[Alucard takes a little bit of pleasure in that of course. If his abilities are predictable to some degree, that means the ones he needs as a last resort aren't. It is important to have that element of surprise, especially around people he likes. He learned that lesson the hard way last time.
It is a perfectly wonderful November forest, thank you Jaskier. And hardly that dark. Bright leaves of gold and rust orange cling to the trees, swaying gently in the occassional wind that blows through.]
The path will wind them towards the house eventually. I'm not going to ask anyone to run after them once they've gotten started. [Himself included.] This way. Straying from the path will get you lost in here.
[Alucard designed his domain to urge others away. There's a single true path, and it takes dedicated wandering to find it - otherwise, one is apt to wander.
The true path presents itself with only a few steps though, and it takes very little time for the chimney of a house to rise out of the midst. But where one might anticipate a grand castle or even a manor house, Alucard has a hut. One with a small wooden front door with no decoration carved into it, one with only a few windows, one that can't be more than two rooms large. There's no cheer to it. Being uninviting is the thing's purpose.
Unless you're Alucard. Then it is a cozy place to hole up and enjoy the sound of rain against the roof, for just as soon as the two reach the front door, the weather picks up.]
Any wine pairings you'd like to suggest?
[The question comes as Alucard passes through the threshold, revealing a kitchen that shouldn't fit in the space that the hut seems to take up. It is a gloriously modern thing, perfectly arranged copper and cast iron pots, an oven and working stove, a table in the center to eat at and work on. Tile flooring, a fireplace to one end for heat rather than cooking. In the corner is a vestibule with two doors, both open. A bathroom, and a small bedroom with little more than a wood burning stove, a bed, and a night table stacked with books.]
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It is a perfectly wonderful November forest, thank you Jaskier. And hardly that dark. Bright leaves of gold and rust orange cling to the trees, swaying gently in the occassional wind that blows through.]
The path will wind them towards the house eventually. I'm not going to ask anyone to run after them once they've gotten started. [Himself included.] This way. Straying from the path will get you lost in here.
[Alucard designed his domain to urge others away. There's a single true path, and it takes dedicated wandering to find it - otherwise, one is apt to wander.
The true path presents itself with only a few steps though, and it takes very little time for the chimney of a house to rise out of the midst. But where one might anticipate a grand castle or even a manor house, Alucard has a hut. One with a small wooden front door with no decoration carved into it, one with only a few windows, one that can't be more than two rooms large. There's no cheer to it. Being uninviting is the thing's purpose.
Unless you're Alucard. Then it is a cozy place to hole up and enjoy the sound of rain against the roof, for just as soon as the two reach the front door, the weather picks up.]
Any wine pairings you'd like to suggest?
[The question comes as Alucard passes through the threshold, revealing a kitchen that shouldn't fit in the space that the hut seems to take up. It is a gloriously modern thing, perfectly arranged copper and cast iron pots, an oven and working stove, a table in the center to eat at and work on. Tile flooring, a fireplace to one end for heat rather than cooking. In the corner is a vestibule with two doors, both open. A bathroom, and a small bedroom with little more than a wood burning stove, a bed, and a night table stacked with books.]