Typically, typically a change of scenery and not being in the Eternal Stockades would be real nice. Except that Lydia has, unfortunately, learned rather quickly that there's a while lot different than not being stuck in a jail cell. Mostly that she's fleshy, luckily in the form she'd normally taken even as an illusion, and having the unfortunate time of realizing she has to take care of mortal needs again.
Food, water, that whole mess isn't something she's too keen on thinking about. Nor is she particularly pleased to be cut off from both her necromancy or illusion spells, even cantrips don't seem to work.
But she's having to get used to it and is huffing softly to herself as she's leaning against a wall and side-eyeing the other "new recruit", as they'd called them, who's having to listen to this "admin" drone on about the finer points of theft.
"Honey, I picked pockets and stole from people all the time as a child. I don't know why I'm even having to listen to you ramble on while you've probably only learned this in the last few years while I've had hundred of years to learn this." Her voice is absolutely dripping with sarcasm and pure annoyance along with a sickeningly sweet meaning on top of it all.
Elves.
Pokegear
While I appreciate the quaint atmosphere the cities here seem to have, I'm getting real sick of seeing some of the most boring fashion known to Faerun around here.
There has to be a good place to get something actually good, hell, I'd even take designer nonsense right about now. I cannot with this absolutely drab garbage.
While I'm thinking about it, is becoming a fleshy nonsense mortal a normal thing around here? I appreciate the thought, the whole being absolutely gorgeous thing, but I miss not having to worry about eating and drinking.
Lydia | The Adventure Zone: Balance | OTA
Typically, typically a change of scenery and not being in the Eternal Stockades would be real nice. Except that Lydia has, unfortunately, learned rather quickly that there's a while lot different than not being stuck in a jail cell. Mostly that she's fleshy, luckily in the form she'd normally taken even as an illusion, and having the unfortunate time of realizing she has to take care of mortal needs again.
Food, water, that whole mess isn't something she's too keen on thinking about. Nor is she particularly pleased to be cut off from both her necromancy or illusion spells, even cantrips don't seem to work.
But she's having to get used to it and is huffing softly to herself as she's leaning against a wall and side-eyeing the other "new recruit", as they'd called them, who's having to listen to this "admin" drone on about the finer points of theft.
"Honey, I picked pockets and stole from people all the time as a child. I don't know why I'm even having to listen to you ramble on while you've probably only learned this in the last few years while I've had hundred of years to learn this." Her voice is absolutely dripping with sarcasm and pure annoyance along with a sickeningly sweet meaning on top of it all.
Elves.
Pokegear
While I appreciate the quaint atmosphere the cities here seem to have, I'm getting real sick of seeing some of the most boring fashion known to Faerun around here.
There has to be a good place to get something actually good, hell, I'd even take designer nonsense right about now. I cannot with this absolutely drab garbage.
While I'm thinking about it, is becoming a fleshy nonsense mortal a normal thing around here? I appreciate the thought, the whole being absolutely gorgeous thing, but I miss not having to worry about eating and drinking.
Trust me, this sucks.