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Dream in Red [Open]
WHO: The Dark Urge and You
WHAT: A resistant murder lizard tries to make friends
WHEN: January 24th - February 28th
WHERE: Nightwake, Beginner Apartments, and around the city center
WARNINGS: Night terrors, struggling Dark Urge scenario, and one sexy murder lizard
Voxed found his way to the accommodations provided to the new Otherworlders, as he and others are called, after leaving the Fairy Kingdom. He had been informed of these lodgings by the friendly God of Death, as hilarious as it sounds. Making his way here, he had the chance to witness and see so many new things and people. Strange carriages that could move without horses and some that could fly like Nautiloid ships but without tentacles. Large ships in the wait that were far closer to those flying Illithid ships soared overhead.
It was all dazing and bright and loud. Daylight itself encased in glass like fireflies trapped in a bottle for a child. Had he ever caught fireflies in a jar when he was young? Did he play with the bugs or was he always so craven and vicious as to hurt them? He pushes the thoughts away and continues on his journey. Finding the inn, though they call it an Apartment Building, the dragonborn found his room. Walking inside, it wasn't spacious but it would be more than enough for him. Putting his pack and quarterstaff down near the door, he would head inside.
He explored every inch of the room. The strange captured light disappearing and reappearing at the touch of a switch. The bed and its soft sheets and blanket. The way the mattress would spring back and how comfortable it felt. When was the last time he slept in a real bed? With his memories gone from before the Nautiloid, it felt like ages. Having the energy enough to slip into his camp clothes, Voxed climbed into bed to sleep.
Though sleep was ever restful. His door was ajar that night, left open during a moment of exhaustion and shortsightedness. On the bed, the dragonborn tosses and turns in his sleep. His arms raise up in front of him, swatting at something, then he twists and thrashes again. Noises escape his lips, a growl, then a whimper, followed by something murmured so quietly the words lose all form and meaning and become simply noise.
There is no restful sleep for him tonight. Perhaps the same for his neighbors as his fists and feet collide with the wall beside his bed. The sounds of tearing sheets can be heard as his scales and claws catch on them from his frantic movements. How long this will go on is a mystery, unless someone attempts to wake him. Or wait until the morning to ask just what was he dreaming about to cause such a fitful night.
Restful sleep is impossible for Voxed. He travels out into the city center of Nightwake to explore during his waking hours. Though he is tired and his eyes betray that, he perseveres. Several natives of the world have introduced him to coffee. In truth, it is very similar to kaeth from back in Faerun. Which is a nice sense of familiarity to have, even if it goes by another name. Morning kaeth is a necessity and thankfully it is in abundance in Nightwake and not as expensive as it was back in his world. Depending on the day, Voxed will be at a different cafe, sampling their kaeth drinks and sitting inside with a book or outside to watch the people. Such a perfect place to meet new faces.
After kaeth and food, he sets out to explore. There are so many new things to explore and experience. He is awash with curiosity and a hunger for the knowledge of what he could find. He sets out to explore the city center, a map of the city in hand with a pen to make locations of interest. His phone remains ignored and attached to the pack on his back. In truth he has no idea how to use it and has made no effort to learn how to use the strange device yet.
He will make his way to the Amberfall Library eventually. He will gladly grab books to read and a comfortable chair or chaise to sit in and devour the knowledge within. He spends hours reading books in the massive library, sometimes in the upper floors and other times down in the underground library. Occasionally he can be found zoning out, a book in his lap, and simply staring into the middle distance. He shakes free if someone interacts with him or catches his attention.
The nightclub scene will also catch Voxed's attention. Seeking out the music, the dancing, the alcohol and celebration on a nightly basis. He doesn't understand what the merriment is for or what occasion must happen every night to cause it, but it is infectious. He will sit at the bar sampling the alcoholic drinks, or can be found attempting to dance on the dance floor. Though he is unfamiliar with the dancing being done. He does catch on to why others grind against one another during these celebrations. Perhaps it is a nightly ritual to some god of debauchery or lust? Whatever the case, when in Amn, do as the Amnians do.
