising Lady Emitia until the Helmites are ready to receive her. Although, we've come here at her insistence." The magician selects his words carefully, as to not imply that she is being detained. For her part, Emitia does not acknowledge either of you. Likely, the circumstances have left her with much to consider. The High Sorcerer pivots in place, turning such that he is in a position to observe the two of you at the same time. "Was there something you needed to discuss?"

You may choose no more than three.
>It is finished. They should know exactly what has transpired in Tenpenny's estate.
>I... found... an odd potion. Mayhaps he might identify it as a favor to me?
>How do the two of them fare tonight? Not that I... care to know about their troubles, of course.
>With both Greycastle and Tenpenny driven from the city, what will become of their ventures in their absence?
>There was a priest working for Tenpenny, whose allegiance belonged to a dark goddess. Might he tell me about her?
>[Write-in.]

>>5809760
>I... found... an odd potion. Mayhaps he might identify it as a favor to me?

>With both Greycastle and Tenpenny driven from the city, what will become of their ventures in their absence?

>There was a priest working for Tenpenny, whose allegiance belonged to a dark goddess. Might he tell me about her?

>>5809760
>It is finished. They should know exactly what has transpired in Tenpenny's estate.
>How do the two of them fare tonight? Not that I... care to know about their troubles, of course.
>There was a priest working for Tenpenny, whose allegiance belonged to a dark goddess. Might he tell me about her?

>>5809760
>I... found... an odd potion. Mayhaps he might identify it as a favor to me?
>How do the two of them fare tonight? Not that I... care to know about their troubles, of course.
>Care to join me in the inn tonight?

>>5809760
>How do the two of them fare tonight? Not that I... care to know about their troubles, of course.
>Care to join me in the inn tonight?

>>5809814
>>5809841
You remember that Tenpenny owns that inn, right? You really think his family would be happy to let us stay there?

>>5809848
There are other inns, I didn't specify that inn

>>5809760
>I... found... an odd potion. Mayhaps he might identify it as a favor to me?
>How do the two of them fare tonight? Not that I... care to know about their troubles, of course.
>Care to join me later?

>>5809760
>It is finished. They should know exactly what has transpired in Tenpenny's estate.
>How do the two of them fare tonight? Not that I... care to know about their troubles, of course.
>>I... found... an odd potion. Mayhaps he might identify it as a favor to me?
Be cool guys.

Though I would have liked to know about the ventures too. Brandt was keeper of the bridges right? You know, becoming head of the equivalent of the city watch is a much better fit for Jez than being Speaker
Ah, to the future of a long lived Elven lady. Who knows what awaits.

>>5809760
>It is finished. They should know exactly what has transpired in Tenpenny's estate.
>I... found... an odd potion. Mayhaps he might identify it as a favor to me?
>How do the two of them fare tonight? Not that I... care to know about their troubles, of course.

>>5810098
>You know, becoming head of the equivalent of the city watch is a much better fit for Jez than being Speaker
Makes sense! Let's pursue this.

>>5809851
Agreed.

>>5809848
I assumed we'd be staying elsewhere from now on.

>>5809760
>It is finished.
>How do the two of them fare tonight?
>I... found... an odd potion.
Much as I want Jez to handle Cywir’s wizard’s staff eventually, let’s inform them on what was going on first. We can simply ask him if we can stay over at his place tonight.

>>5810194
…after the whole talk, of course. Perhaps with Jez holding his hem before he leaves, like in my dwarven tapestries?

>>5810197
Kozakuran printmaking is clearly the superior medium

>>5810281
We should ask Lu to order some pillowbooks from Thesk as a side gig the next time we meet him.

The steamy kind.

>>5809760
>>It is finished. They should know exactly what has transpired in Tenpenny's estate.
>>I... found... an odd potion. Mayhaps he might identify it as a favor to me?
>>How do the two of them fare tonight? Not that I... care to know about their troubles, of course.

Vote closed.

>>5809848
Why wouldn't they? It's not like he has close relations maintaining it. Never mind that everything related to Tenpenny will be under scrutiny now.

>>5810611
I still don't trust the inn. Tenpenny was an incredibly rich man with multiple magic users in his employ, and a house full of secret passages. Staying in his inn is a good way to get ganked in our sleep. Even if it isn't, I think Jez would think that way.

>>5811310
Then Jez shall not be sleeping alone :")

>>5811310
All that wealth and power only to build a sex doll

>>5812142
you know what they say, you can take the halfling out of the shire, but you can't make him stop being half a man

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>>5810595
"I... found this," you state, passing him the potion you brewed from the near-complete base located in Tenpenny's estate. "Tell me about it."

Amaranth's eyes are alight with the gleam of mirthful memories as he receives the violet fluid and holds it up to inspect it further. "Ah, the Potion of Infertility. I used to make quite the profit brewing these when I served as an advisor for Pasha of Gemcutters, Druzir of the Emerald Drudach, Mostana yn Mehmet el Fadil during my stay in Calimport. He even awarded me the title of Vizar adh Fadil, Alimarif Amaranth yn Edern el Cywir for my work. On one occasion the demand for these became so high that the pasha's entire harem came up to my lab, and-"

He looks toward Emitia, clicking his tongue.

"Pardon me. This... does not feel like an appropriate setting for a humorous anecdote," he sighs, returning the potion to your hands. "In any case, drinking this would render one infertile for a month. I am sure that you could find a use for this, or make a tidy profit by selling it." Your enthusiasm must have gotten the better of you.

The faded texts of that old magician book did not describe the recipe for a 'Potion of fertility,' but instead a 'Potion of In- fertility.' Ultimately, this is of no use to a woman with your unique complications. Resisting the urge to dash the vial across the spotless floor of the All-Faiths hall, you place it in your bag and groan, scowling as you do so. Perhaps you could sell the damnable thing.

Noticing the change in your demeanor, he raises an eyebrow and leans toward you. "Is something the matt-"

"No," you hiss.

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>>5812916
Scrambling to steer the conversation in a different direction, you tell them of your most recent adventure, prudently omitting the more unpleasant portions for their benefit. You tell of how you infiltrated Tenpenny's estate, and sent his minions to their graves. Of how the dastard just barely managed to slip through your fingers, much like his cohort, the erstwhile Keeper of the Bridges. Amaranth nods approvingly.

"I had sensed that something was amiss. Still, those two will find no safe haven in the North. Whatever becomes of them, they will never be returning to the Silver Marches," he assures. "Hearing those words affords me some small comfort, Saer Cywir," hums Emitia, who remains fixated on the shrine. "Had I only the strength to confide the truth to you sooner, I may not have accepted the riches offered to my by that awful little man in exchange for my silence."

