[ Don't worry, he's explained his tale enough that he doesn't expect sympathy. The vampire's change in mood does not go unnoticed, but Xenk listens all the same. It's no surprise to hear that the tale of a vampire spawn who avoids human blood is one of great injustice. He carried himself without preamble, without the power that those creatures so often flaunt.
Though talk of mind-flayers is enough to make Xenk's breath draw short. Everyone knows those soulless creatures are the vilest thing in all of the nine realms. Xenk has fought his share of creatures. He knows the signs. ]
Mindflayers? Then, you...
[ Xenk levels him with an intense stare, gauging the vampire spawn's words for any trace of deceit, any sign of possession or lack of control. INSIGHT CHECK: SUCCESS. He finds neither. The man speaks true, though his words defy all sense. Ceremorphosis is not slow. It is not pretty. It is painful and horrible, and it would spare neither sire nor spawn. ]
By the Gods.
[ Xenk mutters, fist clenched in sympathetic anger. He believes this man. His words should not be true, but he believes him. A vampire spawn, walking in daylight, free from its master... he'd thought perhaps the strange magic of this place was to blame for these curiosities, but no one would conjure up a tale of mindflayers that goes so against what they are known to do. ]
Your luck must be nearly outweighed by your misfortune, that you remain yourself still.
[ Yeah, no God would ever fuck with mindflayers, sorry. That's just luck for sure. ]
You have my deepest sympathies. [ He'll even kneel. Yeah, he's kneeling. It's a Paladin thing, he's gonna internally beseech Tyr from all the way over here. ] That such an injustice should be brought upon you... it is without reason. A crueler fate than any should ever bear.
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Though talk of mind-flayers is enough to make Xenk's breath draw short. Everyone knows those soulless creatures are the vilest thing in all of the nine realms. Xenk has fought his share of creatures. He knows the signs. ]
Mindflayers? Then, you...
[ Xenk levels him with an intense stare, gauging the vampire spawn's words for any trace of deceit, any sign of possession or lack of control. INSIGHT CHECK: SUCCESS. He finds neither. The man speaks true, though his words defy all sense. Ceremorphosis is not slow. It is not pretty. It is painful and horrible, and it would spare neither sire nor spawn. ]
By the Gods.
[ Xenk mutters, fist clenched in sympathetic anger. He believes this man. His words should not be true, but he believes him. A vampire spawn, walking in daylight, free from its master... he'd thought perhaps the strange magic of this place was to blame for these curiosities, but no one would conjure up a tale of mindflayers that goes so against what they are known to do. ]
Your luck must be nearly outweighed by your misfortune, that you remain yourself still.
[ Yeah, no God would ever fuck with mindflayers, sorry. That's just luck for sure. ]
You have my deepest sympathies. [ He'll even kneel. Yeah, he's kneeling. It's a Paladin thing, he's gonna internally beseech Tyr from all the way over here. ] That such an injustice should be brought upon you... it is without reason. A crueler fate than any should ever bear.