Out of the frying pan and into... the celestial plane? [Active]
Character(s): Jarlaxle, Vexen(?), open
Content: Entrance
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Late evening
Warnings: Lies, deceit, mistrust, and confusion shall abound. As well as some double and triple crossing.
Through astounding heat and stinging light, Jarlaxle ran. Behind him lay a rather large, rather angry dragon and a relic that was in the process of dying. Of the two, he wasn't quite sure which was worse.
What he -was- certain of was that he didn't want to be anywhere near either of them when the explosion came.
It didn't take him long to run out of room to run, but that had never stopped him before. A quick portable hole applied to the wall, and he was out of the cave completely. In what was perhaps the first really telling mistake he had made in quite some time, he took down the hole before he was completely aware of his surroundings.
Last time he had checked, Faerun did not have any domed cities.
Content: Entrance
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Late evening
Warnings: Lies, deceit, mistrust, and confusion shall abound. As well as some double and triple crossing.
Through astounding heat and stinging light, Jarlaxle ran. Behind him lay a rather large, rather angry dragon and a relic that was in the process of dying. Of the two, he wasn't quite sure which was worse.
What he -was- certain of was that he didn't want to be anywhere near either of them when the explosion came.
It didn't take him long to run out of room to run, but that had never stopped him before. A quick portable hole applied to the wall, and he was out of the cave completely. In what was perhaps the first really telling mistake he had made in quite some time, he took down the hole before he was completely aware of his surroundings.
Last time he had checked, Faerun did not have any domed cities.