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>>6113574
Amaranth's literature collection is not the only thing that has been cleared out; the living quarters and laboratory are left desolate, their contents vanished. Out in the terrace garden you spy Lael's Ilythiiri apprentices - Mytyl and Tyltyl are their names - amusing themselves with wands that emit technicolor sparkles of light when waved. The duo seem to be having the time of their lives with the toys that were no doubt given to them by the previous High Sorcerer.

That leaves the art studio, the only segment of the tower that has yet to be packed away. Paintings and recently-used art supplies remained scattered about, indicating that someone was there recently. This is where the former High Sorcerer must be, you reckon, although he is not visible to you from your current position.

You are in no great hurry at the moment.
>I suppose that I will see what the children are up to. Perchance I could impart more of my wisdom to them.
>Let me see if I can find Amaranth somewhere in the art room. I have several surprises for him that he cannot wait for.

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>>6113575
Previous Adventures:
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The Rules™:
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Abilities:
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>>6113575
>Let me see if I can find Amaranth somewhere in the art room. I have several surprises for him that he cannot wait for.
Hey Ammy, uh, what's going on here...?

>>6113575
>>Let me see if I can find Amaranth somewhere in the art room. I have several surprises for him that he cannot wait for.

>>6113575
>Let me see if I can find Amaranth somewhere in the art room. I have several surprises for him that he cannot wait for.

Vote closed.

Finally going to have the chance to learn things we could have learned during the first visit.

>>6113575
Missed the vote, but was going to vote like everyone else. Nice to see the apprentices settling in.

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Content to leave the deplorable younglings to their own devices for the moment, you decide to take a leisurely stroll through the art room in search of Amaranth Cywir. Working your way around stained tarps and easels holding up half-formed concepts abandoned partway through the creative process, you happen upon a section dedicated to numerous completed paintings. Some portray the natural wonders of distant lands and even different planes of existence captured in rich detail - likely locations that he has seen firsthand that have left an impact on him. Others are more abstract; a meticulously detailed image of the night sky with an ethereal quality to it, or a picture with the elements of fire, earth, air and water interacting in perfect balance.

Although it is common for your people and the darthiir alike to dabble in many hobbies over the centuries of your lengthy lives, the skill on display here is a testament to his commitment to the craft. Though you have never admitted so openly whilst living amongst the Lolthite faithful, you have developed a deep appreciation for creative endeavors over the years. It has led you to dance, to Sune, and you suppose that it is another sign that Amaranth is your quor'vlosara, your soulmate.

There are a handful of works here that capture your attention, in that they inform of the former High Sorcerer's personal life.

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This one is titled Aerister. Your grasp of the darthiiri language is tenuous, but you suppose that it translates roughly as 'Teacher.' It portrays a darthiir magician of advanced years, his posture and gaze conveying both his incredible power and his incredible arrogance. This is what you imagined that Amaranth might be like, before you met him. The title, together with his resemblance to a certain other haughty mage, leads you to believe that this is a portrayal of Korfel Lathalas, mentor of the previous High Sorcerer and father of the current one.

The next is titled Ilanisola. The suffix '-ola' is added to a name when referring to one's daughter. Curiously, the possessive prefix 'd'' is absent, which is typically used when referring to another's daughter. Thus, the title of this work is 'My Daughter Ilanis.' It is an image of that insipidly cheerful girl, younger by several decades, in a sunny meadow. Having touched on the subject several times during your conversations with Ilanis, it comes as no surprise that Amaranth has come to view her his own daughter, though you cannot allege to comprehend such a relation. You wonder if the girl is aware of this painting's existence.

Further on is a painting titled Darach. The best translation that you can come up with after several minutes of deep thought would be 'Change Shape,' which is accomplished via some spell or another. 'Shapechange' or 'Transform' would be close equivalents in the local human language. It is a picture of an ostentatious half-breed woman who bears a striking resemblance to that fiendspawn Lael. You infer that there is likely some sort of anecdote behind this.

Mhaor is an odd word. There is no exact translation of this adjective. It describes a destructive force, something that brings death. It portrays a hooded individual tormenting agonized figures with cruel magics in an environment that resembles a cavern in the Underdark. Recalling the story that the traitor priestess told of her past, you deduce that this is Amaranth exacting his vengeance against the Ilythiiri who captured and tortured them. Rather than a display of triumphant heroism, however, the seer has elected to frame himself as the villain in this image. You get the distinct impression that you are missing some perspective here.