"You were vulnerable," he says, shaking his head. "Nobody could fault you for that. Undoubtedly, the Council of Elders has fallen short of its ideals by allowing you be exploited by one of our own, but this time we will do right by you. I promise." The girl laughs bitterly, wringing her hands.

"I was tempted by the wealth, and chose to enjoy it - to its fullest - of my own volition. It was not coercion that compelled me to accept that money. Of that, I am most definitely guilty," she replies. "Saer Cywir, please do not make this more difficult than need be by spoiling me with your gallant kindness. Otherwise, I may end up betraying poor, darling Sindiira over there." Puzzled, he looks to you for an explanation.

Suddenly overcome by an intolerable warmth, you cross your arms and shrug. "Nothing," you huff.

>>5812919
"What now?" You inquire. "What will you do now?" It is not as though you are interested in their drab, miserable surface lives, you understand. Keeping yourself aware of current events is simply the best practice. "This will be a long tenday for the remaining council members," confers the High Sorcerer. "Those of us who remain will be attending to the duties left behind by the Keeper of the Bridges and Master of Guilds until we can find suitable replacements."

"You need not wait an entire tenday, Saer," says the girl. "Once this sordid affair becomes public, the consortium will have elected a new Master of Guilds within a day. The previous one was already courting a vote of no confidence prior to tonight's incident. As for myself, I..." she trails off. "I will be renewing my bond with Lady Firehair. For too long have I neglected our relationship."

"And what of yourself, dear?" Asks Emitia, who turns her head to bring you into her peripheral vision. "Would you care to join me in petitioning for Sune's affection?"
>Fine. It is not as though I dislike Sune. What must I do?
>Perhaps some other time. My body demands a good night's rest right this instant.
>If Sune intends on whispering more saccharine surfacer nonsense in my ear, then no, I would not.

>>5812916
>Potion of Infertility
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>5812920
>>Fine. It is not as though I dislike Sune. What must I do?

>>5812920
>Fine. It is not as though I dislike Sune. What must I do?
Drow eyesight strikes again. Though if Amaranth can brew a potion of infertility he must know of the reverse, the true potion of fertility.

>>5812920
>Fine. It is not as though I dislike Sune. What must I do?
>But before we depart, Amaranth, please let the council know if they need the help of a proven warrior and commander with centur- with many years of experience, in dealing with the duties of the Keeper of the Bridges until a replacement is found.
>Also remind them to help my people, not like I care or anything!

>>5812916
A potion of infertility DOES seem like it would be more useful to someone like Tenpenny. Drat.

>>5813123
Supporting these selections.

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+1

>>5813135
Not even our most difficult setback, we'll never give up!

>>5812920
> Fine. It is not as though I dislike Sune. What must I do?
I’d hold off on telling Amaranth that we’ll see him later, though I’d also agree with throwing our hat into the ring for Keeper of the Bridges. Something tells me Sune’d like to see us confess in front of her shrine…

>>5812920
>>Fine. It is not as though I dislike Sune. What must I do?
Tell Amaranth we need to speak in private soon

Vote closed.

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"Fine," you grumble, rolling your shoulders. It was Sune's advisement that led you to this point, and you feel some inexplicable compulsion to see this through. Beforehand, however, an odd whim strikes you. "What if I become the Keeper?" You ask, looking over to Amaranth. He shakes his head, smiling apologetically as he does so.

"Were my good word sufficient, I would gladly put the idea forward. But the council does not select the Keeper of the Bridges. That is done by the judiciary - we merely screen candidates and approve of their appointment as a formality. You would also be responsible for paying and equipping your subordinates out of your own pocket, and having a strong understanding of the local laws pertaining to taxation and commerce," he explains.

You cannot fully comprehend what you are being told, but you gather that your chances of becoming the Keeper of the Bridges are near nihil. As well, you are able to deduce that Greycastle must have wielded substantial influence long before assuming his position on the Council of Elders. More than likely, being expelled from Everlund is merely a temporary setback to him, and by extension, Tenpenny.

>>5820229
Shrugging, you approach Emitia and position yourself adjacent to her, squinting at the shrine. "What do I have to-" unexpectedly, the girl throws her arms around your torso and forcefully presses her body against yours. Reactively, you place your hands on her shoulders and shove, intent on separating yourself from her, yet she musters the might to remain attached, proving deceptively strong. This is intolerable - your body is ill, and boiling hot, and completely discombobulated. Frantically, you push and flail and shout obscenities, until at last she allows you to go free.

Immediately, you distance yourself from her, crossing your arms apprehensively. "Sune reminds us that it is important to perform one loving act each day," she says. "I hardly know you, yet you have been good to me all the same. From the bottom of my heart, milady, I thank you." A mild warmth travels from the bottom of your stomach outwards into your chest. You place your hand over your mouth, afraid that you might vomit a second time tonight.

The characteristic sound of plated boots against stone heralds the arrival of a pair of Sten's paladins, still fresh from the battle, who dauntlessly stride up to the High Sorcerer and salute. "Everything is ready, High Sorcerer Cywir. Vigilant One preserve us, we can take it from here," announces one.

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>>5820233
Amaranth nods firmly. "I understand. Do try to refrain from handling her with excessive force," he says, glancing at Emitia. "Wouldn't dream of it, saer. Come along, you," responds the paladin. The girl shuts her eyes and inhales deeply, nodding to herself. "Yes, of course," she states. Turning away from you, Emitia strides toward the holy warriors, who clap a pair of iron manacles around her wrists. "The goddess has already bequeathed to you her greatest reward, Lady Torani - I pray that you will make good use of it! And may we meet again in brighter days!" She adds, as the duo lead her off into the city.

"The girl will not be subject to a prison sentence, but she will face a steep penalty for the funds she appropriated. Sten is very particular about his procedures," remarks the High Sorcerer. "Thankfully, matters of justice are to be handled by the High Captain in the Keeper's absence, and I have Lael assisting the investigation to prepare him for the day when he assumes my place as High Sorcerer. Yes, I do believe that I will be turning in now."

He gestures in your direction. "I would like to extend a personal thanks to you, Sindiira, for spending your efforts on the community. Once the situation is resolved, the council will reward you generously." As he makes to depart, your eyes fall upon the shrine of Sune whilst Emitia's words reverberate powerfully in your skull. Right now, this chance is your reward, and you would do well to make use of it, lest it slip through your fingers.

"Wait!" You exclaim with no forethought. "I... ah..."
>I... am famished! After such an intense battle. What of him? Might we not dine together?
>Yes, he said that he would teach me the mage's craft. We have been so busy, he must have forgotten!
>Surfacers celebrate victory with strong drink, do they not? Let us partake in this tradition.
>We should stand over the bridge and watch the river pass us by, for... reasons!
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I've had writer's block lately. But we should be back.

