Netherese magic. Of what exact form or kind, I'm not entirely certain as of yet - I would need access to research, works and tomes that are vanishingly rare. But it was sealed long ago in that book, likely because they could not destroy it. It was hardly as simply as just turning the cover, such things are enchanted in a myriad of layers of arcane locks and ensealments specifically to keep them closed and yet.
[ he kept opening them. he taps his chest where the mark is. ]
It consumes magic. If I am not able to sate it with a magical item brimming with enough Weave to slack its hunger, it begins next to consume my magic, and then, my vital self. Necrotizing parts of me and my spirit. It is impossible to fully satiate, though I was granted a charm as of late that abates the worst of it.
[ he goes ow though entirely out of habit and not because it actually hurts. ]
Once it has nothing to consume, either through my death or because I chose to trigger the events it will destabilize. I have no access to my magic here, so there will be no self-inflicted ... erm, letting go, so to speak.
I think the warning is important. It will explode - violently. Please know if I die, you must either resurrect me or discard of the body within three or so days, or it may prevent a danger to everyone present.
[ as in. he is already dead. demise, past tense. ]
Of course it is. But I don't-- [ hrm. ] I don't see much point in acting as I do otherwise. Crawling into bed and never emerging again wouldn't be helpful, would it?
[ if anything he's too bi. get back in the closet partway. ]
I tried that tactic already. Locking myself away and awaiting the end until I could not wait any longer. I planned for a very long time that I would research what I could, then upon the moment I was no longer able to fend it off I would strike out for the Underdark and find an unpopulated corner in which to ... assure the blast would harm no one. I left my tower, I left Tara and my Mother with no word on where I was going, and then barely the moment I stepped outside my door I was kidnapped by illithids.
Then upon my second attempt, this time following the directive of Mystra and using the orb to try to destroy the Absolute, I found myself here. Reconstituted and orb intact. I suppose if that is not a sign at least a part of me wants to fight to live, then I do not know what is.
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A somewhat humiliating run-down of my life's events until a few months ago, overall.
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[ she takes another bite of the food, like she's trying to get a few seconds to think. ]
What was that coming out of the book?
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[ he kept opening them. he taps his chest where the mark is. ]
It consumes magic. If I am not able to sate it with a magical item brimming with enough Weave to slack its hunger, it begins next to consume my magic, and then, my vital self. Necrotizing parts of me and my spirit. It is impossible to fully satiate, though I was granted a charm as of late that abates the worst of it.
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[ that's all she says for a moment before she just reaches over towards him and gently pokes that same spot. ]
And what will be left of you once it finishes?
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Once it has nothing to consume, either through my death or because I chose to trigger the events it will destabilize. I have no access to my magic here, so there will be no self-inflicted ... erm, letting go, so to speak.
I think the warning is important. It will explode - violently. Please know if I die, you must either resurrect me or discard of the body within three or so days, or it may prevent a danger to everyone present.
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but also NOT THE BODY BOMB why are the baldurs so worrisome ]
You're very calm about talking about your upcoming demise, Gale.
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You can remove the word upcoming.
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[ sowwy!! ]
... isn't it scary?
[ the icon doesn't match this last part but i'm not changing it ]
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[ as in. he is already dead. demise, past tense. ]
Of course it is. But I don't-- [ hrm. ] I don't see much point in acting as I do otherwise. Crawling into bed and never emerging again wouldn't be helpful, would it?
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[ of the bed. not the closet. ]
But what about when you're alone?
cw: description of suicide
I tried that tactic already. Locking myself away and awaiting the end until I could not wait any longer. I planned for a very long time that I would research what I could, then upon the moment I was no longer able to fend it off I would strike out for the Underdark and find an unpopulated corner in which to ... assure the blast would harm no one. I left my tower, I left Tara and my Mother with no word on where I was going, and then barely the moment I stepped outside my door I was kidnapped by illithids.
Then upon my second attempt, this time following the directive of Mystra and using the orb to try to destroy the Absolute, I found myself here. Reconstituted and orb intact. I suppose if that is not a sign at least a part of me wants to fight to live, then I do not know what is.
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but she listens to the story. ]
Even if it's not a sign, there's nothing to stop you from seeing it as one. Even the littlest of things can be enough to make one keep trying.