Minthara doesn't know what a computer is, but she doesn't need to understand computers to understand simulated reality. She has had entirely too much recent experience with forces that beguile the mind, trick the senses, or ensnare the soul to bear this kindly.
Not that she is known for bearing much in a manner that other races would interpret as 'kindly,' but such petty cultural differences will ever be her bugbear, now. She sees this as their problem, not hers.
"Dead? Hah! I think not." She says as she strides away from the door.
If she were truly dead, then this would be solved already. Withers would simply fetch her soul back to her body so that she could stand and fight anew by her love's side. Unless, of course... all of her world had been destroyed. But so soon? Without even having come face to face with the final battle? No. That simply could not be.
"I will get to the bottom of this. And when I find whoever is responsible..."
The smile that crosses her face is.... uh. Well, it is deeply terrifying.
Minthara Baenre does not like being manipulated or controlled.
Or, for that matter, killed.
Main Hub - Record Shop or Arcade
She proceeds through the hub methodically and with purpose--her stride confident, her head held high.
Anyone looking on will see her accompanied by a--
Followed by a--
Uh. Well. There's. A treasure chest? It was behind her. And then it's beside her. And then behind her again. No matter what angle you look at her, there is a treasure chest off to the side, like a very persistent glitch trailing in her wake. She hasn't acknowledged it at all. Does she even know?
A. Anyway.
Her presence in the record shop, at least, is thoughtful. She picks her way through stacks of vinyls with precise and delicate fingers, reading names aloud before flicking them aside. She'll need some help deciphering the mystery of operating the 'record player'... or else she'll get there through trial, error, and a bit of observation. And maybe breaking a couple and ruining some records in the process. Once that's done, she can move onto trying some of the records out. Maybe.
But her entire investigation comes to a screeching halt when she reaches the ambiguously named 'Activity Centre.'
That is where her progress stalls. She stands less than a yard inside, seemingly paralysed by the sight and sound of this horrible chamber.
She could only just make herself walk into the frightful place. One step. Then two and three. Then another step. And there she stopped. The hundreds of competing colours--all flashing, strobing, flickering lights and dizzying floor carpeting in a dark room--not to mention the violent assault of cacophanous beeps, clacks, dings, whistles, automated voices, and jaunty tunes all in one closed space with very little in the way of dampening are simply too much. She has a look on her face like a cartoon character who just had her head smashed and rung between a pair of cymbols.
C. Wildcard
[Other ideas? Just DM me! There's a bunch of stuff I'd love for her to get into, like the dragon onsen, or the sex toy shop, I just got overwhelmed and stopped at two... er, two and a half? prompts?]
Minthara Baenre | BG3 | OTA ((I haven't decided on her DTF for sure yet but Mimic seemed fun....)
Minthara doesn't know what a computer is, but she doesn't need to understand computers to understand simulated reality. She has had entirely too much recent experience with forces that beguile the mind, trick the senses, or ensnare the soul to bear this kindly.
Not that she is known for bearing much in a manner that other races would interpret as 'kindly,' but such petty cultural differences will ever be her bugbear, now. She sees this as their problem, not hers.
"Dead? Hah! I think not." She says as she strides away from the door.
If she were truly dead, then this would be solved already. Withers would simply fetch her soul back to her body so that she could stand and fight anew by her love's side. Unless, of course... all of her world had been destroyed. But so soon? Without even having come face to face with the final battle? No. That simply could not be.
"I will get to the bottom of this. And when I find whoever is responsible..."
The smile that crosses her face is.... uh. Well, it is deeply terrifying.
Minthara Baenre does not like being manipulated or controlled.
Or, for that matter, killed.
Main Hub - Record Shop or Arcade
She proceeds through the hub methodically and with purpose--her stride confident, her head held high.
Anyone looking on will see her accompanied by a--
Followed by a--
Uh. Well. There's. A treasure chest? It was behind her. And then it's beside her. And then behind her again. No matter what angle you look at her, there is a treasure chest off to the side, like a very persistent glitch trailing in her wake. She hasn't acknowledged it at all. Does she even know?
A. Anyway.
Her presence in the record shop, at least, is thoughtful. She picks her way through stacks of vinyls with precise and delicate fingers, reading names aloud before flicking them aside. She'll need some help deciphering the mystery of operating the 'record player'... or else she'll get there through trial, error, and a bit of observation. And maybe breaking a couple and ruining some records in the process. Once that's done, she can move onto trying some of the records out. Maybe.
But her entire investigation comes to a screeching halt when she reaches the ambiguously named 'Activity Centre.'
That is where her progress stalls. She stands less than a yard inside, seemingly paralysed by the sight and sound of this horrible chamber.
She could only just make herself walk into the frightful place. One step. Then two and three. Then another step. And there she stopped. The hundreds of competing colours--all flashing, strobing, flickering lights and dizzying floor carpeting in a dark room--not to mention the violent assault of cacophanous beeps, clacks, dings, whistles, automated voices, and jaunty tunes all in one closed space with very little in the way of dampening are simply too much. She has a look on her face like a cartoon character who just had her head smashed and rung between a pair of cymbols.
C. Wildcard
[Other ideas? Just DM me! There's a bunch of stuff I'd love for her to get into, like the dragon onsen, or the sex toy shop, I just got overwhelmed and stopped at two... er, two and a half? prompts?]