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>>6114547
Off to the side, slightly obscured by cloth, there is another painting, tempting you with the proposition of revealing the unknown. On impulse, you lift the veil, inspecting the image as you did the others. This one is much older than many of the works on display by decades - perhaps even centuries. It is a rustic painting made with lesser skill but a deep passion, portraying a young darthiir woman. Epitomizing sylvan beauty, she is lithe, with chestnut hair and full lips. It takes but a moment for you to realize that this is a picture of Arara, at a point in her life when she was younger than Ilanis. Shaking your head, your eyes wander downwards to the bottom of the image's frame where you spot the title:

Aestar - 'One Heart.' The best translation in the human language would be 'True Love' or mayhaps 'Marriage.'

A sudden illness overtakes you, as though some sort of baleful curse has been placed upon you by a malevolent deity. Your heart knocks against your ribs, as though eager to escape, and your stomach threatens to revolt by ejecting its contents unless pacified. You are overreacting. The age of this abominable thing is definitive proof that it is all in the past. There is simply no way that he... and she...

"Ah. Hello Sindiira. Your hair is different," says Amaranth with the slightest tinge of disappointment as he approaches from the other side of the room. Pivoting to face him, you muster your strength to put on a stoic expression, nodding toward him. "I apologize for the mess. With Lael succeeding me as the High Sorcerer, I am obliged to turn over ownership of the tower to him. I..." he pauses meaningfully, taking a pensive look at his surroundings. "... am merely packing away the remainder of my belongings before I depart. There are a few things that I believe we should discuss," he mentions vaguely. Exhaling deeply, your successfully retain your composure, looking him in the eye to address him.

You may choose no more than three.
>I want to make my feelings clear to him in detail this time. To explain to him why he is without equal in my eyes.
>It is time for me to confess. That I am not Sindiira Torani. I am Jezyrene, and I have deceived him and everyone else - for legitimate reasons.
>That painting of Arara... the two of them... are they...?
>He seems to have something that he would like to tell me. By all means, he has my undivided attention.
>I recently purchased a device, and would greatly appreciate if he could explain the mechanics of its operation to me...
>[Write-in.]

>>6114548
>He seems to have something that he would like to tell me. By all means, he has my undivided attention.
>I want to make my feelings clear to him in detail this time. To explain to him why he is without equal in my eyes.
>I recently purchased a device, and would greatly appreciate if he could explain the mechanics of its operation to me...

He can keep his secrets, as we can keep ours. If he would love and have Sindiira, Jezyrene can stay dead in the Underdark.

>>6114548
>He seems to have something that he would like to tell me. By all means, he has my undivided attention.
>I want to make my feelings clear to him in detail this time. To explain to him why he is without equal in my eyes.
>It is time for me to confess. That I am not Sindiira Torani. I am Jezyrene, and I have deceived him and everyone else - for legitimate reasons.
Confessing the truth is more important than the device. You should never begin a romantic relationship on a lie, especially when people who know and want to hurt us are sure to be coming.

>>6114548
>>He seems to have something that he would like to tell me. By all means, he has my undivided attention.
>>I want to make my feelings clear to him in detail this time. To explain to him why he is without equal in my eyes.
>>I recently purchased a device, and would greatly appreciate if he could explain the mechanics of its operation to me...

>>6114548
>It is time for me to confess. That I am not Sindiira Torani. I am Jezyrene, and I have deceived him and everyone else - for legitimate reasons.
>He seems to have something that he would like to tell me. By all means, he has my undivided attention.
>I recently purchased a device, and would greatly appreciate if he could explain the mechanics of its operation to me...

>>6114548
>It is time for me to confess. That I am not Sindiira Torani. I am Jezyrene, and I have deceived him and everyone else - for legitimate reasons.
>He seems to have something that he would like to tell me. By all means, he has my undivided attention.
>I recently purchased a device, and would greatly appreciate if he could explain the mechanics of its operation to me...

Vote closed.

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Small update. The last few weeks of voter contact have been brutal. Things are finally easing up a bit, though not much. I haven't had a chance to actually sit down and focus on writing at all lately, at least not without other distractions. I'm hoping to finish this next update by this Friday.

