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iivyeevy · 3 months

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I've noticed that many people think that Gale is just the Mystra-fanboy that you romance unknowingly but Gale is such a deep character and I will die on that hill defending him till I draw my last breath,

he is the first companion to immediatley defend you after (potentially) getting poisoned by Nettie even though he thinks so little of himself that he considers blowing himself up for Mystra as soon as he finds out that she expects him to do so. Even though he doesn't know anything about you he is instantly ready to protect you not because you could come in handy in the future but just because he thinks that noone deserves this treatment.

He doesn't think highly of himself enough to regard Mystras request as absolutely crazy but if it were you in his shoes, he would definitely try to find another way.

Sure he does seem self-absorbed at times but I think that it is just a facade of a broken man losing everything and thus becoming burned out. He was highly gifted at a young age but just like every burned-out person he too thinks that his self-worth stems from his abilities. Him constantly seeking for more knowledge and power is his cry for help; because without the magic he considers himself a boring person that doesn't deserve anything.

Let's not forget that Mystra has been canonically grooming him since he was a boy; everything you may find annoying about him is just a product of being dependet of Mystra his whole life and being groomed and manipulated into becoming the man Mystra wanted him to be; just for her to disregard him after getting disappointed *once*. Mystra is the abuser of his story that he so despretaly tries to cut off but can't; she is his whole life afterall (literally, since his powers only exist because of her and her weave)

I think it is kind of sad that some people disregard him as the annoying magical-boot-eater of the group even though there is so much to analyze about his personality.

In the end, he too is just a traumatized guy with issues that come from higher powered entities (similarly to every other companion in this game)

Now, after my rant I want to share with you these creepily glitched game-screenshots

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #baldurs gate gale #tav #bg3 screenshots #I am so obsessed with bg3 I've been thinking about this game for months now #stop gale slander

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sinvulkt · 3 months

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Did I Think That Out Loud? by SomeoneNamedGem

It's hard to keep secrets when you have a psychic tadpole in your head. Mild spoilers for Act One, but no further. Completed, 3.4k words.

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Astarion felt that pang again, the creeping hunger. It started as a dull ache, a throbbing one, ebbing and flowing but growing stronger and stronger over time until it was a sharp knife digging into his stomach. His mouth watered, his subconscious crying out at him to feed, feed, feed–to feast on the sumptuous meal that lay before him. “Stop it.” Despite his best efforts at self-control, Astarion could only watch helplessly as his hands reached out for the battered boots sitting on top of the crate, his stomach grumbling in hunger. “That’s not how it works!” He snatched up one boot, but was too slow to reach the other in time. Moving even faster than he, Shadowheart ripped the other boot away, dodging just under his grasping fingers. Astarion hissed at her, and she hissed back. He could see the same ravening hunger that he felt distort her features. “Seriously, it’s not funny. That’s not how it works, and you’re all taking the piss.” Astarion began to chew on the edge of the boot, trying to digest the delicious magic he could feel within. “Give me that!” Gale snapped, ripping the boot out of Astarion’s hands before trying to tear the other one away from Shadowheart. She writhed around it protectively like a snake tightening its coils around its prey. “Guys, I don’t literally eat magic items!” Gale distracted Shadowheart with a brief minor illusion, manifesting a large magical apple to draw her eyes away. “I just consume the essence of the Weave inside them, and it doesn’t feel like literal hunger!” “You say that while holding the most delicious pair of boots I’ve ever seen,” Astarion said. “And I’m bloody starving because of that hunger you’re projecting into my tadpole.” “Again, that’s not how it works!” Gale shouted in exasperation, finally managing to rip the enchanted footwear free from Shadowheart’s grip. “I’m not projecting anything of the sort.” “I’m pretty sure it is,” Shadowheart said. “Listen, you can even hear my stomach growling.” “If you’re not literally eating magic items,” Astarion said. “Then why do they disappear when you’re done with them? Hmm? Can you explain that?” “It’s because the mundane material discorporates once the enchantment–shut up! It’s because of the Weave!” “Suuure,” Karlach said in between mouthfuls of bent iron from the magic shield she was currently chewing on. “Now hurry up and eat those boots, boot-eater, so I can stop chewing on this thing.”

#fragments of imagination #ao3 #fic rec #fanfic snippet #fanfiction #fanfic #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3

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womblegrinch · 4 years

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The Passing of the Forest - A Lament for the Children of Tane by William Pember Reeves

I first read this forty years ago in a copy of Laing & Blackwell’s Flora of New Zealand. It is still one of my favourite poems and, given the bushfires in Australia, I hope it makes you think of the loss.

