dear_mun | Mun is making him play nice in his campaign

Aw, what's that big mean mun trying to make you do squidface?

[Forcing him to talk to people who call him squidface for starters.]

Rescue someone. An elf.

I care not for their plight, and it would be easier to just leave them to their fate.

Aw, that's so sweet of you though!

I mean...you don't care at all but that doesn't mean that the ACT of saving an elf isn't sweet all the same.

I mean sure you're being forced into it against your will...

...it's sweet.

[Because she said so]

Sweet is not a descriptor I want applied to me.

And it will take quite some time and I will probably be captured. Actually, I know I will be.

[Mun is making him do it anyway. And it will be sweet.]

Good luck with that.

What's wrong with being sweet? Some of my favorite things in the world are sweet!

.Aw if you're as smart as you think you are being captured is no big deal.

Luck is a human concept and would be useless here. The barriers between me and this ... mundane person are stronger than what I've encountered in the past.

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That would be another valid reason I don't want to be called that.

[All he needs is another bubbly, happy person following him around telling him everything's gonna be okay, never shutting up, calling him squishy and treating him like a human.]

Intelligence will not help me when I'm dead.

Perhaps it is, but it is quite the useful one. For ones that do not possess the means to alter reality, luck is an axiom which recognizes that one is not in control of their present circumstances and wishes to impart fortuitous events upon the other.

If that offends, I may withdraw the gesture at no cost to myself. But, as offering it and your acceptance of it costs nothing of either of us, I decided that it would not be a rude gesture in light of your present circumstances.

Would you wish for me to retrieve it? Or do you believe you may reclaim your will from the bonds which now encompass your present existence?

Turnabout is fair play, Illithid.

What is your mundane forcing you to do, anyway?

[He's going to ignore that tone for now. Especially since he isn't being called squishy, squidface, or tentacles.]

A rescue mission that has minimal chances of success. For some elf that's of little importance.

[If by little importance he means the rogue that's saved his life a billion times.]

The means to alter reality should only be available to those who deserve to wield it.

[He means Illithids. He pauses, tentacles unconsciously curling and unfurling as he thinks.]

No. I will accept this gesture of luck. I am in no position to turn down anything which might change the predicament I have found myself in.

Good.

I understand your ambivalence to the gesture. Truth be told I had not considered social bonds to be necessary or even beneficial until I found myself in this state. While I will not sully your time with the details, I will state that this lack of ability has forced beings such as mundanes the means to facilitate an ability that can achieve more than even what their collective abilities are capable.

You'd do well to consider this in any acts that seek to antagonize them as a collective.

Of course, those of our kind would never consider this a possibility, as such delusions of connection only serves to diminish our defenses towards the other. Perhaps their own weakness allows for a connection that we would ordinarily lack due to our own competitiveness and power.

Yes, it's a great power they wield, though I do not think they have the ability to fathom the repercussions of such power. Which is for the best, least they grow to think of themselves as equals.

You speak as though their humanity is a strength and not a pathetic weakness.

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Weakness? Perhaps. Pathetic? Now, you disappoint me. But that is a typical response and completely unimportant to the present conversation.

Their present state is simply difference. The notion of power is ours to make a determination, but I choose the word difference to acknowledge that there may be more there than we may be lead to believe. After all, there are champions among their order, and I am not proud enough to be blind to the few that have challenged even those of our kind.

In this way I will not fall myself surprised when I hear of a greater being fall to them. I will also freely admit that for many of their number this is giving them greater consideration than they are owed.

I myself find their very existence curious. Among many other curiosities, the fact that they continue to persist despite the frailty of their very being.

You need not choose to share in this line of thought. I have become accustomed to my singularity on this point.

Quantity is sometimes an adequate substitute for quality. And yes, there are those among them who posses unusual perseverance that allow them to achieve what would otherwise be impossible to the majority of them.

The scope of their being is not just frailness, but time. Perhaps if their lifespan was more than a few dozen decades they would achieve more, or be worthy of such.

I will admit that there have been those who have surprised me. As much as is possible. But I cannot help but detest them as a whole.

I will not choose to dissuade you from that line of thought as well.

If you are feeling generous, I would like to hear of your engagements with them. Perhaps starting with the events that have you as... huffy... as you are.

