I decided to get it out tonight and stay up a bit, but now my sleep will be ruined and I hate you all for it. Good night.
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"The carnival goes round and round, The multiverse is our playground. Nothing's free and nothing's lost. Every visit has its cost."
Her voice came out as a clear, if soft-spoken, declaration. Irregardless of the rest of the group's remembrance or knowledge of that phrasing it held significance to Zavakri herself. She stared at the ticket-goblin with slightly widened eyes, the showcased 'free' items of wary interest to her. He was genuine, that much was certain to her, but whosoever had purchased these items had been waiting for her.
No. Her mind clarified that detail swiftly, her eyes settling on those around her. They'd been waiting for them.
"I will take the ticket." She says at last. "But I need to buy one for my sister." She elaborates, reaching into her cloak to produce her gold pouch to pay for the extra ticket should it be affordable. "As for the wings..."
She sighed, staring at them with softer eyes.
"Purple for me, lest someone else has a preference for it. I never could decide between red or blue as a gel, and so my mum told me to stop bickering over it and just wear purple. Something lucky about purple for me, I feel-- Er, right, I'll just settle for the pink then."
And with that she removed her cloak, folding it away slowly and neatly until it was a concise square which could fit within her traveling bag. This left her new, but comfortable, traveler's clothes apparent to all- she was decidedly middle class, but practically minded- and the crossbow she carried strapped to her side also quite obvious. No longer laden by the cloak, she knelt down and began to fasten the butterfly wings onto herself.
"When in Neverwinter, do as they do, eh? Jolly good." She was mostly talking to herself at this point.
Her voice came out as a clear, if soft-spoken, declaration. Irregardless of the rest of the group's remembrance or knowledge of that phrasing it held significance to Zavakri herself. She stared at the ticket-goblin with slightly widened eyes, the showcased 'free' items of wary interest to her. He was genuine, that much was certain to her, but whosoever had purchased these items had been waiting for her.
No. Her mind clarified that detail swiftly, her eyes settling on those around her. They'd been waiting for them.
"I will take the ticket." She says at last. "But I need to buy one for my sister." She elaborates, reaching into her cloak to produce her gold pouch to pay for the extra ticket should it be affordable. "As for the wings..."
She sighed, staring at them with softer eyes.
"Purple for me, lest someone else has a preference for it. I never could decide between red or blue as a gel, and so my mum told me to stop bickering over it and just wear purple. Something lucky about purple for me, I feel-- Er, right, I'll just settle for the pink then."
And with that she removed her cloak, folding it away slowly and neatly until it was a concise square which could fit within her traveling bag. This left her new, but comfortable, traveler's clothes apparent to all- she was decidedly middle class, but practically minded- and the crossbow she carried strapped to her side also quite obvious. No longer laden by the cloak, she knelt down and began to fasten the butterfly wings onto herself.
"When in Neverwinter, do as they do, eh? Jolly good." She was mostly talking to herself at this point.
because she's ALREADY afraid of EVERYTHING HERE.
I shall roll all sorts of INSIGHT upon this, on the other hand.
It will now forever be my headcannon that people from Amn drive like maniacs.
@Dark Cloud WAAAAGH indeed.
Everyone's jealous of the BOOYAGH POWER. it's a natural reaction to seeing a sorcerer; hatred and envy in equal counts.
The trip here had cost a pretty penny. Mostly because she insisted on the fastest form of travel within her wealth bracket, and insisted that it go a bit faster than it was intended to go and used money as the incentive to drive such desired speeds from the carriage driver, and that said carriage drive was in fact from Amn and they have different expectations to 'go fast' with different expectations to 'added incentives' than most people of Baldur's Gate have.
She arrived in record time, only to find herself argued into a much more destitute place than she was accustomed to being these days. Well, at least she had her wits about her.
Taking that first deep breath of a fresh day's start, she watched as the carriage raced away at a breakneck pace. Soon it faded into a cloud of dust in the distance. She turned, and that first deep breath of a fresh day's start soured into a shuddering sigh of abject horror. The Carnival stood before her. It positively loomed, to her senses. The cheerful and inviting music thundered. The laughter was filled with a forlorn danger. The hints and temptations of spectacle were false masks obscuring the horrible visages of death and kidnap beneath. And there, before her, was the ticket booth. The gates to the Abyss itself. She lifted her hands to her mouth and breathed into a cup of her hands, frantically consuming and recycling her oxygen in this space for a few brief moments.
Then she threw her hands out and clapped them together in a resounding slapping noise. There was a queue forming. That was nice. Queues made sense. They were logical. They were a good thing. A bit of Order in this paradise of Chaos-
Her eyes widened in absolute horror as she witnessed the disruption of this utterly wondrous facet of organized existence. Some strange short gnome had barreled into it and sent the wondrousness into cattywampus turmoil. She slowly approached the line in slow and lilting steps. Each one was shorter than the last, whereas to her eyes the distance between her and the ticket booth seemed only to grow with each step...
Until finally she shuffled into the back of the line. Breathing a bit ragged, mind you, but she did arrive in tact. That was something to be proud of. Oh, also, there was a bugbear over there. That was almost calming, really. You knew where you stood with a bugbear. Usually it was as far away as possible, but at a time like this you learned to accept the familiar when faced with the sheer incomprehensibility of the Carnival. This meant that she was staring for a few long moments.
She soon ended this socially rude act, and focused ahead. Counting down to her arrival at the ticket booth quietly under her breath...
"...Let X equal my position...Queue length equals Y...Gait length...Transaction duration...Anticipated arrival..."
She arrived in record time, only to find herself argued into a much more destitute place than she was accustomed to being these days. Well, at least she had her wits about her.
Taking that first deep breath of a fresh day's start, she watched as the carriage raced away at a breakneck pace. Soon it faded into a cloud of dust in the distance. She turned, and that first deep breath of a fresh day's start soured into a shuddering sigh of abject horror. The Carnival stood before her. It positively loomed, to her senses. The cheerful and inviting music thundered. The laughter was filled with a forlorn danger. The hints and temptations of spectacle were false masks obscuring the horrible visages of death and kidnap beneath. And there, before her, was the ticket booth. The gates to the Abyss itself. She lifted her hands to her mouth and breathed into a cup of her hands, frantically consuming and recycling her oxygen in this space for a few brief moments.
Then she threw her hands out and clapped them together in a resounding slapping noise. There was a queue forming. That was nice. Queues made sense. They were logical. They were a good thing. A bit of Order in this paradise of Chaos-
Her eyes widened in absolute horror as she witnessed the disruption of this utterly wondrous facet of organized existence. Some strange short gnome had barreled into it and sent the wondrousness into cattywampus turmoil. She slowly approached the line in slow and lilting steps. Each one was shorter than the last, whereas to her eyes the distance between her and the ticket booth seemed only to grow with each step...
Until finally she shuffled into the back of the line. Breathing a bit ragged, mind you, but she did arrive in tact. That was something to be proud of. Oh, also, there was a bugbear over there. That was almost calming, really. You knew where you stood with a bugbear. Usually it was as far away as possible, but at a time like this you learned to accept the familiar when faced with the sheer incomprehensibility of the Carnival. This meant that she was staring for a few long moments.
She soon ended this socially rude act, and focused ahead. Counting down to her arrival at the ticket booth quietly under her breath...
"...Let X equal my position...Queue length equals Y...Gait length...Transaction duration...Anticipated arrival..."
Lmao a wizard who has no clue what they’re doing and a sorceress whose magic comes from explicit orderly knowledge. Why are we like this
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