raising an eyebrow at syllin's obvious look of disapproval
> why? aren't you an acolyte of his seriousness Oghma the wise? you should know then that gifting a map drawn in snot is exactly how Lady Luck might choose to show her divine support. Isn't it Portia?
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Wait, aren't you using the light cantrip, so we can properly barbarize the little bugger? Syllin's Iceray is more than adequate. if our archers come over and get ready, then the poor sap will never know what hit him.
don't forget to turn off Master fletcher's blazing sword, or i daresay our surprise party will end a tad spoiled
*To myself: My Grandsire, the venerable Galinndan Galanodel, did take the opportunity to occasionally remind me that not everything I was taught in Academies and Halls of Learning was faithfully reproduced in the outside world, a world in which it appears, he flourished with a strange ease, and, I now suspect, hugely relished.
It may have been that despite his high rank, considerable learning, and yes - I suspect - travels far and wide - that he grew to chafe somewhat at the elegant constraints of some elements of traditional Elven society.
"For", I remember him remarking, in a low murmur, a goblet of Exceedingly Aged Elven Amber wine in his hand, "There are many paths - some paved, some tended closely, some cracked and overgrown, clearly trodden but lightly - to many gods - and do, I pray thee, - all puns intended - bear in mind that some wear their raiment of worship lightly, approaching their gods with laughter and gentle or ribald mockery rather than dignified veneration. Such paths bear equal validity to those who choose them."
A difficult lesson to absorb, for an Acolyte intensely dedicated to Oghma, as I am pledged to be. And yes, the lady Tymora has my respect, also.
But, then, I also remember my Gandsire once asking me, an odd expression in his eyes, "Do you think that Oghma laughs? And if so, at what might such a being laugh?" I confess I was more than a little discomfited when my Grandsire gave quiet voice to such strange and unsettling thoughts.
I think now, that, perhaps, he wished me to be aware that the world might not be exactly as it was portrayed in the books of knowledge and lore I read, that there were others who viewed the world differently, and whose views are no less valid for not being mine.*
Use your famous Ray of Frost. From down here.
Well, I won't use my Light cantrip until everybody is ready. The goblin is looking into the other direction so I will give Syllin a sign and the others come to where I am - their deadly arrows already prepared. But silently, Claus! Once they arrived I will take away light from claus' sword and do as I said before.
Ray of Frost it is, then. On your signal.
I assume that I am standing roughly, where I should be; if not, let it be assumed that I have moved into place when signalled to do so.
