Not particularly. [ another gesture between them, before he presses his hand on his haphazardly stitched gash, still wet with blood. ] On account of the stabbing.
[ and the uncomfortable probing, which nicks the edge of another open wound. mystra has forsaken him β she wishes him dead, penance for his ambition. if she ever looked upon with affection, she does no longer. and heβs nothing without her, isnβt he? an insignificant little ant. not to mention, heβs quite literally dying. ]
Not to mention the Netherese blight consuming me from the inside. [ encroaching, upon his very person, colonising the tendrils of the weave that once made him exceptional. dryly β ] Puts something of a damper on grasping the power of the gods.
no subject
[ and the uncomfortable probing, which nicks the edge of another open wound. mystra has forsaken him β she wishes him dead, penance for his ambition. if she ever looked upon with affection, she does no longer. and heβs nothing without her, isnβt he? an insignificant little ant. not to mention, heβs quite literally dying. ]
Not to mention the Netherese blight consuming me from the inside. [ encroaching, upon his very person, colonising the tendrils of the weave that once made him exceptional. dryly β ] Puts something of a damper on grasping the power of the gods.