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ximilia2023-01-21 10:14 pm
groupiedrifter) wrote in ximilia2023-01-21 10:14 pm
[video] BACKDATED TO JAN. 19TH | un: newt
[Ah, yes, it's the half-dragon birthday boy!
He wastes no time in playing out the likely anticipated song of celebration.
This lute is getting some mileage.
It ends on a smug, contented:]
Haaaappy biiiirthday to meeeee!
That's the second birthday in a row that we're stuck on a mission. Man. But at least this birthday wasn't me stuck on a western-themed planet where we literally ran out of food to eat. That was a real freakin' bummer. [... well, it was the worst part until the townspeople turned into ash, but we don't talk about our traumas, new bloods] You guys better tell me happy birthday by the end of the day, or I'll cast a spell on you.
.... Mmmmnah, that would be too easy.
I'll just follow you around playing nothing but the happy birthday theme.
But the point of this wasn't just to shout at the rooftops that I'm 37-years-old! I spoke with the barkeep, Fribbington? What a queen, guys; I'm so jealous of her beard. Do you know how hard it is for me to get one of those? It's borderline impossible.
Ah — Right. Like, I spoke with her, and she really does not like Jun Shortaxe. Something about being sure you and him are on the same side, because it's not always that clear. But she had a lot of good things to say about Dweyre — that he was smart as a tack, helped a lot of people while in their party, best in his group at the Knights of the Seven Sisters... that after he died, nothing was ever really the same for them. I wish I could say anything else about the conversation jumped out at me... but...
Oh!
She mentioned the heirloom was some kind of scepter.
Round and royal-like, passed down through the kings. So valuable to King Zaros that he was willing to send parties after it and into deadly situations. Apparently this kind of gig, it would have set up Fribbington and the Brigade for the rest of their days as adventurers.
Unfortunately, things went really sideways. You know.
But uh! Yeah, that's all I got. I gotta admit, I've never been very good at finding the little details when it comes to things like this — maybe that's the ADHD talking. Either way, I'm almost done with the Ballard of Dweyre, so make sure you stop by the tavern and give a listen.
... Also, like. Cake. I want cake this birthday.
Someone around here has to have cake.
And I've also got an important questionnaire for everyone, by the way; no rush to finish it, it's just a little something to pass the time. Especially you new people. New people are required to fill this out.
[Anyone who knows him knows he's full of shit. But the text file comes through:]
NAME:
DATE OF BIRTH:
FAVORITE MOVIES:
FAVORITE FOODS:
FAVORITE MUSIC:
What’s your claim to fame?
How do you like to spend your free time?
What skill would you like to master?
What is your proudest accomplishment?
What is your biggest pet peeve?
What is the most useless talent you have?
If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
Are you a cat or a dog person?
Do you sing in the shower?
If you only had 5 minutes in a grocery store, what would you buy?
Which body part do you wish you could detach and why?
If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
If police arrested you with no explanation, what would your friends assume you had done?
Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
He wastes no time in playing out the likely anticipated song of celebration.
This lute is getting some mileage.
It ends on a smug, contented:]
Haaaappy biiiirthday to meeeee!
That's the second birthday in a row that we're stuck on a mission. Man. But at least this birthday wasn't me stuck on a western-themed planet where we literally ran out of food to eat. That was a real freakin' bummer. [... well, it was the worst part until the townspeople turned into ash, but we don't talk about our traumas, new bloods] You guys better tell me happy birthday by the end of the day, or I'll cast a spell on you.
.... Mmmmnah, that would be too easy.
I'll just follow you around playing nothing but the happy birthday theme.
But the point of this wasn't just to shout at the rooftops that I'm 37-years-old! I spoke with the barkeep, Fribbington? What a queen, guys; I'm so jealous of her beard. Do you know how hard it is for me to get one of those? It's borderline impossible.
Ah — Right. Like, I spoke with her, and she really does not like Jun Shortaxe. Something about being sure you and him are on the same side, because it's not always that clear. But she had a lot of good things to say about Dweyre — that he was smart as a tack, helped a lot of people while in their party, best in his group at the Knights of the Seven Sisters... that after he died, nothing was ever really the same for them. I wish I could say anything else about the conversation jumped out at me... but...
Oh!
She mentioned the heirloom was some kind of scepter.
Round and royal-like, passed down through the kings. So valuable to King Zaros that he was willing to send parties after it and into deadly situations. Apparently this kind of gig, it would have set up Fribbington and the Brigade for the rest of their days as adventurers.
Unfortunately, things went really sideways. You know.
But uh! Yeah, that's all I got. I gotta admit, I've never been very good at finding the little details when it comes to things like this — maybe that's the ADHD talking. Either way, I'm almost done with the Ballard of Dweyre, so make sure you stop by the tavern and give a listen.
... Also, like. Cake. I want cake this birthday.
Someone around here has to have cake.
And I've also got an important questionnaire for everyone, by the way; no rush to finish it, it's just a little something to pass the time. Especially you new people. New people are required to fill this out.
[Anyone who knows him knows he's full of shit. But the text file comes through:]
NAME:
DATE OF BIRTH:
FAVORITE MOVIES:
FAVORITE FOODS:
FAVORITE MUSIC:
What’s your claim to fame?
How do you like to spend your free time?
What skill would you like to master?
What is your proudest accomplishment?
What is your biggest pet peeve?
What is the most useless talent you have?
If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
Are you a cat or a dog person?
Do you sing in the shower?
If you only had 5 minutes in a grocery store, what would you buy?
Which body part do you wish you could detach and why?
If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
If police arrested you with no explanation, what would your friends assume you had done?
Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
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You see, elves may die of love. If the one we give our heart to is taken from us, we too may perish. Now, if we love another elf, it is not something we need worry of — our spirits will pass to the Halls of Mandos and there we will meet once more.
But me, who loves a man, has no such luck. His spirit, as is the Gift of Iluvatar, will pass beyond our world, to where none of us elves may follow. When he dies, he is forever lost... and so I will die, too, for my spirit is not strong enough to go on when he has breathed his last.
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you fell in love with someone and now you have to die for it?
[The metaphor he evoked earlier came back. Finn could certainly recall his first breakup -- that certainly felt like five months where he yoyoed between 'normal' and 'my life is over forever, I will never again know happiness.' But looking back on it, he kinda thought that was mostly just a side effect of being fifteen. Now that Finn was nearly at the advanced age of seventeen, the idea of dying for the great sin of loving someone just sounded profoundly unfair.]
who decided that? is it a biology thing...? we have seriously good doctors here, they might be able to fix it!
[Sorry Lúthien, the idea that maybe some things (even sad things) did not need immediate fixing is absolutely beyond his teenage brain.]
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[ she doesn't hesitate to say it — she has known it since she met beren, and has never once since tried to run away from it. ]
I'm sorry, child, but it is not something that healers can fix. I myself am one, and my ailment is such that none can help. But this is not for you to worry over. Please, let it pass.
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Okay, okay. I'm sorry. it just seems unfair, that's all...
[Letting it pass. For real this time.]
soooo you wanna try touching your tongue to your nose?
[That's better.]
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Yes, I already did! It turns out I can do it, after all.
[ today on: three-thousand-year-old elven lady tries to touch her nose with her tongue and succeeds ]