[ OPEN ] Sesso, Carcere, Sangue, o La Fama

[ombranera]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Zevran Arainai
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Brief Announcement, Sex, Jail, Blood, or Fame?
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Kestrel House
NOTES: Possible mature themes and stuff.

As of this moment I would like to announce the availability of my Kestrels for contracts. Any marks that align with the desires of the Inquisition will be given a discount, any requests from the Inquisition proper will be done Gratis. Likewise if you feel you are skilled in the art of subterfuge and murder and would wish a guild with which to align yourself we've opened our ranks.

Serious business aside- we are scattered quite a ways now, we members of the Inquisition, and the months have been quite hard, there has been much traveling, much fighting, and I am willing to bet more than a few wild nights in the past few weeks. The time has come, I think, for another Antivan Game. Sesso, Carcere, Sangue, o La Fama.

The rules are simple: you share a sultry tale of a carnal evening, a time you spent in or around a prison for whatever reason, personal injury from which you have recovered, or an incident meeting with someone famous. A musician, a composer, a member of those that saved the world during the fifth blight, the Champion- etc. I have a fine bottle of Antivan brandy that will go to the most remarkable and engaging of these tales upon your return should you be in Orlais, or in the morning after all the tales have been told. Be as elaborate or as brief as you like, and should you find any tale in particular quite entertaining and think it ought to win? Say so. I shall consider all opinions equally.

Comments

[arlathvhen]

One time, I met the famous assassin Zevran Arainai. He was quite charming and very nice, even if he has a strange fondness for making the people around him use lotions.

[ She's helping. ]

[ombranera]

Your heels are cracked and it makes me sad, Beleth. That is why.

And pandering to my vanity will absolutely work, feel free to continue.

[arlathvhen]

I've been trying shoes, but they're weird. The soles are hard.

Well, this may not be well known, but Zevran is actually an incredibly caring friend and a wise mentor. He's there when you need a shoulder to lean on, and an ear to listen to you. He's got this reputation as a fearsome assassin, and it's true that he's incredibly skilled, but. He's worth far more than just that.

[ Hope Zevran made pancakes bc here's some SAP. ]

[ombranera]

That is why one wears socks. Good ones.

[ There's a soft nonsensical muttering nearby, disconnected syllables as Lucci tries to grab for the Crystal. ]

I said my vanity, Beleth. Not my sentiment. [ Being told how pretty, how skilled, how charming he is was ever more comfortable and easier to swallow than anything kind. ]

[arlathvhen]

[ There's a moment where her breath catches, worry rising in her throat. Was that wrong? Did he not want her to say nice things--? Complimenting his kindness seemed better than his prettiness (Beleth would certainly prefer to hear the former).

But it passes. ]

...Sorry.

I think that it's really impressive, the way you dance. Like your body parts aren't even connected? That sounds--um. Weird. But like--with your hips being able to move without the rest of your body.

[ombranera]

The longer she knows him, the easier the truth might come. He does not care to be seen as so deep as others might look. For now there are soft admonishments and gentle cracklings of laughter at the change to more acceptable topics.

Ah, yes. Fluid, I think, is the word you are looking for.

[arlathvhen]

That's another thing people don't know about Zevran Arainai, he's actually liquid. I suspect lavender lotion.

[ombranera]

Clove and cinnamon hair oil. I am not near so creamy as lotion.