If you try to pick pocket Zevran he says “No” and it’s just the funniest thing because he is the only companion that says anything and I can just picture him smacking the Warden’s hand away like they are a child reaching for the cookie jar.
I always liked how New Vegas companions weren’t really romanceable. You could flirt with them, but even then they clearly had specific likes and wants. Arcade was gay. Cass was bisexual. But there was never a LOVE ME dialogue option. Every character was dealing with their own loss and difficulties and didn’t build their lives around the courier. Why would they. The courier is some random asshole who walked up to them a week prior and said “hey wanna fuck shit up.”
It’s almost like they were actual carefully constructed characters and not hastily thrown together cliches that would marry you after you pickpocketed all of Diamond City.
Stemming from the old Scots word, a “glamour” (always spelt with the British “ou”, as we are referring to the spell not the trait) is a kind of magickal spell or enchantment that a person casts upon an object, a person, or themselves to confuse, bewitch or obscure the senses of other observers. For instance, a pickpocket may use glamours as a means of assisting in the avoidance of detection, and a secret Witch may use a glamour to hide their spell supplies. Glamours are also one of the primary spells that the Fae Folk use to hide their presence, and also to make mischief and cause harm to intrusive or blundering humans who offend them.
Why have I never heard of this before?!
Probably because it’s not very flashy and, by its very nature, it’s centred around concealment. Glamours are very powerful, very useful spells, but they don’t involve love or money or luck or happiness and so they tend to be overlooked by most novice or self-taught Witches. They’re also quite hard to perfect, and so many more experienced Witches give up before they have mastered them.
They are simultaneously very simple spells to perform, but very difficult to perfect, as they require significant effort of Will and a lot of practice but if you achieve a true glamour it can be one of the most powerful spells in any Witch’s arsenal. It’s also worth noting, however, that glamours do not conceal things from machines. Machines like metal detectors, security cameras and proximity detectors don’t have minds, and as such they cannot be fooled by magick that affects the mind and how the brain perceives senses. They also work poorly on animals, especially cats. Do not try to fool a cat with a glamour. Dogs are often confused by glamours, but generally see through them with time, and snakes and lizards are completely immune as far as I can tell (since their minds are not concerned with things that glamours affect).
OK, but how do I cast a glamour?
The first step is, as with all spells, to decide to do it. Decide “I am going to cast a glamour”. Know it in your soul, know that what you will do is magick, it is a glamour, and that it’s purpose is to hide yourself. Glamours on yourself are generally the easiest to start with, because they are the easiest kind with which to tell when something needs improving.
Secondly, you must visualise strongly - and I mean REALLY strongly, let it consume your being - the purpose of the glamour. Fill yourself with the knowledge how how it will work, what it will do, how it will work. If you are looking for a glamour of imperception, whereby you attempt to make yourself hard to see by convincing the minds of people around you that you are utterly uninteresting and forgettable, fill yourself with that. Let to complete and utter truth of that ring through your head;
“I am forgettable, I’m not even here. You don’t remember me, I’m utterly boring, I’m just another part of the background. Everything about me is empty and dull. There is nothing here”
And similar such truths. Let your Willpower make them true, let their truth fill the world around you through the strength of your visualisation.
Thirdly, sustain it. This is the hardest step, but a glamour will only last for as long as it is sustained and remembered. If you are visualising a glamour on something that moves or changes (such as yourself) this can involve literally constant reinforcement - never ever stop thinking those reinforcing statements and pouring all your Willpower into them. For objects that are more static, for instance a chest containing spell supplies, this can simply involve a period of refreshment every evening whereby you place your hands upon it and refresh the enchantment you’ve placed upon the chest, reminding it of how completely ignorable and boring it is, reminding it that nobody will open it because nobody will care enough to try, that nobody will notice it because it’s so dull it’s not even there.
That seems REALLY hard, is there a simpler way?