>>5820237
>I... am famished! After such an intense battle. What of him? Might we not dine together?

>>5820237
>>We should stand over the bridge and watch the river pass us by, for... reasons!
H-holding h-hands?

>>5820237
>Surfacers celebrate victory with strong drink, do they not? Let us partake in this tradition.

>>5820239
Hey Ed, I get it, it's no small thing keeping a quest going for so long. But I've found the wait for this quest to be worth it. If you hadn't mentioned anything, I wouldn't even have noticed.
>>5820237
Hmm, the ability to finance a private militia is a pathway to many abilities some would consider... pre industrial standards of civic responsibility.

Hmm, I like all of these options, so I literally rolled a 1d4 at home. I mean, it was said with noe forethought by Jez after al..

>I... am famished! After such an intense battle. What of him? Might we not dine together?

If I understood it/Emitia right our petition to Sune has already worked?

>>5820237
>We should stand over the bridge and watch the river pass us by, for... reasons!
We can maybe ask about magecraft while we hang out.

>>5820239
It happens. No worries, and welcome back! Emitia's interaction was very cute.

>>5820237
>Surfacers celebrate victory with strong drink, do they not? Let us partake in this tradition.

>>5820239
Perhaps you could use a strong drink too

>>5820803
>Emitia's interaction was very cute.
Wonder if she likes Jez enough to think of us as a cool aunt figure?

>>5820237
>Surfacers celebrate victory with strong drink, do they not? Let us partake in this tradition.

>>5820237
>I... am famished! After such an intense battle. What of him? Might we not dine together?
A romantic dinner?

>>5820237
>>I... am famished! After such an intense battle. What of him? Might we not dine together?

Vote closed.

>>5820936
AUNT??? Sister, surely!

>>5822753
I figured aiming for being an aunt would imply a minor measure of seniority over Emitia. Also, our actual sisters want to kill us, so I think Jez wants to be done with those for a while.

And not because we secretly would think she'd be a great daughter, nope, no way. No chance would we want a daughter who is smart and artistic, can speak multiple languages, has the favor of a goddess, and could very well become a decent cleric or "Pal-a-din" under her. That's just surfacer madness speaking. Sheer lunacy. Ridiculousness.

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"I am hungry, after the battle," you state. Not entirely untrue, given that your previous meal lies half-digested somewhere in the streets. "Come with me. To eat," you clarify. Relaxedly, he comes to a halt and faces your direction. "I suppose that I am feeling a bit peckish. Although, I don't really get out much these days - did you have somewhere in mind?"

Nodding firmly, you elect to take the lead, replying as you stride past him. "I do." That is a lie. You have absolutely no idea where you are going. In reality, you have not cared to thoroughly explore the city, visiting taverns and inns for the thrill of it. Much of your time has been occupied by your quest; to bolster your position in Everlund such that you might triumph over your sisters, and later to join with your people's odd kin, the Eilistraeans.

Still, Sune help you, you must seize the initiative and set the pace for tonight. How incredibly shameful it would be if you were to allow a male to take the lead.

You wander Everlund's roads without aim, feigning intention through your gait. You haven't a clue as to where you are going, though you are determined to see this through. Even at this hour, numerous establishments offer late night meals to weary travelers. This is but one among the many benefits of being in a sizable city.

The question then, is, where should you go?
>A humble building of brick and timber that invites with its warmth on this cool night. The scents wafting out from the interior evoke a curious nostalgia.
>A foreign-looking restaurant decorated with colorful drapes and carpets with elaborate patterns that smells of smoke and exotic spices.
>A grand inn, made up of one mansion connected to another. The atmosphere seems lively, and it appears quite popular with all folk.

>>5823887
>>A humble building of brick and timber that invites with its warmth on this cool night. The scents wafting out from the interior evoke a curious nostalgia.

>>5823887
>A foreign-looking restaurant decorated with colorful drapes and carpets with elaborate patterns that smells of smoke and exotic spices.
I wanna hear about Amaranth's adventures in Calimshan, especially since there was a rumor the Pasha of Gemcutters was coming to visit. It might be a good idea to learn more about the place in case we have a chance to meet him.

I want some Tajine...

>>5823899
>A foreign-looking restaurant decorated with colorful drapes and carpets with elaborate patterns that smells of smoke and exotic spices.

Considering Jez's upbringing, I wonder how well she does with spices.
Jez on Hot Ones

>>5823887
>A foreign-looking restaurant decorated with colorful drapes and carpets with elaborate patterns that smells of smoke and exotic spices.
I'm >>5820803, by the way.

>>5823887
>>A grand inn, made up of one mansion connected to another. The atmosphere seems lively, and it appears quite popular with all folk.

>>5823887
>A humble building of brick and timber that invites with its warmth on this cool night. The scents wafting out from the interior evoke a curious nostalgia.

Vote closed.

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"Here," you state, leading Amaranth a foreign-seeming restaurant where heavy drapes obscure the entrance in place of a door. Quickly, you realize that your impulsiveness has left you out of your depth - in here, there is not a single chair. Tables lower than knee height rule this place, each resting upon a unique, elaborately-patterned mat.

Powerful aromas that are at once fresh, bitter and sweet waft through the air, all unalike the very mild flavors that you have come to associate with surface cuisine. More curious still is the atmosphere of this building, modified by the thin layer of fragrant smoke left by lanterns that emit only faint light, and the heavy fabrics suspended from the ceiling that afford privacy to customers. Undaunted, you proceed, only for your first steps forward to betray your ignorance.

"Sindiira," the High Sorcerer calls out to you from several paces behind. "It is common custom to remove one's footwear when indoors," he explains, as he does so to set the example, placing his boots neatly next to several other pairs that rest at the entryway, a glint of recognition igniting in his eyes as he drinks in his surroundings. What sort of barbarian surfacer tradition would force one to tolerate the accumulated filth of a floor against their bare soles? You wonder, as you grudgingly oblige.

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"I had no idea that there is a restaurant that serves food from Calimshan this far north," says Amaranth. "I take it that this is the first time you've been here as well?" You nod, placing your hands at your sides. Swallowing spit, you try to strike up a conversation, failing to settle on a meaningful topic. Why now, of all times, must you be struck dumb?

"Selamün aleyküm!" Cheers an unfit human male, who steps forward to greet the two of you. Though he dresses as the local surfacers do, his tawny skin and the bizarre cylindrical scarlet hat featuring a prominent black tassel resting upon his head betray him as a foreigner. "I can help you two?" He asks, extending his hand toward Amaranth, who then shakes it vigorously. Initially, you believe that you will be expected to do so as well, though the foreigner merely inclines his head in your direction in acknowledgement.