Dragging himself back to his lodgings from these nights of exploration, he is exhausted. He stops occasionally to sit on a bench and gaze up at the stars. None of the consultations are familiar in the slightest. Though it is hard to map them out with the lights of the city shining so brightly around him. He sighs and closes his eyes, listening to the sounds around him and hoping to ignore the constant drum beat of his the blood in his ears.
Not all of the exploration is wonderous and exciting. Some parts can be quite dangerous. Like when Voxed ends up stepping upon some sort of magic glyph and appearing in the criminal infested casino level of the Underground Mall. It reminds him of how he ended up in the Fairy Kingdom but this place was not the Fairy Kingdom. Voxed quickly discovers this place is not as peaceful as the city above. He is quickly set upon by bandits. They brandish some weapons he recognizes and others that appear alien to him. They tell him to give them his belongings and come with them.
Unfortunately for the criminals, they got too close. The sorcerer lifts off the ground, his form shifting to shining darkness. Dark purple flesh seems to spread beneath his feet as he taps into his Illithid powers. A blast of forceful psionic energy sends the criminals flying away from him. The dark flesh vanishes as the dragonborn returns to normal and draws his quarterstaff.
Roll Initiative.
WHAT: A resistant murder lizard tries to make friends
WHEN: January 24th - February 28th
WHERE: Nightwake, Beginner Apartments, and around the city center
WARNINGS: Night terrors, struggling Dark Urge scenario, and one sexy murder lizard
Restless Nights (CW/TW: Night terrors)
Voxed found his way to the accommodations provided to the new Otherworlders, as he and others are called, after leaving the Fairy Kingdom. He had been informed of these lodgings by the friendly God of Death, as hilarious as it sounds. Making his way here, he had the chance to witness and see so many new things and people. Strange carriages that could move without horses and some that could fly like Nautiloid ships but without tentacles. Large ships in the wait that were far closer to those flying Illithid ships soared overhead.
It was all dazing and bright and loud. Daylight itself encased in glass like fireflies trapped in a bottle for a child. Had he ever caught fireflies in a jar when he was young? Did he play with the bugs or was he always so craven and vicious as to hurt them? He pushes the thoughts away and continues on his journey. Finding the inn, though they call it an Apartment Building, the dragonborn found his room. Walking inside, it wasn't spacious but it would be more than enough for him. Putting his pack and quarterstaff down near the door, he would head inside.
He explored every inch of the room. The strange captured light disappearing and reappearing at the touch of a switch. The bed and its soft sheets and blanket. The way the mattress would spring back and how comfortable it felt. When was the last time he slept in a real bed? With his memories gone from before the Nautiloid, it felt like ages. Having the energy enough to slip into his camp clothes, Voxed climbed into bed to sleep.
Though sleep was ever restful. His door was ajar that night, left open during a moment of exhaustion and shortsightedness. On the bed, the dragonborn tosses and turns in his sleep. His arms raise up in front of him, swatting at something, then he twists and thrashes again. Noises escape his lips, a growl, then a whimper, followed by something murmured so quietly the words lose all form and meaning and become simply noise.
There is no restful sleep for him tonight. Perhaps the same for his neighbors as his fists and feet collide with the wall beside his bed. The sounds of tearing sheets can be heard as his scales and claws catch on them from his frantic movements. How long this will go on is a mystery, unless someone attempts to wake him. Or wait until the morning to ask just what was he dreaming about to cause such a fitful night.
A New Lizard in Town
Restful sleep is impossible for Voxed. He travels out into the city center of Nightwake to explore during his waking hours. Though he is tired and his eyes betray that, he perseveres. Several natives of the world have introduced him to coffee. In truth, it is very similar to kaeth from back in Faerun. Which is a nice sense of familiarity to have, even if it goes by another name. Morning kaeth is a necessity and thankfully it is in abundance in Nightwake and not as expensive as it was back in his world. Depending on the day, Voxed will be at a different cafe, sampling their kaeth drinks and sitting inside with a book or outside to watch the people. Such a perfect place to meet new faces.