Regardless of any of this, I am making a commitment to definitively concluding this quest some time in late December or early January. I feel that it has gone on long enough, and that there is only so much left to be told of Jezyrene's story at this juncture. I have been kicking around ideas for other projects during my hour-long commutes as well, and would like to get to them during this lifetime.

>>6124512
Don't worry QM, we'll still wait for however long it takes.

>>6124512
What the other anon said, and I'm excited for your next quest too. Thanks for sticking with it!

>>6124512
Unrelated to the quest, but do you have any secret insight that can help me win a few bets?

>>6124512
It's all good, watching your election from across the pond, I can only imagine how brutal it has been.
I will say, don't beat yourself up about the length, I think for quite a few months a lot of the threads have been short, so I don't think the quest or story has actually dragged out or anything, it's just that real life has gotten in the way is my impression.
Though I know what it feels like to want to move on to other projects and feeling restless about that.

>>6124757
Polls are overwhelmingly answered by older generations that are in the habit of answering every call because they grew up with landlines, and taking polls has become more difficult every year as this demographic slowly ages out. I am in a region that mainly polls California, and if the results of my calls were taken at face, then one would conclude that California is a reactionary stronghold inhabited solely by people over the age of 50.

People aged 20-40 seldom answer calls or even polling texts. Who really knows what they'll do come election day?

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The support is appreciated. We will make it.

>>6125246
D day is here, how are you holding out Ed?

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"Talk, llarh," you moan, placing your hands against his chest, "Right now, I am yours alone." The magician purses his lips and glances off to the side, clearing his throat. Taking your hands in his, he removes them from his chest and squeezes them gently. "Sindiira, I don't need my seer powers to know that you are quite taken with me. Perhaps a little too taken, one could say..." he trails off, glancing over his shoulder before his attention returns to you.

"You are a rather... 'unique' individual, and you have a good heart. Suffice to say, I do enjoy your company, and I believe that I am ready to leave my challenging past behind to give someone a chance." He pauses for several seconds, pursing his lips as he searches for the correct words. A chill runs through your veins as the possible implications race through your mind. Perchance he is trying to find a way of kindly rejecting your advances? Or worse, it could be that his heart still desires the company of the darthiiri priestess that he adventured with for so long - you may have to kill her, if it comes to that.

"However, I have noticed that you do not express yourself in a particularly healthy way. I understand that you come from a Lolthite background, and that these feelings that you are experiencing must be exciting and foreign to you," he begins softly, compassion that befits him. "But it would be ideal if you took the time to acclimate to these feelings before you do something that you might regret. We have our centuries ahead of us - that is plenty enough time to adjust. And... if you could refrain from biting me ever again, I would greatly appreciate it."

>>6137230
"My ssinaeth, I do not know you as well as I would like," you begin, placing your hands on his shoulders and pulling him toward you, a gesture which catches him off-guard, "but you are like no other. You have taught me not to hate all darthiir, not only through what you have done, but through everything that you have taught the girl Ilanis. You spoke for my people on the council when even the High Captain would not. Every time that I came to you, you gave help without asking anything from me."

Gradually, your hands wander downward along his body toward his chest, an expression equal parts intrigued and reluctant manifesting on his visage as they do so. "It was Sune herself who blessed me with the rose I gave to you - who would know the heart better?" You ask, observing as your assurances steadily erode his skepticism. "The goddess smiles upon us, d'anthe. We will be good together."

Inhaling sharply, the former High Sorcerer seems to at last allow himself to be vulnerable, resting his hands on your hips. "Well," he begins, his face slightly flush, "all right, it seems you've managed to convince me that this is more than mere infatuation. From now on I am your evael'dil, just as you are my itae," he announces, spontaneously claiming your lips with his own, an act which sweeps you up in a torrent of passion. Pulling away, he clears his throat. "We should wait until Lael returns before celebrating. The children will not look after themselves, and I am hoping to square away the remainder of my belongings before his return."

>>6137231
As the love haze begins to clear from your mind, you recall that there is something else that you must share with him, this time a matter of life and death. You had elected to conceal the truth of your identity as a reasonable precaution while traveling the sunlit world, in the hope that it would delay the pursuit of your sisters, if only few a tenday. You gaze into the cyan pools that are his eyes and clear your throat. "I must tell you something, d'anthe."

You pause. He studies you quizzically, raising an eyebrow. A cue for you to continue speaking.