Amaranth speaks, and the two carry on a conversation in a soft, melodic language distinct from the more syllabic tongue that you have grown accustomed to. Reading their body language, the mage seems to be introducing himself - and you - while making dining arrangements. The foreigner brings the fingertips of his left hand together and rotates his hand toward his heart thrice, bowing toward the mage apologetically. Amaranth performs a similar gesture, though does so only once.

Excluded from all of this, you are left to look on in puzzlement.

>>5827981
Eventually, your host leads you to a table and gestures for the two of you to take a seat, bowing once again as he departs. Aware that you are experiencing a sort of culture shock, the mage is quick to come to your aid, demonstrating that you are meant to sit on the floor, cross-legged, with a very specific posture. Your saving grace is that the natural flexibility of an Ilythiiri physique allows you to contort yourself in accordance with this uncivilized tradition with minimal discomfort.

"I apologize for that," huffs Amaranth, as he effortlessly sits himself adjacent to you, obviously accustomed to this alien habit. "Calishite culture is very paternalistic. Emre - that is, the owner - expects a man to speak on your behalf. In any case, we should be having an authentic Calimport supper shortly. It may not be what you are accustomed to, though I guarantee that you will enjoy it."

At long last, you have the entire night to chat with Amaranth Cywir. It would be best to start with casual conversation. You may choose no more than three.
>Perchance he might tell me more of Calimshan's culture so that I do not humiliate myself as we dine?
>Let us exchange stories of our adventures. It sounds as though he has had quite a few in Calimport.
>So how did he become the magician he is today? One is not simply born as Everlund's High Sorcerer.
>Tell me, what else can his future-sight predict? Does he see anything... pleasant in the near future?
>He seems to get on well with a great many people. Why is it that he does not leave his home more often?
>[Write-in.]

>>5827983
>Perchance he might tell me more of Calimshan's culture so that I do not humiliate myself as we dine?
>So how did he become the magician he is today? One is not simply born as Everlund's High Sorcerer.
>He seems to get on well with a great many people. Why is it that he does not leave his home more often?

>>5827983
>Perchance he might tell me more of Calimshan's culture so that I do not humiliate myself as we dine?
>So how did he become the magician he is today? One is not simply born as Everlund's High Sorcerer.
>Ask him if he can help making a fertility potion since he knows how to make an infertility potion

>>5827983
>So how did he become the magician he is today? One is not simply born as Everlund's High Sorcerer.
>Tell me, what else can his future-sight predict? Does he see anything... pleasant in the near future?
>Ask him if he can help making a fertility potion since he knows how to make an infertility potion

>>5827983
>Perchance he might tell me more of Calimshan's culture so that I do not humiliate myself as we dine?
>He seems to get on well with a great many people. Why is it that he does not leave his home more often?
Is it possible to learn this secret? The secret of... Socialization??
>Ask him if he can help making a fertility potion since he knows how to make an infertility potion

>>5827983
>So how did he become the magician he is today? One is not simply born as Everlund's High Sorcerer.
>He seems to get on well with a great many people. Why is it that he does not leave his home more often?
>Ask him if he can help making a fertility potion since he knows how to make an infertility potion

>>5827983
>Perchance he might tell me more of Calimshan's culture so that I do not humiliate myself as we dine?
>Let us exchange stories of our adventures. It sounds as though he has had quite a few in Calimport.
>Tell me, what else can his future-sight predict? Does he see anything... pleasant in the near future?

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Vote closed.

We'll come back to the potion of infertility eventually.

Wonder if this place has an in house belly dancer as the mealtime entertainment?

>>5829741
So Jez can critique her sloppy technique?

>>5831324
No, so we can do a belly dance-off against her and get some new duds out of it if we win.

Or get a new prospective dancer or swordfighting student. Either one will work for me.

>>5828790
QM?

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>>5828423
As you await the arrival of your meal, you quiz Amaranth on Calishite culture to better comprehend how it differs from the surfacer ways in these lands. He explains that at the core of Calishite society is the concept of status; life is rigid and hierarchal, and one must learn to navigate a complex maze of etiquettes and unspoken rules in order to advance one's station, or oftentimes, merely live to see another day. Social standing governs every interaction in daily life, from politics, to commerce, to casual conversation, and while outsiders are seen as uncultured barbarians who are not beholden to such standards, understanding the fundamentals is nonetheless critical for foreigners.

Unlike the far more egalitarian Silver Marches, he explains, Calimshan is a land known for its chauvinism. Men occupy every prominent role in society and attend to matters of war, industry, and statecraft. Women are to be seen, not heard, and whilst the deviance of backwards outlanders can be grudgingly overlooked, the only ways for a woman to rise to wealth and prominence in Calishite society are through her family or through organized crime, the latter being so prolific in cities such as Calimport that near every member of the ruling class has a hand in the criminal underworld.

Greater still is the importance of decorum and a respect for rank. Looking someone of a higher class in the eye, failing to address them by their full title, or speaking to their wife without permission is sufficient cause to be beaten, jailed, or even beheaded. Indeed, many ignorant adventurers and wanderers have been punished for such infractions, much to their confusion. Wealthy idleness is the ideal for Calishites, and to achieve this state - even by inheritance - earns titles and commands prestige. By contrast, those who make their fortune through mercenary 'adventuring' occupy the same societal stratum as beggars; they are wretched folk who lack character and industry.

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>>5834263
The imagery of exotic lands painted onto the canvas of your mind falls away as you are left perplexed by the ways of life in Calimshan. How in the Nine Hells is a prospective visitor meant to internalize so many arbitrary rules? With a mélange of nostalgia and sorrow, Amaranth states that he had been a vizar (a sort of high-ranking advisor) to a pasha (a broad term given to ruling officials and business leaders) for twenty years, and had been living in Calimport for another five years prior. In short, he has had the opportunity to adjust, yet ultimately, is glad to have put those lands and their customs behind him.

"You have been everywhere," you coo, "and you are High Sorcerer now. The most strong magician in Everlund." Appraising him again, you come to recognize that he is a mightily prepossessing specimen, for a non-Ilythiiri. Come to think of it, both Willow and Emitia seemed to come to a similar conclusion. Was it they who contaminated your thoughts with such nonsense? "How?" You ask, grappling with the surface madness that now runs rampant within your skull. "Tell me."

