milliways, the lurking thereof

[andaisq]

A few years ago, Deekin would have been very cavalier about this weird demiplane that just inserted itself into the Underdark, much as he was about basically everything. Times have changed, though; now Tynan is a factor, so instead of skipping merrily towards the bar, Deekin keeps his crossbow high and his stance low, even as the baby pokes his head out of his rucksack and babbles merrily.

...This place doesn't seem to be dangerous in any way.

This is intensely suspicious.

But after a quick casting of See Invisibility, a nip of Barkskin potion for Tynan, and a nice loud Curse Song in case someone's still hiding somewhere, Deekin feels comfortable enough to sit at the very polite bar and get free drinks. (Tynan gets some kind of strange black milk, which he obviously enjoys. Deekin gets something he thinks might be apple cider with a shot of cow blood, which is very nice even if it does kind of remind him of Tymofarrar.)

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[andaisq]

"Well!"

Enserric does indeed have passionate feelings on the subject. He never personally published anything beyond a few treatises, but he was firmly entrenched in academia in life, and his expertise is not to be scoffed at.

Tynan occupies this span of ranting by clambering over Deekin's wings, while Deekin quietly takes notes, perhaps looking to expand his own magical repertoire.

[light_another_life]

Callida - also takes notes.

Worse, she asks questions. Why this book, is there a weakness in it that can be made up with another book, is there a reason to the order he's chosen?

[andaisq]

Enserric is happy to explain!

His reasoning is not always flawless; he seems to have some grudges against certain people for various reasons (mostly Khelben Blackstaff, as either the subject of or reason for the grudge), which sometimes color his choices. However, he's not going to get too huffy if she disagrees with him, as it is after all her shopping list.

[light_another_life]

Callida is amused with his grudges but unwilling to let them dictate her education. She is - well, she's very good at this, actually, figuring out which books are best even when Enserric hates them. Soon she has a list.

"Thank you," she says sincerely, when she has a list.

[andaisq]

"Oh, certainly," Enserric demurs. "It's only a pity I can't teach you myself, really; I always did want a really clever apprentice."

[light_another_life]

"Thank you," says Callida, pleased. Though someone already beat you to it...

[andaisq]

"Deekin wondering about quality of life in Human Lady world as compared to Underdark," Deekin says slowly.

[light_another_life]

"That depends very highly on where you decide to live. It's a very big galaxy."

[andaisq]

Deekin shrugs. "Deekin can probably make living anywhere will have Deekin. Can conjure stuff, can do magic, all else fails Deekin can see who needs killed for money. Deekin just not want stay trapped in caves rest of life where half of time boring and half of time run away from death and half of time kill people for look at Deekin funny and have pointy ears and Deekin not taking chance with baby. Any places where Deekin could raise baby, study how fix baby without drow shooting Deekin, maybe fight evil if any evil need fighting, that place where Deekin want to be."

[light_another_life]

"There are likely places that I could get you to that fit that description, but there's a very large scale war going on and that makes it complicated. There are some neutral places but not all of them will have the luxury of remaining such. ... And I'm not certain you could avoid attention forever, someone might notice you and your magic eventually and decide to try to threaten you to help their side of the war."

[andaisq]

"Human lady have side on war? Deekin trust human lady judgment; Deekin help human lady win war if she want. Then no more war, plus human lady win."

[light_another_life]

"Um." Pause. "I am, technically, on a side in the war, but I think that if we win it we should not win it at the current point in time, because. It would be a huge mess, and lots of people would get hurt." Also, enslaved. Lots of people would get enslaved.

[andaisq]

"Hm."

Deekin considers this.

"Deekin could put human lady in charge of side. Or new side. Then win war."

(The kobold does not seem to harbor much doubt that he could win a war as part of a faction with two and a half members.)

[light_another_life]

Callida is briefly at a loss for words.

"I. Am. Not sure you could actually manage that, everyone involved is very powerful, and not just in the immediate sense. I wouldn't have factories for building starships or planets with people to serve as soldiers or any sort of administration, or. I am also not sure I could competently be in charge of a group of people of that size, I don't even, what would my government's structure look like?"

[andaisq]

"So, not even putting in charge of current side to make less bad?"

[light_another_life]

"I am not convinced you could stably put me in charge of my current side, there are. Lots of. Lots of people that are very good at murder that would disagree with me being in charge."

[andaisq]

Deekin sighs regretfully. "Godlike power always surprisingly difficult to convert into political stability. And... Deekin just ask, other side not better?"

[light_another_life]

"In most ways it is, but it's. There are flaws. It's not perfect either. And - I would not be able to do as much as I do already if I were on that side, I would hurt someone I care about a great deal if I defected, and I'm not even certain I could pull it off without getting assassinated, so."

[andaisq]

He shakes his head. "Deekin still rather be in warzone than Underdark. Deekin can fortify location, hide himself... Deekin just want to have home for once."

[light_another_life]

"Okay. Then. A quiet out of the way neutral planet? Or - possibly you could wait for someone else to enter this bar, if other people can find it. Maybe avoid the Underdark and a warzone."

[andaisq]

"Eh. Deekin thinking apart from war, new universe sound very interesting. Deekin not want to be stuck with universe only got one planet, one species, no starships..." He shrugs. "Deekin want to be safe, not bored."

"Also," interjects Enserric, "I would really like to meet some more people with your life-force magic. Preferably ones who I haven't already offended. So that's my vote."

Tynan pokes his head back out of Deekin's pack and babbles enthusiastically in Callida's general direction. "And baby makes three," Enserric says with a verbal shrug.

[light_another_life]

"... Okay. But not being bored implies you'd do more than just find a quiet planet to live on? So, I would be responsible for anything you do after, and therefore I want to know if you will do anything besides find a quiet planet to live on."

[andaisq]

"No, no, no," Deekin reassures her. "Deekin talking about, you know, diversity of species. Get perspectives on life from aliens. Turn nice quiet planet into haven for war refugees and defend at all costs. Possibly go on galactic road trip for weekend."

Enserric groans loudly. "If you tell the unadulterated truth one more time I swear to Mystra I am going to rust myself."

[light_another_life]

"I prefer the unadulterated truth, actually," says Callida. "Galactic road trip? What do you mean by galactic road trip, just. Touring interesting things? That have probably all been blown up?"

[andaisq]

"Probably! Maybe collect more refugees for haven. Deekin's plans flexible. Definitely not getting involved in war beyond refugee harboring, sounds very unpleasant."

The interesting thing about being perfectly honest all the time is that people often forget that you can lie. Deekin has become very good at being perfectly honest.

Draconic channeling is a complex process, and training in that process necessitates that the student learn control. Control of oneself, control of one's environment, and most of all control of one's thoughts. Deekin's thoughts at the moment are split between ingenuous joy at being free of the dark and danger, earnest planning of how best to protect hundreds or thousands or millions of innocents from a galaxy-spanning war, and an ever-present awareness of the child on his back.

Notably absent is the thought that he is going to find whoever is responsible for the harm that has been done to his soon-to-be home and destroy even the dust that remains when he has disintegrated them.