The Best Thing About Not Being Home is Missing You

[preuxchevalier]

There are people back home that your character hates. Or maybe they love them, but they're terrible people/influences. Here's your chance to talk or play out that special someone turning up in the Meadous. Are they so far out of their element that they're now defanged tigers? Do they lead right in with their wicked ways? What is your character's CR even going to think when they meet this person?
 

Post with your own character or the person they most/least want to see again who's a bad thing for them. Feel free to play out encounters in the snow between this character and your regular character's CR, or talk it out with if you're not sure you've got the voice down.
 

Fun for all ages! And by fun, we mean misery!

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[theghast]

Raimut sighs, very deeply and lifts Dist up off his feet, dangling him in the air with ease.

"All this over Lutomira Zimin?" he chides, looking indulgently disappointed. "My boy, do consider picking your battles better. Consider picking them over ... worthier candidates."

[spare_parts]

Dist makes a choked sound, lifting his free hand to grab at Raimut's, but it's not much help. "Jay." He can just manage to continue talking. "His name is Jay. And he's..." Dist has to pause and fight down a breath of air. "He's more than worth it."

[theghast]

Raimut releases his grip on Dist and throws up both his hands, in mock resignation.

"Honestly. Has he improved in bed, then?" he says. "Gotten less insufferable? I lived with him for over a decade. I know him, in ways you never will. Reconsider wasting your time."

Despite the look of disgust, there's something else lurking in Raimut's eyes. Something akin to jealousy.

[spare_parts]

When Dist hits the ground he stumbles, coughing. He wasn't expecting to simply be... dropped. He rubs at his throat, quirking an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Why in the world would I tell you something like that?"

[theghast]

Raimut scowls. Dist isn't buckling very easily and he's not providing him with much information and it irritates him. He's very used to getting what he wants without resorting to, say, bloodshed unless it's totally unnecessary.

"You do strike one as an exhibitionist," he says, flippantly. "But no matter. I'd appreciate it if you didn't ... cause too much trouble for me, your unfortunate attachment to my apprentice notwithstanding."

[spare_parts]

"You ruined enough of his life; I'm not going to tiptoe but I'm not going to interact, either, not if I don't have to." Keeping it a secret is probably out of the question, given both the size of the place and his needing to explain away yet another bruise on his neck.