OOC I was just remembering that in my current BGT run I just removed Kivan from the group and replaced him with Coran while dualed Imoen is rising in levels as a mage
@Evinfuilt A little hard to cart *those* off. 14 feet by 28 feet times 2...
Worth the time to break em up, if Edwin was here he'd probably know of a spell to cut them into bite size pieces, but now that all the brains in the party are ashes and dust you'll all end up broke and alone. Or join me in Hell.
"Oh be quiet Xan! It won't get any worse, this is it... this is as bad as it gets... True, if you're returned to life and forced into a room with Shar teel, that would be worse, point taken."
With a small sigh, unheard by all, Shar-Teel abruptly spins around and starts marching towards Kivan. Absolutely no expression can be read on the stoic features Shar-Teel displays, and for some reason that's more frightening than her normal bursts of murderous rage. Reaching the mollified(?) Kivan, almost too close for comfort, Shar-Teel reaches out with both hands to clasp his shoulders. With a surge of strength she brings his upper body down so that her face is slightly above his.
And kisses him. Savagely, at times engulfing his entire mouth with her own. Blood from one bite or another colours their lips; his slack and almost entirely unresponsive in his shock. Just as he might react, however, she pushes him away with a laugh.
"Not a woman, am I? Do explain the presence of the suddenly stalwart 'warrior' in your pants? No, don't bother."
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Coran readies bow.
"Oh be quiet Xan! It won't get any worse, this is it... this is as bad as it gets... True, if you're returned to life and forced into a room with Shar teel, that would be worse, point taken."
♫Ah ha ha haaaaa. I know this much is true-oo♪
The voice of Garrick lilts from afar, melting heart of Shar-Teel and Imoen, alike, as only manly boy-band songs can do!
Scarier than a Lich? X'D
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And kisses him. Savagely, at times engulfing his entire mouth with her own. Blood from one bite or another colours their lips; his slack and almost entirely unresponsive in his shock. Just as he might react, however, she pushes him away with a laugh.
"Not a woman, am I? Do explain the presence of the suddenly stalwart 'warrior' in your pants? No, don't bother."
She returns to the sarcophagus and opens it.
"I've never known you to pass up any chance at playing with the ladies."