I. The Tavern [One moment, Astarion is trancing at camp, trying to rest and prepare himself for the following day where he and his companions planned on entering his master's--Cazador's palace, and the next he's waking up as if from a slumber in an unfamiliar tavern. He has slept, or "slept", in most if not all the taverns, inns and brothels of Baldur's Gate in his 200 years of luring "prey" back to Cazador, so when he doesn't recognize the decor, even as sparse as it is, that is somewhat unusual and worrisome.
He creeps out of the room, keeping himself out of view to eavesdrop at first. Was this a regular tavern? Would the other residents, unawares he was listening, be speaking in tongues or the maddening language of the fey? Anything to give him a hunt about what has happened. However, all he gleans is that the guests are in the same boat as him, so he eventually joins them down in the public area. He remains on guard, but turns on his usual defense: gregarious, bar-goer charm.
First, he takes the drink offered him by the keeper, and the look of that being doesn't make him any less suspicious this isn't some fey trickery, but he doesn't get much more information from him.
He isn't trusting a drink given to him by someone that looks like that lest he winds up the captor of the fey for 100 years, so instead he idles at the bar, catching the eye of whomever passes him first, giving them an inviting smile and gesturing kindly to the empty stool beside him.]
I'm afraid I don't drink, but they gave me this anyway. Would you like to have it? The barkeep called it a Spot of Courage. Sounds bracing for this situation we're in, hm?
[He wasn't told that the drink would have any sort of magical property, but he's using you as a guinea pig nonetheless.]
II. The City in the Clouds [Like everyone else, he is drawn to the portals, and the one that calls to him the strongest belongs to the city in the skies. Stepping through, he is immediately agog by the cityscape before him. He has been to many impressive places, but nothing quite on the scale of this.
A memory comes to him, the droning voice of Gale trying to educate him on their world's magical history. Astarion had been, of course, dutifully ignoring him, but some information couldn't help but to leak in.
He glances over, finding another person that seemed to be in the same boat as him, judging from how they were looking at the world with unfamiliarity, too. He approaches, tapping them lightly on the shoulder.]
Excuse me, do you know if this is a Netherese enclave?
[Hopefully, the stranger had had more luck sussing out information than he had before finding the portal.]
III. Quests [Still being quite unfamiliar with the laws of the land, he isn't too keen to make his money from stealing and pickpocketing just yet. A little here or there, sure, but he didn't know if this place subscribed to the draconian crime reform theory of an eye for an eye, (or a hand for stolen goods, in his case), so he ought to keep it to a minimum for now.
He was pointed toward the questboards as a means to make extra gold, or Bones, as they called it, so here he was, studying what was posted.
Any of the quests listed under Sylph seemed more than doable, but some sounded like he would need at least one other person to join him. There may be a way to reach out to other people to see if anyone would like to join, but he gets a bit distracted when he discovers the, what he can only call, sex quests.
He chuckles giddily at what's listed, deeply tickled, and as someone steps up to the board alongside him, he'll look at them with gleaming eyes and toothy smirk as he taps at those particular postings.]
Do you believe this? Do you think this is true, or have we found ourselves in a world full of perverts and voyeurs?
((OOC: This prompt can lead to them doing a quest! Preferred not NSFW for now unless we've discussed something beforehand.))
IV. Wildcard ((OOC: Feel free to reach out to discuss anything, including a unique starter! Also feel free to post your own unique starter. PM me or mundofine!
Astarion Ancunin | Baldur's Gate 3
[One moment, Astarion is trancing at camp, trying to rest and prepare himself for the following day where he and his companions planned on entering his master's--Cazador's palace, and the next he's waking up as if from a slumber in an unfamiliar tavern. He has slept, or "slept", in most if not all the taverns, inns and brothels of Baldur's Gate in his 200 years of luring "prey" back to Cazador, so when he doesn't recognize the decor, even as sparse as it is, that is somewhat unusual and worrisome.
He creeps out of the room, keeping himself out of view to eavesdrop at first. Was this a regular tavern? Would the other residents, unawares he was listening, be speaking in tongues or the maddening language of the fey? Anything to give him a hunt about what has happened. However, all he gleans is that the guests are in the same boat as him, so he eventually joins them down in the public area. He remains on guard, but turns on his usual defense: gregarious, bar-goer charm.
First, he takes the drink offered him by the keeper, and the look of that being doesn't make him any less suspicious this isn't some fey trickery, but he doesn't get much more information from him.
He isn't trusting a drink given to him by someone that looks like that lest he winds up the captor of the fey for 100 years, so instead he idles at the bar, catching the eye of whomever passes him first, giving them an inviting smile and gesturing kindly to the empty stool beside him.]
I'm afraid I don't drink, but they gave me this anyway. Would you like to have it? The barkeep called it a Spot of Courage. Sounds bracing for this situation we're in, hm?
[He wasn't told that the drink would have any sort of magical property, but he's using you as a guinea pig nonetheless.]
II. The City in the Clouds
[Like everyone else, he is drawn to the portals, and the one that calls to him the strongest belongs to the city in the skies. Stepping through, he is immediately agog by the cityscape before him. He has been to many impressive places, but nothing quite on the scale of this.
A memory comes to him, the droning voice of Gale trying to educate him on their world's magical history. Astarion had been, of course, dutifully ignoring him, but some information couldn't help but to leak in.
He glances over, finding another person that seemed to be in the same boat as him, judging from how they were looking at the world with unfamiliarity, too. He approaches, tapping them lightly on the shoulder.]
Excuse me, do you know if this is a Netherese enclave?
[Hopefully, the stranger had had more luck sussing out information than he had before finding the portal.]
III. Quests
[Still being quite unfamiliar with the laws of the land, he isn't too keen to make his money from stealing and pickpocketing just yet. A little here or there, sure, but he didn't know if this place subscribed to the draconian crime reform theory of an eye for an eye, (or a hand for stolen goods, in his case), so he ought to keep it to a minimum for now.
He was pointed toward the questboards as a means to make extra gold, or Bones, as they called it, so here he was, studying what was posted.
Any of the quests listed under Sylph seemed more than doable, but some sounded like he would need at least one other person to join him. There may be a way to reach out to other people to see if anyone would like to join, but he gets a bit distracted when he discovers the, what he can only call, sex quests.
He chuckles giddily at what's listed, deeply tickled, and as someone steps up to the board alongside him, he'll look at them with gleaming eyes and toothy smirk as he taps at those particular postings.]
Do you believe this? Do you think this is true, or have we found ourselves in a world full of perverts and voyeurs?
((OOC: This prompt can lead to them doing a quest! Preferred not NSFW for now unless we've discussed something beforehand.))
IV. Wildcard
((OOC: Feel free to reach out to discuss anything, including a unique starter! Also feel free to post your own unique starter. PM me or