The short answer is, no. This is why glamours are often quite unpopular - despite their obvious power and usefulness, the sheer effort of Will that goes into the construction of a glamour, and the amount of practice you need to get really good, can scare off a lot of Witches from truly persisting. Those who need glamours are often the only ones who are really any good at them - the best glamour-caster I have ever known developed her skill during her life as a pickpocket, when she used glamours to avoid getting caught. The simple fact that she has no criminal record attests to their efficacy! But, it took her a very long time to get that good, and most Witches simply don’t care enough to try.
However, I urge you to do so! It’s such a rewarding skill, even if only so that you can be the undisputed champion of paintball and laser tag in your friend group because nobody ever sees you in the shadows.
So there you are! The ancient, powerful, and mostly-overlooked art of glamours! I hope this helped all you lovely Witches!
Because @artsyfalafel and I had a conversation, and this came out of it.
“-and the daguino was COMPLETELY
overcooked!” the old man at the table next to them spat, his saliva literally
landing on the alien servers face. “I DEMAND a refund!”
The server nodded hastily, eyes
wide, and rushed off to the kitchen area, leaving the man to grumble to his
wife about using the restroom.
Lance popped up from his seat with
a bright smile on his face, dropping his napkin next to Keith and clapping his
hands together. “Be right back, guys. Gotta use the little paladin’s room.”
“Just go to the bathroom, Lance,”
Shiro muttered, not even looking up from his menu.
Lance shot the table a set of
finger guns and darted out of sight, towards the back of the restaurant that
Coran had told the paladins about. “Anyone else think that old guy was being
totally unreasonable?” Keith grumbled, glancing at the table next to them and
wrinkling his nose.
Pidge grinned and glanced down at
her menu, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh yeah. Total asshat.”
Seventeen-year-old Anne just fell in love with Sasha, the most popular girl at her LA public high school. But when Anne tells her best friend Clifton - who has always harbored a secret crush - he does his best to get in the way.
A remote fishing village in Iceland. Teenage boys Thor and Christian experience a turbulent summer as one tries to win the heart of a girl while the other discovers new feelings toward his best friend. When summer ends and the harsh nature of Iceland takes back its rights, it’s time to leave the playground and face adulthood.
Seventeen year old Miklós Varga’s plans to escape his migrant family and run away with his best friend Dan are crushed by the accidental death of his older brother Tomi. Only Mik knows the events that led to this tragedy, and he is suddenly forced to navigate his guilt and explosive sexuality to find the man he can become.
1930s Korea, in the period of Japanese occupation, a new girl (Sookee) is hired as a handmaiden to a Japanese heiress (Hideko) who lives a secluded life on a large countryside estate with her domineering Uncle (Kouzuki). But the maid has a secret. She is a pickpocket recruited by a swindler posing as a Japanese Count to help him seduce the Lady to elope with him, rob her of her fortune, and lock her up in a madhouse. The plan seems to proceed according to plan until Sookee and Hideko discover some unexpected emotions.
Damien lives with his mother Marianne, a doctor, while his father is on a tour of duty abroad. He is bullied by Thomas, whose mother is ill. The boys find themselves living together when Marianne invites Thomas to come and stay with them.
After discovering the truth about being stolen by the woman he thought was his mother as a child, Pierre (AKA Felipe) must deal with the consequences of his mother’s actions and must try to cope with his biological family.
A young street musician girl must conquer her own fears and ghosts from the past, including the social influences of Ukraine, where she has grown up, in order to admit her feelings for a beautiful deaf-mute girl.
A timeless story of human connection and self-discovery, Moonlight chronicles the life of a young black man from childhood to adulthood as he struggles to find his place in the world while growing up in a rough neighborhood of Miami.
The streets are empty. Wind skims the voids keeping neighbors apart, as if grazing the hollow of a cut reed, or say, a plundered mailbox. A familiar note is produced. It’s the one Desolation plays to keep its instrument in tune.
It is your thirteenth birthday, and as with all twelve preceding it, something feels missing from your life. The game presently eluding you is only the latest sleight of hand in the repertoire of an unseen riddler, one to engender a sense not of mirth, but of lack. His coarse schemes are those less of a prankster than a common pickpocket. His riddle is Absence itself. It is a mystery dispersing altogether, like the moon’s faint reflection, with even one pebble of inquiry dropped in its black well. It is the most diabolical riddle of all.
“Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.” -Walt Whitman
Yes, you are certain Walt Whitman said that. One hundred percent positive.
my dumb Nerevarine son Satsi who’s like. A pure big city kid. Never seen a dead body, never did anything heavier than pickpocketing prior his arrival to Morrowind. The whole thing turned into ultimate traumatizing experience for him.
So, the party of 4 lvl characters and some higher-level mercs were going to deal with alhoon (illithid lich), and they’ve created a pretty good plan on how to make it easier. While alhoon was distracted by a summoned creature, a rogue will sneak behind him and steal his ingredient stachel, so he won’t be able to cast material spells.
They randomly summoned a creature (dire hyena) and ordered her to walk around alhoon and sniff it, which she did.
DM: When illithid sees a hyena, he tries to scare her off. He yells at her on an unknown tongue, but when she doesn’t go away, obeying your orders, he makes a step forward, twitching his tentacles, and darts forwsrd, attaching her [Rolls a Nat1] And misses. He slips and falls down, face in the swamp.
Rogue: I pickpocket him for the magic satchel! [Rolls a 2]
DM: As you try to fins a satchel, you realize you’re caressing his buttcheek. Alhoon feels uneasy.
Rogue: Fuck! Can I try again as a bonus action?
DM: Sure, go ahead. While you’re distracting an illithid by caressing his buttcheek, you reach for the satchel…
Rogue: [Rolls a 4]
DM: …and start caressing his other buttcheek with your other hand.
Rogue: While caressing him and realizing I’m not in a sneak mode already, I yell to the party “Guys! I have a problem!”
The fight is long and painful, alhoon, although not casting any spells is literally destroying the party, when suddenly a frogermoth arrives (before going for alhoon, they stole her eggs) and starts grappling people, and eating them, trying to find her babies. As she does so, she also devours the alhoon. After a while, he manages to get out, making forgermoth spew him out, tries to land on his feet, but rolls a Nat1, and falls again on his face.
DM: [to the rogue] You see an illithind flying from the sphere of magical darkness. He falls just near you, face in the mud. You are met with his butt again. It beckons you.
The Team stages elaborate cons for clients victimized by Imperial Corporations. They are led by the Mastermind, Cassian Andor, a former investigator for the Alliance Company who has a troubled past due to the acts he committed in the name of one of the executives, Draven.
Jyn ‘Hallik’ is a Grifter that has multiple aliases like Liana, Kastrel, and Nari. She has been on the run for years for unknown reasons to the Team. And on one of her cons before she joined the crew, she had stolen from Draven which is how she and Cassian met.
Bodhi Rook is the Hacker for the Team who was a former Imperial employee. After being tortured for information years back, Bodhi can only cope with the trauma through electronics and computers. Despite the nerves, he is the best in the business.
Kay is the Team’s expert Thief, who has been Cassian’s longest companion. He has no issues with the crazier stunts committed in their cons and doesn’t mind staying in the air vents. But his poor social skills tend to show while pickpocketing.
Baze and Chirrut come in pair as the Hitters of the Team, who, before they joined the crew, were ex-military vigilantes protecting their local neighborhoods. Chirrut is the one who follows his guts more and KNOWS when the team is in trouble, so he frequently jumps into the danger. Baze quickly follows Chirrut to get him and EVERYONE ELSE out of that danger. He constantly jokes about being too old to babysit.
The members of the Team all have baggage, but, despite it, or because of it, become a family serving out Robin Hood Style Justice
I mean she's obviously in love with you and you with her, but--
you think so??
yes yes, I talked to her earlier
a lady in denial if ever I saw one, and trust me, I know how to spot one of those
besides, Emma showed me the movie
omg you really think she likes me??
good grief will you please leave
preferably to that room down the hall where the crew don't really go so two people could go there and not be disturbed, which is an interesting fact that I am sharing with you for no reason whatsoever
also, I might have a book of love poetry in my pocket
I mention this knowing that you are an accomplished pickpocket and Jasmine mentioned that she enjoys love poetry
now go away, I don't care about your relationship