"Are you asking how I came around to learning the Art, or how it was that I ended up with the office of High Sorcerer?" He wonders. "Both," you clarify, inclining your body toward him subtly. Shutting his eyes, he tilts his head back and sighs. "Every Cywir has the Gift that allows us to use spells, but of my siblings I was the only one who became a magician. Though, Korfel - Ilanis' father - is the one who taught me how to develop my abilities."

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>>5834265
The High Sorcerer grits his teeth and maintains a meaningful quiet for what must be several minutes, a sure sign that you have touched on a topic that he does not enjoy speaking about. "He and I... differed. In many regards. He was an excellent instructor, if an exacting one, but our views became more difficult to reconcile over the years." You note that though he refrains from speaking badly of his mentor, his strained inflection suggests that Amaranth takes care to avoid raising his voice.

"As for my office," he pauses again, opening his eyes. "Korfel was the true High Sorcerer of Everlund, worthy to be a member of the council. My appointment to the position was a necessary measure, made in haste during his sudden absence two decades ago. Truth be told, I oftentimes feel that I am merely substituting for the next High Sorcerer," he groans. Previously, Amaranth did mention that he was preparing that pestiferous boy to succeed him. Could it be that he is not comfortable with his role in the Council of Elders?

Your meal - rather, what you would consider several meals - is hauled to your table by what must be the entire immediate family of the Calishite male, 'Emre' as Amaranth called him. Food enough to feed six mouths and more is set out before you by an army of sons and daughters. Bowls of colorful vegetables, baked, boiled and fried are carefully arranged to please the eye whilst you are given a strange beverage that superficially resembles frothy, salted rothé milk.

Unexpectedly, the only utensil available to you is a spoon of modest size.

>>5834270
The most prominent dish on offer, however, is a sort of meat originating from some surface creature that you cannot quite place, served adjacent to generous helpings of white bread stacked in a bowl. This is 'lamb,' the High Sorcerer clarifies, before he is entangled by Emre and introduced to every member of the Calishite's family, the magician's discomfort growing more palpable with each individual that he must greet. This is meant as a gesture of respect for someone of high standing, if you are to interpret what you were told earlier correctly.

An animated conversation ensues, and however many times Amaranth attempts to politely excuse himself, he is again pulled back in by your hosts. It is not until returning to their duties is an absolute necessity that he manages to escape them, chuckling softly to himself. "It is traditional to eat communally from the same dishes, with one's hands. I am accustomed to this after years of doing so, but I hope you do not mind."

"Do you not know him?" You query. "He acts like he has known you for a hundred years." Perhaps several hundred, you think. You personally cannot recall being on such good terms with anyone, though the Ilythiirra way of life is oft antithetical to such relations, as you have come to realize.

>>5834272
"No, no," he responds, smiling bitterly. "I was never very good with people, but during my time as a mage in the Realms, I became something of a socialite. The benefits of being a famous adventurer." Delicately tearing away a chunk of stewed lamb with practiced ease, Amaranth gestures at the dish, inviting you to try. Following his lead, you separate a bite-size portion of flesh from the cut, and joining him, you eat. Compared against steak, the closest equivalent you can manage, this is rich and tender, spiced to allow it a full, savory flavor that agrees with your gut.

"Not anymore?" You follow up, greedily seizing another portion of meat. "No. Not anymore," he answers. Patiently, you wait, expecting him to elaborate further, only to be met with poignant silence. Quickly, you deduce that he does not intend to explore this answer further, and for yourself, pressing further may ruin the atmosphere at this critical juncture in your very important quest.

Admittedly, the unwanted expulsion of your previous meal has left your stomach craving a replacement. The lack of fork and knife presents a challenge that you are able to navigate utilizing a combination of your natural dexterity and occasional advice from Amaranth. Assisted, you gladly eat your fill, though glutting yourself brings you no closer to your goal.

Hmm...
>[Agility] If I could just 'accidentally' take his hand as we reach for the same dish...
>I could tell him about my homeland, my people. A fair exchange for all that he has taught me.
>I will boast about all of the places I have seen, and the people I have killed. Males enjoy that sort of thing, no?
>[Write-in.]

>>5829741
>>5831324
>>5831632
What is there to critique? Jez has already said that humans are awkward, clumsy creatures that can't even run in high heels without hurting themselves. It is simply unfair to compare a pathetic surfacer "dancer" against a glorious Ilythiiri warrior.

>>5834277
>>[Agility] If I could just 'accidentally' take his hand as we reach for the same dish...

>>5834277
>You are a mighty abban and a powerful Weaver. All the surface dwellers here speak highly of your sage advice and refusal to take power by yourself, as any Matro- as any Archmage as yourself could. All I've spoken to think you worthy of ruling in this strange diluted power sharing agreement that is the Council. All except those that were just ousted from the Council, ofcourse.
>So do not be so, so, spidersilk on yourself. But enough about politics.
>>[Agility] If I could just 'accidentally' take his hand as we reach for the same dish...

>>5834393
+1. Well said! +100, fi I could.

>>5834277

>>5834277
>>I could tell him about my homeland, my people. A fair exchange for all that he has taught me.

>>5834393
+1

>>5834277
>I could tell him about my homeland, my people. A fair exchange for all that he has taught me.

>>5834393
Supporting

>>5834277
>I could tell him about my homeland, my people. A fair exchange for all that he has taught me.

>>5834393
+1

>>5834281
No reason not to keep an eye out for dance moves we can practice and improve upon. Or pretty dancing clothes we can dress up in.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

(Agility 16, -3 Sitting Posture) Success on 13 or lower.

It's a bold strategy. Let's see how it works out for her.

>>5835128
Of all the times for our lucky streak to end.

>>5835128
I know it's not a critfail, but for some reason I think I can still hear a witch cackling...

Clearly, as we are trying to grasp Amaranth's hand, we are "attacking" his hand, thus providing for a +3 bonus from the Bautha Z'hin style. And a bonus from Sune's Rose as well!

I NEED THE HANDHOLDING

Somehow I think our bumbling will touch his heart more

>>5835152
There are worse times for that.

>>5834322
>>5834393
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>>5835101
"My people have a saying," you start. "L'alurl abbil zhah dosstan. No one can challenge your right to be High Sorcerer. And, you also must know that you are right to be on the council. Be sure of your strength, and do not listen to the weak voices that are jealous of your power. They fear that you will break them." Your grasp of the surfacer tongue has been steadily improving; that was truly poetic, you feel.

Amaranth takes a sip from his beverage and studies you with an expression which you find difficult to place. "That is... a... very considerate thing to say, Sindiira. But cooperating with the other members of the Council of Elders is oftentimes quite taxing. I fear I simply do not possess the same zest for excitement as I did a century ago." However different your lives have been, this is an experience which you can empathize with. The years have most definitely not been easy on you, and you do not possess the same gusto as you did when you were an aspiring priestess.