"I am not Sindiira Torani," you begin, anticipating an astonished or possibly even violent response that never occurs. A knot forms in your intestines as you prepare to divulge to him your name. "My name is Jezyrene Delyl, and..." you begin, reluctantly walking him through your story. How you are the daughter of a noble house, forced to flee into the Underdark and up to the surface world. You speak at great length of your formidable sisters and the threat they pose to you, stopping just short of pleading with him for acceptance.

Weighing the truth that you have presented to him, he shuts his eyes, deliberating over his next words circumspectly. Nodding, he furrows his brow, glancing off to the side. "I had suspected that you were seeking refuge in Everlund, but this still comes as a surprise. It must have been horrible for you, leaving everything behind for a world you've never known." Releasing you, he steps away, and begins pacing through the art room. "I will need some time to consider all of this and formulate a plan... and Lael and I are still researching the mythal. Then there's finding a place to stay," he states reflectively shaking his head.

"So much for retiring," he jokes bitterly.

"Stay with me, llarh," you coo, "I have the perfect place. There is a place for you and all of your things... maybe." Grinning from ear to ear, you fantasize about the prospect of living together in a mansion with such an exceptional individual. It would be just like the story of Thiala Summerbreeze, or so you would assume. He chuckles to himself, folding his arms. "Our people still share the same impulsiveness that we had ten thousand years ago, it seems. I am excited to see what you have in store for me."

>>6137233
On the subject of what you have in store for him, you eagerly take his hand, leading him through the tower and down the spiral staircase to show him the alchemist's womb. Long have you dreamt that such an opportunity would be made available to you, and now you finally have the means of fulfilling another of your long-term goals. Wordlessly, you gesture at the apparatus, expecting him to stare upon it in awe. His reaction is markedly less enthusiastic than you had hoped. Raising an eyebrow, he looks it up and down, delicately slapping his palm against the burnished surface.

"You... bought a cloning vat?" He queries, visibly perplexed.

"A... a what?" You ask, blinking.

"A cloning vat. This is laboratory equipment for a magic spell used to create a clone," he explains. You place your hands at your sides and nod cautiously, as though you comprehend what it is that he is telling you. Correctly deducing that you are puzzled, he elaborates further. This is not a device for producing a child as you had assumed. Rather, it is designed to create an exact replica of an individual using a sample of the original's flesh using some rare and powerful magic. Should the original be slain, their soul will come to inhabit the replica's body, should it be capable of doing so. The process is time-consuming, however, and there are accounts of clones awakening prematurely and believing themselves to be the original.

Original intentions aside, it is of no immediate practical use to you. In some cases, the completion of a clone could take the better part of a year. Even if you did wish to have a chance at cheating death, there is no guarantee that your 'spare' body would be complete before your sisters make an attempt on your life. Noticing your distress, Amaranth places a hand on your shoulder as a show of support. "Sindiira... Jezyrene? Talk to me." You shake your head, mustering a half-hearted smirk. The Realms are unfathomably cruel. Mayhaps you could think of something to use it for later, or resell it.

As for the moment...
>I suppose that I could remain here and assist him until he is prepared to leave. It is a chance for us to spend some time together.
>Perhaps I could borrow a book from his collection? There were quite a few that I had my eye on, during my last visit.
>This is a fine chance to give those deplorable little ones a lesson on how to be Ilythiirra.
>For the moment, I will go to inspect my new residence and ensure that everything is ready for us.
>[Write-in.]

>>6136208
"Sudden last-minute national election poll" was not on the agenda for me, but there you go. THIS TIME FOR REAL, I finally have some breathing room.

>>6137237
>This is a fine chance to give those deplorable little ones a lesson on how to be Ilythiirra.
Time to prove to Amaranth that we can learn to be a good mother. I bet we'll be even better at being one than our own mother or sister!
Also, I guess we can still ask Sune for help with our baby making issue. Like, multiple babies. All the babies.

>>6137237
>>For the moment, I will go to inspect my new residence and ensure that everything is ready for us.

>>6137237
>This is a fine chance to give those deplorable little ones a lesson on how to be Ilythiirra.
If we can't be a literal mother ;_; we can be a motherly mentor to excise these instincts.

>>6137237
>This is a fine chance to give those deplorable little ones a lesson on how to be Ilythiirra.

Vote closed.

Forgot to check the thread for a few days, and we get a whopper of a post. Amaranth is too pure for this world. This is probably the only romance in a quest I've not found cringey. Which is to say, it is good. Don't know why, but there you go.

