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Re: Trapped in the Underdark - In Character
Dasyra
Ice Fortress
Tag: All
"Pardon me, mistress," Dasyra spoke up, willing to let the necromancer and lich go first and initiate the conversation. They both were obviously more comfortable conversing with and about the undead than she was, and the ranger decided that she'd better start getting used to the idea herself.
"You mentioned that you served something called Evening Glory. Who or what is that? What sort of master wills for intelligent and attractive undead to serve it? And who would dictate the uplifting or destruction of the mindless undead? I have thought that mindless servitude was the goal of all undead lords, before I heard of you and Sylvie and Lyra here. I have fought back blights in the surface woodlands. If I am to aid you, I would like to know more about your goals... that is... if you don't mind sharing them."
If and when Ventus gave her more information on the goddess of undying love, Dasyra would noticeably brighten. The idea of a non-evil deity of undeath who safeguarded a noble idea of love was a genuine revelation to the ranger.
"I see... then if that is the case, my name is Dasyra, and I would be happy to learn more about the goddess, in the course of my duties to you, Mistress Ventus."
The beautiful deathknight had so far been cordial, polite, and somewhat cute in the way she was so obviously giddy with 'owning' the clutch of attractive and unique slaves. Despite the ominous threat of undeath, things did not seem so bad as they had been before at the auction, and Dasyra was somewhat calmed. Perhaps she could find a peaceful way out of this mess, and she was hopeful that at the very least, her interest in Evening Glory would please Ventus.
Dasyra
Ice Fortress
Tag: All
"Pardon me, mistress," Dasyra spoke up, willing to let the necromancer and lich go first and initiate the conversation. They both were obviously more comfortable conversing with and about the undead than she was, and the ranger decided that she'd better start getting used to the idea herself.
"You mentioned that you served something called Evening Glory. Who or what is that? What sort of master wills for intelligent and attractive undead to serve it? And who would dictate the uplifting or destruction of the mindless undead? I have thought that mindless servitude was the goal of all undead lords, before I heard of you and Sylvie and Lyra here. I have fought back blights in the surface woodlands. If I am to aid you, I would like to know more about your goals... that is... if you don't mind sharing them."
If and when Ventus gave her more information on the goddess of undying love, Dasyra would noticeably brighten. The idea of a non-evil deity of undeath who safeguarded a noble idea of love was a genuine revelation to the ranger.
"I see... then if that is the case, my name is Dasyra, and I would be happy to learn more about the goddess, in the course of my duties to you, Mistress Ventus."
The beautiful deathknight had so far been cordial, polite, and somewhat cute in the way she was so obviously giddy with 'owning' the clutch of attractive and unique slaves. Despite the ominous threat of undeath, things did not seem so bad as they had been before at the auction, and Dasyra was somewhat calmed. Perhaps she could find a peaceful way out of this mess, and she was hopeful that at the very least, her interest in Evening Glory would please Ventus.