"Nope," he says to both questions. "And not everyone can make fire by magic. Plus, the wood's wet from the rainforest. They chose the wrong wood and don't have a stockpile of dried branches."
"Even I know you need fuel you can burn," he grouses. "If we used magic to
help this process along at camp, it was more often to dry the wood than to
create the spark."
"Hm. Look at you, getting dirty in the dirt," he teases. One of the fires start to catch and burns through the rope above it. Two more ropes to burn and that team will win.
"And now they're going to out more wood on it and smother it because they're idiots."
"I hated every moment of it, I assure you," Astarion says. "Damned near
four months trekking across the Sword Coast and I was in a leaking tent for
three of them - oh, you were right."
"We were back in the Gate by then. Finally able to bargain for a roof over
our heads - the rooms above a tavern in the Lower City. Not the most
restful of locations, but at least I didn't have to worry about a bear
bumbling into my tent."
"I don't really know. Glamorous camping. Not a leaky tent, but a comfortable uh...yurt? Big tent with all the amenities inside. Big bed, comfortable shit. Electricity with air and heat."
The kind of shit Jacob despises, but he's willing to make this exception.
"Yeah. Making a fire the right way. Sitting in a tree all day. But I wouldn't mind an actual bed. Camping in a leaky tent is fun, but not when you're in the comfortable bed."
"I'm much better company when I haven't thrown my back out by resting on
the cold earth," Astarion teases, kissing his cheek. "I'd tempt you down
from any tree you vanished into, darling."
"I don't know a single healing spell," he protests. "What I did was ask
the cleric in our party to fix it on my behalf, at which point she'd sniff
at me about having to save her magic for the heat of battle."
More likely he'd chug a healing potion instead of bothering her at all, but
that's not as fun to talk about.
"Shadowheart," he says. "...I know. Awful name. She chose it for herself
when she was too young to know better, I believe. Though her goddess was
equally preoccupied with the dark and bleak."
"Indeed. Though she wasn't useless in a fight, either - perfectly capable
of smiting monsters when the occasion called for it. The gifts of a
cleric's object of devotion can be quite diverse."
"Ah, well. Lae'zel and Karlach were our heavy hitters, you'd say. They
would be in the melee with a broadsword or battleaxe, holding our enemies'
attention and taking the brunt of their attacks. Wyll is a warlock - given
magical power through a deal with a devil. Jaheira and Halsin are druids.
They get their magic from talking to trees or whatever it is they do, but
their most interesting talent is Wild Shape - being able to transform into
a variety of creatures."
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Date: 2024-10-01 01:49 pm (UTC)"It's why I lead the way I do. If any of my soldiers could best me, then they deserved whatever they wanted. The strong survive."
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Date: 2024-10-01 03:41 pm (UTC)"Was that something they did often? Try to best you - gods, these people just don't know how fires work, do they?" he adds, frowning at the screen.
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Date: 2024-10-01 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-01 04:45 pm (UTC)"Even I know you need fuel you can burn," he grouses. "If we used magic to help this process along at camp, it was more often to dry the wood than to create the spark."
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Date: 2024-10-01 04:48 pm (UTC)"And now they're going to out more wood on it and smother it because they're idiots."
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Date: 2024-10-01 07:25 pm (UTC)"I hated every moment of it, I assure you," Astarion says. "Damned near four months trekking across the Sword Coast and I was in a leaking tent for three of them - oh, you were right."
More damp wood, more smoke, less fire.
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Date: 2024-10-01 07:41 pm (UTC)They're so predictable. He gets too annoyed watching them fail and instead decides to press a kiss against Astarion's neck.
"What did you do for the other month?"
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Date: 2024-10-01 07:47 pm (UTC)"We were back in the Gate by then. Finally able to bargain for a roof over our heads - the rooms above a tavern in the Lower City. Not the most restful of locations, but at least I didn't have to worry about a bear bumbling into my tent."
Halsin notwithstanding.
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Date: 2024-10-01 07:56 pm (UTC)The other team finally figures their shit out and the ropes burn easily, so he's happily to return his attention to it.
"I miss being out in the woods. I need to teach you about glamping."
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Date: 2024-10-01 09:00 pm (UTC)"Glamping?"
Faerûn isn't quite as big on portmanteau as Earth.
"Sounds terrible. What is it?"
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Date: 2024-10-01 09:11 pm (UTC)The kind of shit Jacob despises, but he's willing to make this exception.
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Date: 2024-10-01 09:14 pm (UTC)"Sounds tolerable. And you'd be outside hunting wild animals so it's still authentic enough for you?" he teases.
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Date: 2024-10-01 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-01 09:37 pm (UTC)"I'm much better company when I haven't thrown my back out by resting on the cold earth," Astarion teases, kissing his cheek. "I'd tempt you down from any tree you vanished into, darling."
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Date: 2024-10-01 10:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 07:16 am (UTC)"I don't know a single healing spell," he protests. "What I did was ask the cleric in our party to fix it on my behalf, at which point she'd sniff at me about having to save her magic for the heat of battle."
More likely he'd chug a healing potion instead of bothering her at all, but that's not as fun to talk about.
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Date: 2024-10-02 11:48 am (UTC)Though he doesn't recall many names other than Gale.
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Date: 2024-10-02 02:52 pm (UTC)"Shadowheart," he says. "...I know. Awful name. She chose it for herself when she was too young to know better, I believe. Though her goddess was equally preoccupied with the dark and bleak."
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Date: 2024-10-02 02:54 pm (UTC)Jacob tries not to say anything about it. "And she was a cleric? So she healed and prayed?"
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Date: 2024-10-02 02:56 pm (UTC)"Indeed. Though she wasn't useless in a fight, either - perfectly capable of smiting monsters when the occasion called for it. The gifts of a cleric's object of devotion can be quite diverse."
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Date: 2024-10-02 03:02 pm (UTC)The show is nearly at an end, as they didn't have to spend fifteen minutes watching commercials, so he turns his attention fully away from it.
"So she was the one who helped heal and smite. You can sneak around and cut 'em off from a ways away. What else could your people do?"
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Date: 2024-10-02 03:17 pm (UTC)"Ah, well. Lae'zel and Karlach were our heavy hitters, you'd say. They would be in the melee with a broadsword or battleaxe, holding our enemies' attention and taking the brunt of their attacks. Wyll is a warlock - given magical power through a deal with a devil. Jaheira and Halsin are druids. They get their magic from talking to trees or whatever it is they do, but their most interesting talent is Wild Shape - being able to transform into a variety of creatures."
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Date: 2024-10-02 03:50 pm (UTC)He envied that damn thing.
"Tree magic. Seems useful, but at what price?"
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Date: 2024-10-02 03:59 pm (UTC)Astarion hums, thoughtful.
"Well. Halsin could be annoying and Jaheira is a terrible mother, but I think those both would have been true regardless."
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Date: 2024-10-02 04:24 pm (UTC)He closes the screen when Tan Brunette Guy #4 gets voted off.
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