lizabethar cai.

❝ she doesn’t have to be trustworthy to be useful. ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀lizabethar cai. ranger of baldurs gate. a bhaalspawn seeking redemption. ships w/ chem. era flexible. adult themes ahead. another by #ᴘᴇɴᴇᴍᴜᴇʟ RT?

( she’s helping groom her ranger companion… Hercules, the fully grown grizzly bear. Who’s making some grunts of protest. ) Stop it. I’m not the one who rolled around in burrs…. A bear in burr- don’t hit me! it was funny.

Hey now- what happened to the open book? But fine, I’ll answer mine. There’s a scar in my shoulder from a gnoll bite. Sunk its teeth in and tore away the flesh and breaking the bone. That hurt the worst.

So they keep you in shape - to what end?

( She hissed through grit teeth at the image. Ouch. ) That would do it. What do you mean it would still be missing if you weren’t you?

Go on then, what’s your worst? I feel like you’d have some good stories.

Vampires bite to drain blood. Not to maim. Maiming hurts much worse.

Ha, cute. I bite back would have been my warning, and mine are much less fun.

Oh, you’ll be fine then. One bit of house keeping though: if you’re a vampire and going to try to bite me. State it first.

I love the dulcet sounds of a nice camp night. ( various screaming and arguments can be heard in the background )

As a warning: usually a journey with me involves some… Bullshit, I can’t even lie to you. Things will get weird. Happy with weird?

If we are alike, then I am so so sorry for everything you’re going through. But it’s not more interesting than that. I’m just clawing my way back to the mundane.

Spawn of a god that would see the world bathed in blood. My life was dictated by a lust for blood and greed for magic. Your run of the mill ‘my parents are awful’ story, really.

/ I’m bringing back my boy I miss bg3 Bad

( Perhaps in a manner not relaying how serious his story was - she grimaced. ) Yikes. Sorry to hear it. Free will is wonderful, until you make a mess of things.

Did you do it to yourself, or was it something else?

Hm. Preaching to the choir. Is it prying if I ask more? We might have tips for one another.

( She shook it firmly, eyeing him for just a moment. ) A pleasure then. Getting tired of the people who can’t stop boasting about it, hey?

( A sudden laugh leaves her at the statement - she really didn’t expect it. She shakes her head quickly, brushing it off. ) That’s kind of you. You can just call me Liz. I’ve been around, that’s all.

It’s like an ocean, right? Gives life, takes it away. But I can choose not to swim in it. I can’t choose to avoid magic, not when it’s embedded in my blood anyways.

Magic is a reality I’ve come accustomed to. But I don’t love it, you can’t ignore the horrors it can create.