As the two of you go on with your meal, a capricious whim forcefully overtakes your good sense. Whilst he reaches toward the bowl of bread, you think to intercept his hand and covertly grasp it by 'mistake,' resembling an event which occurred in the Pretty Princess of Myth Drannor. Alas, you are too quick, and too incautious - instead, you overreach. Slapping the High Sorcerer's hand aside, your shoulder collides against his in such a way that he is shoved off to the side.

The moment is tense as the two of you stare at one another in bewilderment. Amaranth blinks, wordlessly expecting some sort of explanation from you. Yet your mind turns up nothing. Despite your best effort, you find yourself incapable of explaining away your erratic behavior. "Sindiira?" He asks patiently, intuiting that something is amiss. "Is something the matter?"

You shake your head, and the meal resumes without incident. Nevertheless, you now seem a fool, or even a madwoman. Worse, you now recognize that you have consumed voraciously to recover from the day's events. Before long, your time here will be over, and the two of you will part ways.

Something must be done.
>Dessert! They have dessert in Calimshan, no? I would very much like a dessert. What of him?
>I must speak with him. Alone. Somewhere else. Right now. It is, erm, very important. He must simply believe me.
>He holds knowledge of the Potion of Infertility. I presume he can brew a Potion of Fertility as well?
>[Write-in.]

>>5836904
>Dessert! They have dessert in Calimshan, no? I would very much like a dessert. What of him?
And while we eat...
>He holds knowledge of the Potion of Infertility. I presume he can brew a Potion of Fertility as well?
At least we didn't LITERALLY spill any spaghetti

>>5836904
>I must speak with him. Alone. Somewhere else. Right now. It is, erm, very important. He must simply believe me.
>He holds knowledge of the Potion of Infertility. I presume he can brew a Potion of Fertility as well?

>>5836904
>>Dessert! They have dessert in Calimshan, no? I would very much like a dessert. What of him?
>>He holds knowledge of the Potion of Infertility. I presume he can brew a Potion of Fertility as well?

>>5836904
>Dessert! They have dessert in Calimshan, no? I would very much like a dessert. What of him?

>>5836904
>Dessert! They have dessert in Calimshan, no? I would very much like a dessert. What of him?
"Sindira, have you come down with a fever? You seem to be turning rather red."

>>5837427
The benefits of being a Llolthite Drow include being so dark that there's no way to tell we're blushing without infravision!

>>5836904
>He holds knowledge of the Potion of Infertility. I presume he can brew a Potion of Fertility as well?

Vote closed.

>>5836913
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>>5837495
"I need something sweet," you declare, hoping to delay Amaranth a while longer as you shovel the last remaining piece of lamb into your mouth. His eyes widen as he looks to the empty dishes scattered about the short table, then to you. "Are you quite certain-" he begins, before you cut him off. "I am," you answer. You can - nay, must - make room for more. It is absolutely imperative that you do so.

Predictably, Emre finds his way to your table a second time to resume his conversation with Amaranth. Every so often, he sweeps his hand in your direction and utters an unfamiliar word, each time followed by a full belly laugh. 'Allmoockreeb,' or something of the sort. That the surfacers do not share a unified language as your people do is frustrating, if understandable, considering that the darthiiri tongue is some morbid permutation of true Ilythiirra.

The very moment that the Calishite is no longer within earshot, you tap your index finger against the High Sorcerer's shoulder to recapture his attention, scanning the restaurant warily for potential eavesdroppers. "That word. All-moo-greeb. What is it?" You ask. "Al-mukharrib," he corrects. "He was referring to you as 'the annihilator.'"

"Because I am strong?" You question further.

"He believes that you have a prolific appetite," he answers.

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>>5842314
You are served a portion of a layered pastry, each sheet filled with chopped bits of a savory substance, all covered with a sort of syrup. Like many indigenous surfacer products, there exists no equivalent in the Underdark which you might compare it to. Unashamed, you indulge in this strange delight, which serves as a fine conclusion to an excellent meal as your companion looks on in quiet astonishment.

"You say you know how to make the Potion of Infertility. Can you make another, a 'Potion of Fertility?'" You inquire. Amaranth gives you a once-over, seemingly discerning the motive behind your question. "Ah, that must be what all of this is about. Regretfully, I know of no such formula," he answers disconsolately. "The mage whose livelihood depends on using spells to craft objects or brew potions oft finds ways of catering to the needs of the wealthy and adventurous to offset the steep costs of research, but the gods like to maintain their monopoly on restorative solutions."

In other words, if there were a way to fabricate a 'Potion of Fertility,' it would be a secret well-kept by the surfacer gods. "As for the clerics here in Everlund, only the High Priestess of Corellon would have access to such potent magics." You make an effort to resist the urge, yet ultimately cannot help but sneer at the mere mention of that traitor whore. Keen to this, the High Sorcerer coughs before proceeding. "Alternatively, one could try their luck with the temple of Tyr in the nearby city of Sundabar, though the culture and attitudes of its citizens are much more dwarven than Everlund's. I would not recommend it to travelers who might attract suspicion," he advises.

>>5842319
You swallow a chunk of pastry and seethe in dissatisfaction, its sweetness doing little to combat the bitter flavor that now sits on your tongue. The fate dealt to you by Lolth is cruel indeed, for the solution to your hardships is held in the vice grip of the darthiir you know as Arara. Making the journey to this Sundabar is an option, as you now know - though it is unlikely that a mighty cleric in that city will treat you any more amiably, given their dwarven inclinations. Damn everything, for you have made no progress in this regard.

"It may not be within my means remedy such an ailment. However, if the issue is causing someone acute distress, I would be more than willing to share in their troubles," he offers. By now, it is apparent that he is aware of your condition despite not referencing you specifically, and he has even offered you the rare opportunity to unbosom your thoughts together with him.

You are at a crossroad. Divulging one's thoughts is not a practice encouraged among your people. Oftentimes, it is all but assured that doing so will be met with derision, if not swift reprisal. Deceit is the virtue which keeps one mighty, or at the least, secure. Even if you know that this is not the surfacer way, there is a certain wrongness to the very concept of revealing your emotions which beleaguers you.

Hmm...
>S- so, suppose that I have a sister, who suffers from an issue that renders her unable to reproduce...
>I am a proud Ilythiiri warrior, and I am not burdened by weak concerns such as these! He is referring to someone else!
>To the Hells with it all! I have never confided in anyone else about my flaw. He will have the privilege of being the first.
>[Write-in.]

>S- so, suppose that I have a sister, who suffers from an issue that renders her unable to reproduce...