For a moment I thought we were about to do a Boba fett/jango fett deal with making our clone our child. But this is more like a classic older editions clone spell.

Hope we find out more about that mythal research eventually, some potentially interesting stuff.

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Recognizing that you do not wish to discuss the matter further, Amaranth squeezes your shoulder and withdraws his hand, clearing his throat. "Lael should be done with the council meeting soon, though one never knows what to expect when that child is involved," he muses with a slight smirk. "I will finish up here, and then we can depart." The magician begins to ascend the staircase ahead of you, glancing at you momentarily on his way up. You are left to your own devices until it is time for you to leave for your new home.

You step out into a stony terrace which affords a view of the open sky in all directions, stretching out into the distant horizon. Knowing that there was no ceiling above you was difficult to come to terms with, but from where you now stand there are neither walls nor floors - sans the structure upon which you stand - a reality which makes you terribly nauseous. The true nature of this tower continues to elude you, but you speculate that it may be suspended in midair by some artful spellcraft. It is the sort of thing that Phaere would to tell stories of when the both of you were girls. She would doggedly insist on the existence of such wonders despite your arguments to the contrary.

The garden is concentric. Circular rows of waist-high shrubs encircle a massive fountain from which crystal waters sprout, a splendid amalgam of natural beauty and creative infrastructure. Paved paths run between the greenery up to the fountain, and through them dart the two apprentices of the new High Sorcerer. Mytyl, the vexatious scarlet-haired girl, and Tyltyl, her pathetic albino companion. Without a care in the world, they use the light wands provided to them by Amaranth to trace images in the air by the fountain. The girl can only form misshapen zig-zags and imperfect circles, whereas the boy seems to have a knack for creating more complex illustrations; crude representations of animals and the like.

"It's Sindiira!" Announces the girl gleefully as you approach.
>I must emancipate these pure souls from the tyranny of speaking the barbaric surface tongue. Fear not, little ones, today Malla Jabbress Sindiira Torani shall teach you the language of our people.
>It is time for a history lesson! Today I shall tell them the tale of Menzoberra the Kinless, the greatest priestess to ever live...
>They are at the age where they must learn how to kill if they are to survive to adulthood. A training session is in order.
>Against my better judgement, I will ask them about those wands of theirs, and how to use them.
>[Write-in.]

>>6138315
Thank you. I am glad that you are enjoying it.

>>6138627
>I must emancipate these pure souls from the tyranny of speaking the barbaric surface tongue. Fear not, little ones, today Malla Jabbress Sindiira Torani shall teach you the language of our people.

>>6138627
>Children! Try not to show your emotions too much- fine you can cling to my leg for a moment - AHEM, just because you have learned to wield a wand does not mean you can forget the other means of survival. A training session is in order

So really, same as
>They are at the age where they must learn how to kill if they are to survive to adulthood. A training session is in order.

>>6138627
>I must emancipate these pure souls from the tyranny of speaking the barbaric surface tongue. Fear not, little ones, today Malla Jabbress Sindiira Torani shall teach you the language of our people.

>>6138627
>>It is time for a history lesson! Today I shall tell them the tale of Menzoberra the Kinless, the greatest priestess to ever live...

>>6138627
>They are at the age where they must learn how to kill if they are to survive to adulthood. A training session is in order.

>>6138627
>I must emancipate these pure souls from the tyranny of speaking the barbaric surface tongue. Fear not, little ones, today Malla Jabbress Sindiira Torani shall teach you the language of our people.

Vote closed.

>>6139529
Kidnapped again by the polling staff, Greenwood? Or is it by crazed voters this time?

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Such a tragedy. These little ones are wholly unaware of the birthright that has been stolen from them. The barbaric drivel concocted by humans as a means of communication cannot compare to how integral your language is to the identity of your people. To speak Ilythiirra is to breath the air of ancient Ilythiir, fine and pure. There is no proper word for 'khaless,' for instance; 'trust' is but a pale imitation, incapable of capturing even a sliver of the meaning of a word that describes not only misplaced trust, but those rare occasions where an individual can be consistently relied upon.

"Sit," you command, shepherding them over to the fountain and directing them to seat themselves along its edge. Wearing a stern demeanor, you wordlessly demand their wands, reaching out their hands to confiscate them. They reluctantly comply, turning over their newly acquired toys to you out of some combination of deference and fear. The importance of this lesson is such that you cannot tolerate even the slightest distraction, you feel. "My name is Sindiira Torani," you begin, electing to use the name that they are already familiar with, "and I am your Malla Jabbress now."

