Part-time Bard, full-time disaster. Shittiest Devil you'll ever meet. Unexpected Barovian expat, temporary Netherese Illithid Tadpole incubator. Call me Caprus.
Joined December 2023
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Caprus' nostrils flare for a moment. He sighs a dreamy sigh.
"I smell cardamom... which means they probably have all sorts of chai. Savory treats, too, I'll bet. I definitely wouldn't pass up on it. Where I'm from, those kind of spices were pretty rare."
Well, you've hung out with Raphael, at least. Can't speak for others like him. I don't actually know that many Devils - more than most, I'd imagine, but still not many.
You're too kind...
Got any favorite breakfast nooks? The Blushing Mermaid's got a fantastic corned beef hash.
"Bards using drums isn't that common - a real shame, I think. Then again, I usually end up tapping the sides of other things rather than using both hands for percussion. That's generally for after the gig."
He winks, a soft giggle following.
"So! You and Raph. How'd you meet?"
"Ah, a great question. Maryden - that's her name - wasn't my first instrument. But she ๐ธ๐ข๐ด what I was playing when I first became a Bard. Later, when I left, she was a parting gift, along with the others in my Bag of Holding. I've got three in there right now, actually."
You're way more tolerant than most nobles, Syl'varis, I'll give you that. And I'm definitely not complaining.
I do like Haarlep. The guy is hilarious. A lot colder to the touch than I thought he'd be, but when we cuddle, I ๐ข๐ฎ overheated...
"They taught me a lot," he admits, eyes nostalgic "the magic came to me while they'd taken me in, for starters. It was a song just like this. 'It is fated', they'd say. Fate can be funny sometimes."
Caprus grins. "The more moxie in the maestro, the more magic in the music."
She seems genuinely eager, and Caprus isn't about to slow her down.
"My advice? Go to what you think smells the best first. Follow your nose. Personally, I'd try the street stands. They only come out seasonally, the taverns are there year-round."
Caprus grins, clearly quite proud of the reaction he gets from Sebastian. His tail wags at the other's enthusiasm.
"I'm actually a really talented spellcaster," he admits "though I prefer to keep people safe and healthy with it rather than anything too crazy. I also juggle!"
Fair enough. You'd know him better than me anyway. He was here when you met your husband, yeah? I can't imagine it wasn't at least a ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ awkward...
Aw, just because he's what he is doesn't mean he can't be good with kids.
A bad influence, sure, but we're in Hell, aren't we? There are definitely worse things to tempt kids to do than steal shredded cheese from the kitchen.
I do appreciate the confidence.
Caprus watches Drace sway as he plays, when his eyes aren't closed in his own enjoyment of the tune.
When the man claps, he gives a theatric little half-bow while still seated.
"A lively bunch, those guys," he muses fondly "I hope they're doing alright. No, I'm sure they are."
[Something between a fingerstyle flamenco and a strummed dabke beat, leaning Romani but not entirely clockable as belonging to any one real-world culture. Either way, it's a bop, and his performance check is appropriate for a level 16 Bard]
"Something I haven't played in a while," he repeats, slower, thoughtful. He brings his guitar up onto his thigh.
"Speaking of the Vistani, they have plenty of hits. A shame the average Barovian doesn't like 'em. This one in particular is great to dance to." ยป
Caprus takes the flower in his hand delicately, looking to Sebastian with a grin.
"It's the thought that counts! It's so sweet of you to think of me. Here..."
Waving his hand over the wilted bloom, it slowly morphs back to life.
"Druidcraft. Learned it from a witch."
He hands over a small flower; it was wilted and missing a few petals.
"I found this and wanted to give it to you... sorry, I think I ended up crushing it in my pocket." @CaprusCapricius
"Completely understand," he assures. Privacy is of course essential in a business like this, in more ways than one.
"Did you have a favorite they play around here? I could always play something from Barovia, but those tend to be a bit on the depressing side unless it's Vistani."
Caprus has never had a festival friend before. His tail wags at the thought.
"I'd love to show you around! There's a carnival outside of Wyrm's Crossing at the old fairgrounds, and before that, there's a big party in the square. You can almost smell the food from here..."
Despite it? I can only imagine...
No windows, got it. Not to worry. Should be able to keep a baby's attention with a few Cantrips. Dancing Lights hasn't failed me yet! (Then again, I've never tried using it like this before.)
He reciprocates the look, flashing a wink. They got along just fine.
"He's really come out of his shell lately. I even got him playing music, had no idea he was a violinist. Small world."
Caprus glances at the bottle and nods.
"Hells yeah. You got an opener?"
Hm? Wha-- ah. Right.
I'm not what I look like. To put it very simply, I'm stuck in the body of a Devil that died. I'm not the least bit evil.
Shittiest Devil you'll ever meet, actually, by Devil standards. Can't speak for the rest of them and their "friendliness".