[Astarion's tone is somewhere between a put upon sigh and a longsuffering huff. His hair, a pure white that seems to lay about his head somewhere between chaos and carefully styled waves, and his complexion are exceptionally pale. Pointed ears mark him as an elf, for anyone who would have enough knowledge about the subject.
It's his posture that marks him as vaguely annoyed.] The robes are new though. And not appreciated. Dreadful. Genuinely awful.
[So he's quick to start trying to ask for help, all charm and smiles -- though quite careful not to smile too broadly, lest he show wickedly pointed teeth.] Excuse me, I was hoping you might be able to help me... more than the, ugh, proselytizing prattlers that seem to be everywhere.
[ 2. Forbidden Knowledge ]
[There's buzz about all the paper litter, and as Astarion glances around, he's not sure he's all that impressed. At best it looks like the sort of thing a wizard or some historian might be interested in.
But they are hard to miss, so he eventually lets some spark of curiosity get the better of him. The markings on the page are strained and he wrinkles his nose at it. Like he guessed, nothing worth his time, something better left to those who were better with thinking than action.
Still it is hard to simply let it go.
The first explosion is off to his left, a tree that is very suddenly speared by lightning that doesn't seem to hvae come from a cloud.]
That wasn't me!
[The second goes off to his right. A sheep that is suddenly roast mutton.]
That... might have been. [A sigh.] Waste of a good snack.
[ 3. Wildcard ]
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Astarion | Baldur's Gate 3
This is starting to feel a bit like a pattern...
[Astarion's tone is somewhere between a put upon sigh and a longsuffering huff. His hair, a pure white that seems to lay about his head somewhere between chaos and carefully styled waves, and his complexion are exceptionally pale. Pointed ears mark him as an elf, for anyone who would have enough knowledge about the subject.
It's his posture that marks him as vaguely annoyed.] The robes are new though. And not appreciated. Dreadful. Genuinely awful.
[So he's quick to start trying to ask for help, all charm and smiles -- though quite careful not to smile too broadly, lest he show wickedly pointed teeth.] Excuse me, I was hoping you might be able to help me... more than the, ugh, proselytizing prattlers that seem to be everywhere.
[ 2. Forbidden Knowledge ]
[There's buzz about all the paper litter, and as Astarion glances around, he's not sure he's all that impressed. At best it looks like the sort of thing a wizard or some historian might be interested in.
But they are hard to miss, so he eventually lets some spark of curiosity get the better of him. The markings on the page are strained and he wrinkles his nose at it. Like he guessed, nothing worth his time, something better left to those who were better with thinking than action.
Still it is hard to simply let it go.
The first explosion is off to his left, a tree that is very suddenly speared by lightning that doesn't seem to hvae come from a cloud.]
That wasn't me!
[The second goes off to his right. A sheep that is suddenly roast mutton.]
That... might have been. [A sigh.] Waste of a good snack.
[ 3. Wildcard ]
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