[At first, the screen only shows the ground and a pair of booted feet. A male voice seems to be muttering to itself.]
Hmm... what a curious device... out of Lantan, perhaps...?
[The viewpoint of the camera suddenly rotates dizzyingly to show... well. A middle-aged man, very dark-skinned and yellow-eyed, bald as an egg, wearing an eyepatch, what looks like a pirate hat, and copious amounts of leather.]
Ah! It works. This is for transmitting messages, is it not? If any of my men are here in this strange plane, I request you report in as soon as possible. I should hope that despite this most odd... alteration I've undergone, you would still know me.
As for any others who might be viewing this... my name is Drizzt Do'Urden and I am a stranger to this realm and to this plane. Though I am a dark elf--or I was a dark elf--I mean you no harm and only wish to travel in this realm unmolested.
[JARLAXLE WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FUCKING DO THIS.]
New Bark Town
Jarlaxle stares at the door of the cottage whose door he has just been so unceremoniously pushed out of.
"You are not my mother," he says under his breath, although he is more bemused by the last fifteen minutes than frightened just yet. Oh, he's sure the fear will set in eventually, but as of yet? Not quite.
He looks down into the orb that he had been gifted, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, partitioned red and white. There was a button in the middle. Jarlale pressed it.
A shimmer of light and--
A purple-skinned imp, eyes made of jewel, stood before the mercenary, a mischievous expression on its--his?--face.
Jarlaxle let out a bark of laughter. "Oh ho! I'm to have a companion, am I? Well met, my jewel-eyed friend. Let us see if you've any compatriots in the rest of these spheres."
The small imp did not. But as Jarlaxle soon determined, there was nothing stopping him from catching more. And so he did.
Wildcard
[OOC: hit me up with whatever you'd like. this wily old rogue loves to cause trouble.]
Jarlaxle Baenre | Legend of Drizzt | OTA
[At first, the screen only shows the ground and a pair of booted feet. A male voice seems to be muttering to itself.]
Hmm... what a curious device... out of Lantan, perhaps...?
[The viewpoint of the camera suddenly rotates dizzyingly to show... well. A middle-aged man, very dark-skinned and yellow-eyed, bald as an egg, wearing an eyepatch, what looks like a pirate hat, and copious amounts of leather.]
Ah! It works. This is for transmitting messages, is it not? If any of my men are here in this strange plane, I request you report in as soon as possible. I should hope that despite this most odd... alteration I've undergone, you would still know me.
As for any others who might be viewing this... my name is Drizzt Do'Urden and I am a stranger to this realm and to this plane. Though I am a dark elf--or I was a dark elf--I mean you no harm and only wish to travel in this realm unmolested.
[JARLAXLE WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FUCKING DO THIS.]
New Bark Town
Jarlaxle stares at the door of the cottage whose door he has just been so unceremoniously pushed out of.
"You are not my mother," he says under his breath, although he is more bemused by the last fifteen minutes than frightened just yet. Oh, he's sure the fear will set in eventually, but as of yet? Not quite.
He looks down into the orb that he had been gifted, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, partitioned red and white. There was a button in the middle. Jarlale pressed it.
A shimmer of light and--
A purple-skinned imp, eyes made of jewel, stood before the mercenary, a mischievous expression on its--his?--face.
Jarlaxle let out a bark of laughter. "Oh ho! I'm to have a companion, am I? Well met, my jewel-eyed friend. Let us see if you've any compatriots in the rest of these spheres."
The small imp did not. But as Jarlaxle soon determined, there was nothing stopping him from catching more. And so he did.
Wildcard
[OOC: hit me up with whatever you'd like. this wily old rogue loves to cause trouble.]