WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER HERO

Seems accurate-

How The Papa’s Sleep at Night

Primo: like he’s dead asf. on his back with his arms folded across his chest

Secondo: starfish position cause he’s almost always drunk from partying when he finally goes to bed

Terzo: face down ass up

Copia: fetal position with a pillow clutched to his chest

The Ghouls: cuddle pile on the floor where someone can easily trip

Rain, holding Dew up by his armpits: "Behold, a demon!" Dew, purring contentedly: -looking like an overgrown cat- Rain: "You're supposed to be scary!" Dew, sagging: "The way you're holding me is taking all the tension off my bones, it's so nice..." Rain: "...You're welcome, I guess?" Dew, dozing off: "Rrr..." Rain: "...Huh."

“...Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.”

Howdy! this is the continuation of "When does a man become a monster" Hope you enjoy WC : 981 (It is shorter than the previous Sorry >.<) Reminder : I do this for fun and will upload as I finish each part!

The weeks she had spent at Moonrise were what she would call uneventful. She wasn’t able to find any information about how to kill Kethric, minus the information that he is using some form of relic to keep his immortality. Where this relic was located, she hadn’t figured out yet. At least it wasn’t completely boring. She was able to have some form of authority alongside Kethric to keep some order throughout Moonrise, but there was no sign of her brother. He became merely a memory during her time spent in the shadowlands. She accepted the fact that he was gone forever. Deep down, she believed she deserved to be alone. Neither friends nor family. She was alone in this abyss of darkness, and she allowed it to consume her. Every creature that walked through the doors of the tower was at her and Kethric’s mercy, and that gave her the feeling of what power could be. She thrived off the fear people would have when they were told they had to answer her before Kethric found out anything. It was almost like a high that she did not want to come down from. As long as she could forget everything before she came all the way to this region, she was happy. She didn’t have to think about Bhaal, she didn’t have to worry about Orin, and she didn’t have to remember all her failures here. She was finally getting a taste of what it was like to be like her brother. He was the right hand man for everything, while she always came in second, the last resort if he failed. However, she would be better than him. She wouldn’t let the power get to her head. She would do this the way she was trained to do it. 

Wendigo and General Thorm were in the throne room. There were goblins there that failed to bring a 'true soul' here, and along with them, just not following orders. The goblins were pleading, trying to make there case, as Wendigo stood there at attention, waiting for her next command for what she needed to do. Standing there by where General Thorm was sitting on his throne, Wendigo commanded the three goblins before her to speak about how they failed to do such a simple task that was supposed to be carried out. A simple task that a child could've handled on their own. 

"I did as I was told! Followed every order that was given-" 

"The facts suggest otherwise. You were ordered to retrieve the artifact- you failed to do so."

Wendigo cut off the goblin that was trying to plead her case. She sounded cold, commanding like a solider. All she knew, based on the information given to her, was that these goblins failed to carry out a task given by the Kethric.

"Take that up with Minthara! She was the one who-"

"Enough!"

Wendigo stepped forward from where she was standing, still holding her place near the General. It looked like she was daring the goblin to continue speaking. It would be satisfying to see their tongues cut out of their mouths, or maybe ripping out their vocal chords would be a better punishment

"You failed to retrieve the artifact; you failed to protect your True Soul-"

"NYX!!" 

A familiar voice echoed throughout the throne room. Wendigo saw a man stepping forward as she was about to continue to tear into the goblins about their failures, only to see the man stopped in his tracks by a pale elf with white hair and red eyes.

“A vampire? Way out here ?”

She thought as she looked at the group that just interrupted what was happening. She looked up at the person who spoke her name. Only one person would know it unless-

"Creed..."

She whispered under her breath. She just wanted to run up to him and hug her brother, but she didn’t understand why he called her by her birth name. Was this a trick ? Is he just playing one of his stupid games to make everyone doubt her? She was confused by everything in this moment. Who were the others he was traveling with outside of the pale elf ? Who was the human traveling with him? Were there others? She hesitated to speak, but her hesitation didn't go unnoticed as she saw Kethric rise from his throne.

"Is there a problem, Wendigo? "

She took a deep breath in, and soon enough, her facade was replaced by the cold, heartless person she was moments before. She straightened her posture and held her chin high.

"No, General."

"Good. We are too close to the ending and the new beginning. I can coddle failure no longer. Kill them. Quickly."

Kethric commanded, and with that, the goblins started getting mad. How cute they think they can take him Soon enough, with all the yelling, one of the goblins threw a harbringer at Kethric. Wendigo had to hold back a laugh because everyone who didn't know Kethric's little secret was about to witness that he couldn't be killed. Not that easily, but of course Wendigo knew the source of his power. 

Once the harbringer made contact with Kethric’s chest, he fell back into his throne, but he soon got back up and ripped it out of his chest like it was nothing. He walked over to the goblin that threw the weapon at him, dropped it at his feet, and with a blink of an eye, the goblin was dead. The room fell silent for a moment before Kethric spoke up once more.