[Their creative use of words was actually one of the things she liked about humans. She could say things that conveyed not only information, but intent, tone, mockery, and playfulness.]

[Something he is only just starting to understand, having not spent time with them before. Well, not in a capacity where they were able to communicate anyway.]

Huffy?

[He's not familiar with that one.]

The event in question is that this mundane person is putting me in situations against my choosing, and forcing me to act in ways that go against my nature.

[She had some trouble, but as her realm presided over sound, establishing proficiency of linguistics was a bit easier for her to grasp. Idioms still gave her some trouble, though...]

Informative but lacking description. I could intuit that much by your declaration to your player.

What ways are you being forced to act?

[Silence for a while as he decides how much to tell. The last thing he wants to do is admit that he's lost most of his power when his city fell.]

I was travelling back to my city when I was caught with some other ... adventurers they called themselves. I have been trapped with them ever since. Though they are heading in generally the direction I was going in the first place so they have some use. Shooting everything that moves certainly makes the journey easier for myself. Perhaps they will prove even more useful eventually. As a snack when I reach my destination.

What I was initially complaining to this mundane about is that one of them has been taken prisoner, and apparently I am to embark on a rescue which is doomed to failure.

Leaving them to their fate would be easier all around, and I care not what happens to them anyway.

Doomed to failure?

[Were Imbros a human, she would casually dismiss that comment to simple pessimism or apprehension. But no, he was one of her kind. He was an old one or a descendant of one. She stopped a moment to consider these implications. Either he felt that the task itself was doomed to failure and the prisoner is in a much more dour situation that the attempt would doom them... but no, that would not make sense. He had already admitted that the prisoner was of no consequence. Yet not only was the person of no consequence, the endeavor was doomed to failure. To admit to that would mean...]

Are you to admit that you are incapable of success?

[Not that there was any problem with that. Indeed, there were many beings that would be neither smart nor brave to engage. Yet... she decided to press on this point.]

When your mortal acquaintances are going to make the attempt? Indifference I can understand, but that statement implies--oh, dare I even say it--fear.

[That word echoes in dark reverb. Melodramatic, to be sure, but she wanted to have a little fun.]

The situation is .. complex.

And they will attempt to rescue one of their own no matter the consequences. I'm told that's some form of compassion, to die for no purpose. It reeks of stupidity and lack of understanding.

No, I would not be successful in this. I am not prideful enough to think I can accomplish everything. Especially given that this is a trap. Why capture someone instead of simply killing them if not to lure the rest of them there. They either want something that the others posses, which they will take and then kill them, or are seeking to torture them for information.

Neither are fates I desire for myself. But fear would be an overstatement.

[She frowns. His reaction wasn't nearly as fun as she was hoping it would be.]

[She chirps as she thinks this time. The air itself responds in kind. Having mastery over sound means that whenever you want to hear something the option is always available to you.]

[She had a better idea of the situation he was commenting on. She had seen these type of traps before. Made them too, a lifetime ago.]

I think I understand. [She was sincere in her words. There is little to be gained when death is ultimately the final consequence of the action.]

Though I do find myself wondering what sort of snare could be made to give you pause.

[That alone was worthy of consideration. After all, if it was enough to prevent him from making the attempt, then someone could use the same tactic on her as well.]

The problem is two-fold. To begin: where they are being held is protected with magical wards. That is of no importance to me, but my presence is known to the captors, therefore they've redoubled their effort not only of the arcane but of psionic as well. However; some paltry preparations to diminish my power would only be a minor inconvenience, should I want to engage in this rescue.

That leaves the more pressing issue.

[He steeples his fingers.]

They posses an ancient artifact that I thought had been long destroyed. A circlet, imbued with Eldrich power. It will destroy whoever wields it, but humans seem fond of self-sacrifice so I have no doubt someone will attempt it.

And that will ensure my capture, and eventual death.

[Her brows, were to she to have them, raise. As it stand this is more like the moving of muscles above her eyes but the end result is more or less the same. A high whistle passes from her lips... mouth... bah, squid biology is weird.]

Interesting. Interesting.

What manner of power does the circlet possess? Does it endow the wielder, or does it provide a means of restraint?

Mun is making him play nice in his campaign

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don't mind the D&Desque AU chiming in...

The more the merrier!

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