Mytyl's hand shoots up, her inquisitive expression befitting a loathsome little beastie such as her. "What's Mama Jabrest?" She asks.

"Mal-la Jab-bress," you clarify, waggling the wands in your hand at her instructively. "It means that I am very important, and that you will listen to me. All your lives, you have been taught to speak like humans. But this is not our way, for we are the people of Ilythiir. The darthiir and their gods had tried to destroy everything that we ever were in ancient times. And they nearly did... yet our kingdom and its people are still alive, in our language."

You pause, giving both of them a once-over to ensure that you are being heard. The girl Mytyl kicks her feet idly, beaming obnoxiously whilst waiting for you to proceed. Tyltyl, by contrast, does his best to meekly conceal himself behind the girl, averting his eyes such that his gaze does not meet yours. You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh.

"Now I will help you remember who we really are."

>>6143575
Over the next several hours, you begin introducing the duo to the basics of Ilythiirra. How to greet, and how to ask, and words that are employed often in daily life. Each word is accompanied by a story or an explanation that places it in the broader framework of your culture, with the occasional quiz or practice session here and there. 'Veldrin,' for instance, is the word for 'shadows,' but also describes concealment; so perilous is life in the Underdark that the art of remaining hidden is critical to one's survival. Hence why Veldrin is such a common given name...

"Now you try. Say something to each other in our language," you state, gesturing at the girl to begin. She presses her palms against her temples, squinting at the boy. Racking her brain for an answer, she boldly attempts to speak at him. "Usstan... saph... ussta... abbil... Tyltyl!" She grins, clapping her hands ebulliently. Her pronunciation is off, though she seems to comprehend the fundamentals. Confirming that she has performed adequately with a curt nod, you gesture at the boy, prompting him to make his attempt.

Sinking into his clothing, he pathetically attempts to minimize his visibility, as though you might lose sight of him if he were to shrink enough. The girl places a hand on his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake to encourage him - you are not so patient, opting to prod him with a wand to get him talking. "Khal wun dossta belaern," he manages weakly. Mytyl claps, elated to see him succeed. Even you are impressed. Not only did the boy retain what he was taught, his pronunciation is flawless. Within his eyes shines the light of uncommon intellect and creativity, akin to Amaranth's or Phaere's. It seems that some individuals are simply destined to be powerful mages.

Satisfied with their progress thus far, you recognize that this is a splendid opportunity to impart to them another lesson in your culture. The question then, is, which one?
>I will teach them the lore of our gods. Who they are, what they do, and how to say their names.
>They must be taught about all the other peoples of the Realms. What we call them, and their relations to us.
>It is time for these vermin to learn some manners. They are to receive instruction in how to address others properly.
>A geography lesson is in order. I will teach them the names of the many places in the Underdark that I have visited in my lifetime, and describe them in detail.

>>6143138
No. Just working on the update while adjusting to my new job.

>>6143576
>They must be taught about all the other peoples of the Realms. What we call them, and their relations to us.
>”Keep in mind, however, that these are generalizations, and you will likely find exceptions in the people that you meet. We ourselves are exceptions, as we don’t follow the traditional worship of Lolth, me with Sune, and you with Eilistraee. For the darthiir, my darling Amaranth has been willing to help us to the best of his abilities, and his adoptive daughter Ilanis has been very kind and friendly, thanks to his teachings.”
>”All in all, expect many to dislike you, but keep the ones who help you close to you to protect them, so their teachings can change other minds.”

>>6143576
>It is time for these vermin to learn some manners. They are to receive instruction in how to address others properly.

>>6143636
+1, but in Jezyrene's own, rather terse and kind of racist way. "Some surface scum are okay, and some can even be khalessev lu''che!"

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>>6143636
Typing this at work, but I had a thought to give these two a slice of cake, both as a reward for learning, and as a sort of revenge on Lael by getting them hyped up on sugar, like what grandparents do before handing their grandchildren back to their children.

>>6143717
+1 to THIS, also. >:)

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>>6143636
+1

Vote closed.

Update in the new thread, then?

>>6151340
It HAS been a while now...

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>>6151342
Yes, that will be the case. It should be up later today.