audience: boothill

[mygod]

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[shirtbag]

[ ? ]

Yeah?

[unconsecuted]

You will refer to me as Essek Thelyss, or not at all.

[This is the kinda arrogance you get when you are a neutral evil rich boy drow.]

[shirtbag]

[ IS HE REALLY RHAT OFFENDED

oh no. boothill's grin is devilish. ]

What? You got a problem with Blueberry? I think it's awful cute.

[unconsecuted]

[YEA!! HIS PRIDE!! He isn't angry, but there is offense. Like a bristling cat, but the cat is maybe like... idk, 4 weeks old. He can be quite scary, okay, but not in this moment.]

It's rude. I don't go around calling you Metalman, do I?

[shirtbag]

[ essek.... scruffs him ]

Nope. Y'all call me Cowboy, but I ain't got no issue with Metalman if that's your preference.

[ unlike essek he likes FUN ]

Still ain't told me what the fork a drow is.

[unconsecuted]

[Looks at your curse reporting, then looks at you deeply in the eyes............

He turns his nose up haughtily, even if the feelings behind it aren't all that terribly arrogant or mad.]

Drow are a race of people of an ancient elven ancestry who lived below ground in the Underdark. My people have long since left the underground, but our racial traits remain.

[shirtbag]

[ whoa... kisses your nose.

also... yeah, technically boothill was being racist. ]

Is floatin' one of them traits?

[unconsecuted]

[NOT THE RACISM

tries to figure out when to do this in the middle of so much chaos.]

No. My profession is wizardry. It is something I learned to do on my own through spellcraft.

[shirtbag]

[ make him a cat whenever you want anna as long as it's funny ]

I gotcha. What's the "Underdark" then? That just a fancy name for underground?

[unconsecuted]

[The space cowboy learning about the fantasy drow.]

It's a collection of subterranean caves and caverns below the surface. They say it is the absence of things which are Good. It is home to many monstrous creatures, but also several races before they came to the surface.

[shirtbag]

[ dnd au boothill is imminent... makes him a gnome ranger ]

Absence of Good, huh? [ strangely. this is not the weirdest thing in honkai star rail. ] Well, guess I don't gotta worry 'bout that much. You're a good guy, ain't ya?

[unconsecuted]

[D&D AU BOOTHILL!!!!! :PLEADING: NO NOT THAT MAKE HIM NORMAL]

Is that what you really think...?

[shirtbag]

[ makes him a sexy tiefling boyfriend for essek except his dick is retractable and springs out like a jack in the box ]

Yeah? Think I shouldn't?

[unconsecuted]

[WHAT KIND OF AU I'M LOSING MY MIND]

I think it would be a little foolish to assume such a thing. It is my job to do not very kind things.

[shirtbag]

[ furrows his brow. ]

You said your job is wizardry, ain't it? What's bad about it?

[unconsecuted]

It is not necessarily my profession that should make you wary of my true intentions.

[He does not hold this against Boothill, though, since Boothill wouldn't be able to know most drow have a form of evil alignment.

Unless they're Drizzt, or something.

The vision of an alternate reality appears then for Boothill. Essex is in a strange chamber full of several dodecahedrons. Opalescent crystals affixed by golden edges and two golden handles.

He picks one up... but then seems to think better of it and puts it back in its place on the pedestal. After glancing around thoughtfully, Essek leaves.]

[shirtbag]

[ well this is new!! ]

Wh... Hey! Where you goin'?

[ he only gets a brief glance at those crystals before he tries to follow essek?? ]

[unconsecuted]

[The way my autocorrect changed Essek to Essex. Now an English county.

The alternate Essek pauses and glances quickly back, as if worried, but then the reality fades, leaving only the current Essek in its place.]

I'm still here. You are seeing the echoes of other realities which never came to pass.

[shirtbag]

[ not my phone doing this since we started threading. shakes hands with you.

boothill stands there, blinking as the surprise wears off. ]

This another magic trick of yours? [ assigns essek as the first au sharer. he squints. ] So... ya' took that stone thing?

[unconsecuted]

[DON'T ASSIGN HIM FIRST AU SHARER AND ACCUSE HIM OF TRICKERY WOW.]

I understand it, but it is not my spellwork, no. [...] I did. I took two of them.

[shirtbag]

[ i kiss him sowwy ]

What for then? You ain't supposed to?

[unconsecuted]

...

[Boothill doesn't know it, but this is a deeply personal secret that realities just put on display in front of God(s) and everyone, so it takes him a moment to figure out what he wants to say and how he wants to say it.]

They are called Luxon beacons. We have them protected in the court of our city because they are very powerful relics. My people believe they are pieces of our deity, the Luxon. They offer those consecuted a chance to be... reborn if death occurs within the radius of the beacon.

...I do not believe their origins to be based on faith. I wanted to know more about them, but could never convince anyone to agree. So...

[He stole them.]

[shirtbag]

[ oh... ]

These are them relics you were tellin' me about weeks ago.

[ back before he died. although they're the only two in this basement, he lowers his voice. ]

You said two of 'em went missin', too. That what happened?

[unconsecuted]

[Those are them relics, yeah. Surprise.]

Those were the two that went missing.

[It's so funny and endearing that Boothill is whispering.]

...I did not have anyone who could help me research them except for a group called the Cerberus Assembly, a collective of powerful mages. They are, however... aligned with an enemy nation, the Empire.

So it effectively made me a war criminal, even if no one, currently, knows what has happened.

[shirtbag]

[ without thoughtshare or emotionshare, all boothill can do is study essek's expressions. ]

That desperate to study 'em, were ya'?