>>5842321
>>To the Hells with it all! I have never confided in anyone else about my flaw. He will have the privilege of being the first.

>>5842321
>To the Hells with it all! I have never confided in anyone else about my flaw. He will have the privilege of being the first.
This isn't the underdark anymore

>>5842321
>To the Hells with it all! I have never confided in anyone else about my flaw. He will have the privilege of being the first.
>"The place I came from... those who have these sorts of issues are... well, mocked for it."

>>5842920
Supporting

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>>5842330
>>5842540
>>5842884
>>5842920
>>5843368
"I am Ilythiirra." You clench your fists and sit upright. Mustering up the courage to give voice to the truth, you feud ferociously against the very instincts that have allowed you to persist through the perilous centuries. Casting the aegis of deceit to the wayside, you speak plainly. "When we are born, we must fight. The weakest are killed by the other children. Many die in the cities because they are sick or hungry, or are lost in the Underdark. More die in wars with the darthiir, and the rivvin - humans - and other Ilythiiri."

"This is our way. It is the way of the Quarval-sharess, our goddess Lolth. We are her meat, and the dead fill her belly. Every day many of us are killed. But the ones that are alive become the most strong, the most clever. They make our people great. More great than any other people in the Realms. That is why every woman must have many children. So that there are always more Ilythiiri to take the place of those that die, and to feed the goddess. For the greatness of my people."

There is a pressure building in your bosom which threatens to burst forth from your chest if not released. Given pause, you force an onerous gulp down your throat and unsuccessfully attempt to work through the sensation. Half-anticipating some sort of quip or jeer at your expense, Amaranth proves your concerns wrong. Instead, he remains attentive, indulgently allowing you the time to regain you composure.

>>5847021
"I can not have any children. Even one hundred years ago, I tried and tried, but never did," you resume. "The one thing I must do, and I can not do it. Even the weakest woman can give of her blood to our people and the goddess, but my body gives nothing." Twin streams of sweltering sweat run from your eyes down your cheeks as you admit your deficiency, ruining the Sunites' cosmetic work.

"I fail the Quarval-sharess. I fail the Ilythiiri. I fail myself."

Tenderly, the High Sorcerer wipes the sweat from your face with his sleeve, a gesture that inexplicably provokes an even greater outpour of perspiration from your eyes. "Very few souls in this city would be willing to challenge the Council of Elders on the behalf of the Eilistraeans. Yet the valor you have shown tonight in doing so was exemplary. Take solace in knowing that you have done far more for your people than most any of us could ever hope to for our own."

"They are... different," you protest, insisting that they are missing a sort of integral 'Ilythiirra-ness' that you cannot properly define. "Nevertheless, when they were in need, you came to their aid all the same. You are the heroine of the day; an example of all that your people can be. Lolth's priestesses cannot take that away from you," he maintains, continually drying your face each time it becomes saturated with brackish droplets.

>>5847023
His every word manages to bite deeper than any weapon. Not a single insult has been uttered, yet you are being wounded in ways which until now were inconceivable. "It would be best if we left," he states, uncrossing his legs as he prepares to stand. Impulsively, you seize the hem of his sleeve and forcefully prise him back toward you. Colliding together a second time, he faces you and scrutinizes your face, trying to glean the rationale for your erratic behavior through your visage.

Truth be told, you are trying to figure that out yourself.
>[Write-in.]

>>5847025
Oh god, I hope this write-in doesn’t come out as cringeworthy…
>Cry a little bit more
>”Why are you so damnably nice to me, you fool… you wonderful, handsome, kind fool…”
>After we calm down a bit, pay for the meal since we asked Amaranth out (unless those weird Calishite rules say otherwise, then pass the money to him to do so), and walk him back home
>plan to give him the rose before we part with an explanation on what you were told it means to Sunites
>at some point walking home try to give him your best sneer, realize whatever you gave him was absolutely not one when he blushes instead of cringes in fear

>>5847094
Super cringey. Let's do it

>>5847025
+1 to >>5847094, but instead of 'sneering', just kiss the damned male.

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>>5847025
>Just kiss you fool. It always works in the romance novels

>>5847094
Jez is already a cringe queen anyways. You can't sound worse than her.

>>5847094
>>5847115
I can't think of anything less cringey so supporting this + k i s s i n g

>>5847094
+1
But start with a damn kiss and go from there

Vote closed.

>>5847094
>>5847115
>>5847228
>>5847800
>>5847971
Your lexicon fails you. Tightening your grasp on his sleeve, you wordlessly search the cyan depths of his eyes for an answer which could explain your utterly irrational behavior. Against your will, the facade of strength which you project collapses as you spiral into a boutade of uncontrollable sobbing until your throat is hoarse. Nonjudgmentally, he remains seated and allows you to retain your grip on him, until you at last feel secure enough to relinquish it.

"You are too good to me, khal'abbil. Dos phuul ussta farjali iiyola, m'rstirans lueth mal'rak," you declare, rising from your seat. "Let us go." Ignorant of the meaning behind your words, Amaranth smiles and politely inclines his head in your direction as the two of you make to depart. Though he offers to cover the expenses as a reward for your efforts, you insist on paying for the both of you. How humiliating would it be to allow a male to do so on your behalf?

"I will go with you, abbil," you state the very moment that you set foot outside of the restaurant, preempting the possible suggestion that you part ways. The mage opens his mouth and inhales, possibly to protest, though you refuse to afford him the opportunity. Assertively, you place your hand over his forearm and tighten your hold over it until you can see the mild discomfort displayed across his face. "Come," you command, leading him off in the direction of his residence.

>>5854564
The tangible silence between you persists for several minutes as you guide the nonplussed High Sorcerer through the city night. Clearing his throat, Amaranth speaks up. "Sindiira, might I ask what precisely has gotten into you?" You relax your pace significantly until you have come to a complete halt and fish through your belongings for the flower given to you by Lady Firehair, brandishing it.

"Sune gave me this. Emitia says it is only for the one I care for." You wet your lips and face away from him, uncertain of how to best articulate what it is that you mean to convey. "That is why I want you to take it. You are the one that I will give this to." Craning your neck just enough to bring him into your vision, you observe as he reluctantly plucks the rose from your hand and studies it. "My, this does seem to be a genuine favor from a goddess. I am flattered, although-"

Now, you decide, is the ideal time to go on the offensive. With the might of the goddess at your back, your victory is all but assured. Utilizing the full extent of your alacrity, you close the distance between yourself and your prey, clumsily locking your lips with his before sucking them rapaciously. The act does not have any romantic significance in your culture, although the stories suggest that it is a way of displaying affection amongst surfacers - especially humans - and you will concede that it is not wholly unpleasant.