The Passing of the Forest

All glory cannot vanish from the hills. Their strength remains, their stature of command O'er shadowy valleys that cool twilight fills For wanderers weary in a faded land; Refreshed when rain-clouds swell a thousand rills, Ancient of days in green old age they stand, Though lost the beauty that became Man's prey When from their flanks he stripped the woods away.

But thin their vesture now, the trembling grass, Shivering and yielding as the breeze goes by, Catching quick gleams and scudding shades that pass, As running seas reflect a windy sky. A kinglier garb their forest raiment was From crown to feet that clothed them royally, Shielding the secrets of their streams from day Ere the deep, sheltering woods were hewn away.

Well may these brooding, mutilated kings, Stripped of the robes that ages weaved, discrowned, Draw down the clouds with soft-enfolding wings And white, aerial fleece to wrap them round, To hide the scars that every season brings, The fire's black smirch, the landslip's gaping wound, Well may they shroud their heads in mantle grey Since from their brows the leaves were plucked away!

Gone is the forest's labyrinth of life, Its clambering, thrusting, clasping, throttling race, Creeper with creeper, bush with bush at strife, Struggling in silence for a breathing space; Below, a realm with tangled rankness rife, Aloft, tree columns in victorious grace. Gone the dumb hosts in warfare dim; none stay; Dense brake and stately trunk have passed away.

Gone are those gentle forest-haunting things, Eaters of honey, honey-sweet in song, The tui and the bell-bird—he who rings That brief, rich music we would fain prolong, Gone the wood pigeon's sudden whirr of wings, The daring robin all unused to wrong, Ay, all the friendly friendless creatures. They Lived with their trees and died and passed away.

Gone are the flowers. The kowhai like ripe corn, The frail convolvulus, a day-dream white, The dim-hued passion-flower for shadows born, The fragrant orchid pallid in green night, The blood-red rata strangling trees forlorn Or with exultant crimson fiery-bright Painting the sombre gorges, and that fay The starry clematis are all away!

Lost is the resinous, sharp scent of pines, Of wood fresh cut, clean-smelling, for the hearth, Of smoke from burning logs in wavering lines Softening the air with blue, of brown, damp earth And dead trunks fallen among coiling vines, Slow-mouldering, moss-coated. Round the girth Of the green land the wind brought vale and bay Fragrance far-borne now faded all away.

Lost is the sense of noiseless sweet escape From dust of stony plain, from sun and gale, When the feet tread where quiet shadows drape Dark stems with peace beneath a kindly veil. No more the pleasant rustlings stir each shape, Creeping with whisperings that rise and fail Through glimmering lace-work lit by chequered play Of light that danced on moss now burned away.

Gone are the forest tracks where oft we rode Under the silvery fern fronds, climbing slow Through long green tunnels, while hot noontide glowed And glittered on the tree-tops far below.

There in the stillness of the mountain road We just could hear the valley river flow With dreamy murmur through the slumbering day Lulling the dark-browed woods now passed away.

Fanned by the dry, faint air that lightly blew We watched the shining gulfs in noonday sleep Quivering between tall cliffs that taller grew Above the unseen torrent calling deep, Till like a sword cleaving the foliage through The waterfall flashed foaming down the steep, White, living water, cooling with its spray Soft plumes of curling fern now scorched away.

The axe bites deep. The rushing fire streams bright; Swift, beautiful and fierce it speeds for Man, Nature's rough-handed foeman, keen to smite And mar the loveliness of ages. Scan The blackened forest ruined in a night, A sylvan Parthenon that God will plan But builds not twice. Ah, bitter price to pay For Man's dominion—beauty swept away!

#New Zealand poetry

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alpacalamamama · 4 months

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“The moment Gale was alone he let his illusion drop, the false form melting off like tar.

His journal manifested in his hands, summoned from the ever growing void located in his chest.

It flipped itself open to the last page he had been writing in; notes on the eye and tendrils of Karsite weave that sprouted from his back.

The eye kept freely looking around before the rest of him caught up. At times, it seemed to move without his conscious input. The weave tendrils too, moved around with what seemed to be a will of their own. The charges he was undergoing both equally parts fascinated and frightened him.

What frightened him the most, though, was when the void in his chest communicated with him, overwhelming him with emotions and thoughts that were not his own.

Each time, it demanded to be fed, to be given the chance to grow.”

#so I’m like really normal about gale being a lil fucked up and not 100% human anymore #I didn’t plan on doing this much I was just thinking of doing something based off of #‘gale. why do you have claws?’#which lead to this #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #my art #baldurs gate 3 #fan art #eldritch gale #weave eater gale

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