After kaeth and food, he sets out to explore. There are so many new things to explore and experience. He is awash with curiosity and a hunger for the knowledge of what he could find. He sets out to explore the city center, a map of the city in hand with a pen to make locations of interest. His phone remains ignored and attached to the pack on his back. In truth he has no idea how to use it and has made no effort to learn how to use the strange device yet.
He will make his way to the Amberfall Library eventually. He will gladly grab books to read and a comfortable chair or chaise to sit in and devour the knowledge within. He spends hours reading books in the massive library, sometimes in the upper floors and other times down in the underground library. Occasionally he can be found zoning out, a book in his lap, and simply staring into the middle distance. He shakes free if someone interacts with him or catches his attention.
The nightclub scene will also catch Voxed's attention. Seeking out the music, the dancing, the alcohol and celebration on a nightly basis. He doesn't understand what the merriment is for or what occasion must happen every night to cause it, but it is infectious. He will sit at the bar sampling the alcoholic drinks, or can be found attempting to dance on the dance floor. Though he is unfamiliar with the dancing being done. He does catch on to why others grind against one another during these celebrations. Perhaps it is a nightly ritual to some god of debauchery or lust? Whatever the case, when in Amn, do as the Amnians do.
Dragging himself back to his lodgings from these nights of exploration, he is exhausted. He stops occasionally to sit on a bench and gaze up at the stars. None of the consultations are familiar in the slightest. Though it is hard to map them out with the lights of the city shining so brightly around him. He sighs and closes his eyes, listening to the sounds around him and hoping to ignore the constant drum beat of his the blood in his ears.
The Zhentarim by Another Name CW/TW: Violent impulses and possible lost of control
Not all of the exploration is wonderous and exciting. Some parts can be quite dangerous. Like when Voxed ends up stepping upon some sort of magic glyph and appearing in the criminal infested casino level of the Underground Mall. It reminds him of how he ended up in the Fairy Kingdom but this place was not the Fairy Kingdom. Voxed quickly discovers this place is not as peaceful as the city above. He is quickly set upon by bandits. They brandish some weapons he recognizes and others that appear alien to him. They tell him to give them his belongings and come with them.
Unfortunately for the criminals, they got too close. The sorcerer lifts off the ground, his form shifting to shining darkness. Dark purple flesh seems to spread beneath his feet as he taps into his Illithid powers. A blast of forceful psionic energy sends the criminals flying away from him. The dark flesh vanishes as the dragonborn returns to normal and draws his quarterstaff.
Roll Initiative.
nightclub naturally
Evangeline, in a suddenly appropriate dragon outfit, immediately takes a seat beside the hot lizard.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Re: nightclub naturally
"Of course. I thank you for the offer. What would you recommend on the menu?" He asks, interested to see just what she would order for them both.
Re: nightclub naturally
And she wouldn't judge either way.
Re: nightclub naturally
He turns in his seat to face her fully. "I go by Voxed. A pleasure to meet you."
Re: nightclub naturally
"For a buzz, I recommend the whiskey sour."
Re: nightclub naturally
"You certainly leave an impression so far that you are far from forgettable without a powerful intoxication to wipe the entire night from memory. If you could somehow leave such a lingering," he trails off as those fiery eyes trace her body then snap back to her face, "memory that alcohol cannot obliterate, it would be a marvelous talent to possess."
The Dark Urge does dance an image through his mind. Would she be so memorable that even his spoiled mind would remember her corpse? He blinks once and centers himself, pushing the urge away. It subsides and he looks to the barkeep.
"Two whiskey sours please. They sound just right to start the night with my new friend," his gaze returns to Evangeline with a handsome smirk on his face.
Re: nightclub naturally
The barkeep pours them their drinks, and Evangeline takes a sip of hers.