Withdrawing, you gaze upon the High Sorcerer, studying his reaction. Amaranth is astonished, at a loss for words. Perchance you are simply so fantastic that he has been struck dumb? "I am going to lay you," you state plainly, maintaining your momentum.

It is not as though you have never done this. The question then, is, how will you do this?
>This is a special occasion. I am going to spoil him like a mother spoils her favorite son.
>For tonight, I want to be a slave for only him - something I have never done with anyone.
>My centuries of training have made me something of a contortionist, a talent I will demonstrate tonight.
>It is time to exercise some healthy aggression. We are going to play a game I call 'warriors in the arena.'

>>5854575
>This is a special occasion. I am going to spoil him like a mother spoils her favorite son.
Mommy dommy seems the most appropriate to convey both our unseemly and undrowlike feelings for him, and also stay true to our very Llolthite understanding of gender roles.

>>5854575
>My centuries of training have made me something of a contortionist, a talent I will demonstrate tonight.

>>5854575
>>It is time to exercise some healthy aggression. We are going to play a game I call 'warriors in the arena.'
YES

>>5854575
>>My centuries of training have made me something of a contortionist, a talent I will demonstrate tonight.

>>5854575
>This is a special occasion. I am going to spoil him like a mother spoils her favorite son.
Mommy time

Wait up, guys… Jez is a dancer… as a wizard, Amaranth probably has a few magical and nonmagical staves.

Magical stripper pole dancing, anyone?

>>5855132
Supporting!

>>5854575
>For tonight, I want to be a slave for only him - something I have never done with anyone.
This drow is never too old to learn new teicks

>>5855132
I'll support this + contortionist. It perfectly synergizes.

Vote closed.

>>5855132
>>5855181
>>5855588
I'll count these as votes for the third option. Though anons might notice that Amaranth hasn't exactly consented to any of this.

>>5855652
He is a male and we are both strong and kindly disposed. He is lucky to have us, and luckier still that we have found him on the surface, rather than below the ground.

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>>5855652
>Spoiler
Well, so much for not having my autism keep me up at night creating possible worst case scenarios in my head over and over again until the next update occurs!

>>5855905
There have been multiple chances to obtain the critical information, but anons voted against it. But I'm sure someone has figured it out by now based on dialogues.

I wonder what the reaction will if we find out?

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>>5856156
Oh shit, we're in love with a gay guy

>>5856156
Consent is a suggestion anyway
t. Jez

>>5856156
Mommy dommy does not care what kind of fruit you like

>>5856166
If he is, then either he hid it from Lael well enough to avoid his gaydar, or Lael was purposely spouting lies about him liking women.

>"Tell me about Amaranth," you demand.

>"What is there to say? He's an elf. Single, prefers women. Collects books, loves tea..."

>>5854622
>>5854830
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Like a predator returning to its lair with a fresh kill, you drag Amaranth into the alley from which you can access the entrance leading to his sanctum, propelling him through the portal with your superior might. Though the night was cloudy, the perplexing spire in which he spends his days is awash with the most sublime moonlight, fitting for the occasion. You had suspected that this place was in some way separate from Everlund, yet your knowledge of the mage's trade does not afford you any understanding beyond this. This, however, is no concern of yours at the moment.

The ambient quietude all about you confirms that the two of you are alone together, which you are willing to accept as the tacit approval from the red-haired goddess, a sign that you may proceed unimpeded. "Sindiira," he begins as you tear at his robes, aching to see him undressed. "It is not as though I find you unattractive, but perchance we might-" You lock lips with him again, cutting him off.

Pulling away, you gaze upon his now flush features, his demeanor difficult to accurately place. 'Ambivalent' is the best descriptor that you can settle on - he is torn between several conflicting wants. Hoping to banish the doubts from his mind, you take his hands in yours and place them on your bust, steadily guiding them down your chiseled abdomen until they come to rest on your waist. "Zhlaass lueth l'amith ussa, ussta ssinjin abbil," you implore, staring him in the eyes.

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Initially, you worry that your partner is a bland lover, but you soon discover that it is merely his inhibitions holding him back. Gradually, his reservations are dispelled, allowing him to engage with you more proactively. Ordinarily, there is a certain bellicosity to this act that you are accustomed to, yet such behavior seems unsuitable for the occasion. Instead, the two of you take your time, exploring one another's anatomies at your own pace, an experience that is equal parts titillating and academic on your part.

Never have you been with a darthiir; always, you had assumed that they and the people of Ilythiir, your people, were destined to be mortal enemies. Yet there is something taboo and deeply arousing about the thought of becoming entangled with your most hated foe. The kiss of Amaranth's lips on your neck, your chest, your womanhood, ignites your passions in a way you had never thought possible until now.

Not to be outdone, you take the lead, deciding to give of your well-conditioned physique to your lover. Like a blind cave serpent, you encircle the mage, demonstrating the myriad ways which your tongue, your fingers, your soles can give pleasure. Sincerely, you wish for Amaranth to enjoy the whole of yourself, in much the same way you wish to enjoy all of him.

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The rivalry between your peoples deeply ingrained into your psyche is coming undone. The lessons of the Lolthite priestesses are naught but the ephemeral ravings of an acrimonious goddess now. You feel liberated, a sensation which you choose to convey through a bold performance. Baring everything for Amaranth to see, you dance for him, expressing yourself in a way which you could never hope to with words alone.

The color flees from the mage's face as he beholds something which he was never meant to see partway through your act. Lost in your own desires, you quickly realize that you have unintentionally put the hideous web of scars that mar your back on full display, making a show of Mother's skillful handiwork. "It's ugly," you admit freely. Arrested by shame, your legs cannot move, bringing your dance to an abrupt end.

Prepared to face rejection for your deformity, Amaranth defies your assumptions for the umpteenth time. Rushing to your side, he takes you in his embrace and holds your ear to his chest, that you may listen to his beating heart. Despite yourself, he has chosen to accept you in your entirety, flaws and all.

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This concludes this volume of Forgotten Realms Adventures. Now is the time for questions, et cetera.

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All wrong. Your homework for the next thread will be to figure out what the correct answer is.

>>5856974
Ooooh, it's because he was tortured and maybe raped by our people. I see. Makes sense. Still, that was a very sweet scene.

>>5856974
Nonetheless I'll take the win

>>5856971
Good ending unlocked. Thanks for running.

>>5856974
Yeah, it might be what >>5857001 said. Or at least, part of it, anyways. Which brings up the question... if Amaranth had something that traumatic happen to him while captured by the Ilythiiri, what exactly had kept him from going the route Arara took and going anti-Drow, or even past that to full-on edgy Shevarash Drow hunter?