"Dispose of the rest as you see fit, or take advantage of our surprise guest. Regardless, I'm sure the results will send a clear message to the troops on the importance of discipline."

He looked over at Wendigo to make sure she understood.

"Of course. It will be handled."

I’m pretty sure Chris was working on his own EP. He could be finishing that up before returning, or focusing on his solo career. Chin up. Shoulders back. Go support Chris’ independent music. <3

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"...But it's no longer you."

Howdy! this is the continuation of "When does a man become a monster" Hope you enjoy! Pt.1 -> Pt.2 WC: 959

Reminder : I do this for fun and will upload as I finish each part!

Kethric Thorm soon made his way out of the throne room and made his way up the stairs leading to the rooftop. He didn’t have to question where Wendigo’s loyalty lied, but when a complete stranger who looked eerily similar to her called her by another name, he grew suspicious. For now, he would ignore it until the finale. Meanwhile, Wendigo was left alone with the new and not-so-new guest at Moonrise. She looked over at the man who she knew as Creed, her brother, with disinterest, but deep down she wanted nothing more than to run up to him and give him a hug and just cry. He was alive. He wasn't off somewhere dead, but he called her by a name she thought she would never hear again. Did Orin have something to do with this? Was this just some sick joke? Then it dawned on her. There was a possibility he could be infected, like the majority of the Swordcoast.

“No way… He wouldn’t let his guard down long enough for that to happen,unless...

Her hands balled into fists as she tried to piece together the reason why he would be acting like this. She had flashbacks from when Orin carved the scars that had been covered with a neck tattoo into his flesh. Was it during that moment that she slipped the tadpole into his skull? Was she planning to do the same to Wendigo? She had to stay focused. She was given an order, and she had to carry it out. She could not afford to slip up now. She took a deep breath, and just like that, she slipped back into the person she wanted all of Faerun to see.   

She stood before the people in the throne room and the goblins that were terrified. They begged for her to show mercy. They even pleaded with Creed and the members of his party to give them mercy, but mercy was not allowed for failures. She took a deep breath as she held a hand in the air. The feeling of her power was coursing through her. The magic she had been trained to use. The very magic that wizards were not supposed to use unless it was absolutely necessary—the shadow weave. The goblins suddenly brought their hands up to their throats and began gasping for air. Their cries for help go unanswered. Wendigo concentrated, and the air in their lungs was being pushed out until they suffocated under her power. Soon enough, the goblins fell to the ground, lifeless, but Wendigo stood stoic as ever, unphased by the scenes that unfolded in front of everyone. Creed didn’t have time to process what was happening. The person he thought was his sweet and loving sister just killed those goblins. It hurt to see that scene unfold right before him, but deep down, something in him enjoyed it. 

When Wendigo came to greet the newcomers, she saw how Creed felt. She could sense the confusion on why she acted the way she did. That just confirmed her suspicions of what could’ve happened to him, but it didn’t matter to her.

“Nyx…What in the nine hells is going on?!”

Even though Creed was trying to maintain a certain presence that showed he didn’t care, his voice gave him away. He wanted to reach for his companion, known by many names, but Creed only knew him as one—Astarion—but he couldn’t let the facade down, not while being surrounded by the enemy. He felt hopeless. The last memory he had of his sister was nothing like the woman that stands before him now. The wizard in Creed’s party, Gale Dekarios, stepped closer to the sorcerer to whisper in his ear.

“Whatever you are feeling right now, mask it. We can’t get caught…”

Gale knew Creed was struggling to keep his emotions in line. Even though he and Creed butted heads in the past due to Creed being born with magic and Gale having to learn to wield it, he knew the sorcerer’s emotions were tied to his magic. If it wasn’t obvious, he could tell this woman was nothing like Creed. Yes, they look similar in appearance, but she did not possess the same sorcery as Creed. The fact that this was the same woman Creed would talk so highly of back at camp raised questions about whether this was the same person or whether his judgement was through rose lenses.

Wendigo didn’t want to have to correct Creed about what her name was, considering he has said the same name more than once now. She just wanted to grip him and yell that she is no longer the person he thought she was anymore and never will be. She took a deep breath to regain her composure.

“ Since you all are here...  Make yourself useful, and help me find Balthazar. Once you’ve gathered supplies, find me near the steps outside.”

She started to walk away from the group, and she could feel all their eyes on her, so she briefly stopped in her tracks to turn her head to the side.

“It’s Wendigo… whoever this Nyx is, she’s gone…”

Hearing those words come out of her own mouth made her own heart shatter. She was no longer the person Creed thought or remembered, but she could say the same about him. He was no longer a threat, or so she thought. Even before, he wasn’t considered a threat, even if she always thought of him that way. Those thoughts made her work hard to be better…to be able to protect him, but is that really the reason anymore ? She failed to realize what Orin did, but she enjoyed the power she now held—but at what cost?

I dunno, listening to Ghost is so comforting because it’s just a silly little guy with skeleton face paint dancing around and telling people with religious trauma that “There’s nothing wrong with you and you’re fine as you are! Let’s party!”

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