#Council of Wyrms

[oldschoolfrp]

It's good to be the king. It's better to be a dragon-mage clan lord. (Arnie Swekel pencils and design, and Glen Angus ink, from Council of Wyrms, AD&D 2e boxed set with rules and unique campaign setting for playing dragons as PCs, written by Bill Slavicsek, TSR, 1994)

#D&D #Dungeons & Dragons #Arnie Swekel #Glen Angus #dragon #Council of Wyrms #Bill Slavicsek #dnd #fantasy #fantasy art #gold dragon #dragon hoard #treasure hoard #treasure #half dragon #D&D 2e #AD&D 2e #TSR #Dungeons and Dragons #1990s

[vintagerpg]

Council of Wyrms (1994) is a D&D campaign setting that ponders the question, “What if dungeons WITH dragons?”

This is a unique campaign setting, a string of islands where dragons of all kinds (metallic, chromatic and gemstone) live apart from the world. In the past, they warred ceaselessly on each other, but recently they have founded a sort of democracy (the titular council, which I can’t help but read as making fun of the 1521 Diet of Worms in some inscrutable way). They did this in order to deal with the incursion of pesky human dragonslayers who were systematically eradicating them (there is also maybe some unintentional metaphor regarding the idea of external enemies being necessary for social stability, but maybe I am reading in too much).

Players take the role of dragons! They can also be half-dragons, or the servitors of dragons, but why would you do that when you can play a dragon? This arrangement reminds me of a sort of summer blockbuster version of Ars Magica for some reason.

Dragons! It really is a mind-boggling thing to realize it took two decades before someone came up with the idea of actually playing the dragons (that someone was Bill Slavicsek, who previously work on the West End Games Star Wars RPG, a fact that brings a lot of context to this project, I think). I have to say, the rules for playing dragons are suitably muscular. I suspect this flavor of D&D is extremely cathartic and freeing. At least for a while. Staying power aside, this is a richly realized box set, which was a surprise when I actually sat down to sift through it — I always thought on some level that it was an elaborate practical joke.

Perhaps realizing this sort of high-powered play would rapidly loose its charm, this was the only Council of Wyrms product, one of very few stand-alone products in the 2e era. It was released later as a hardcover “campaign option,” but that is essentially the same material.

#RPG #TTRPG #Tabletop RPG #roleplaying game #D&D #Dungeons & Dragons #Council of Wyrms

[lord-soth-dk]

#dungeons and dragons #council of wyrms

[basementofthearchmage]

What's your favorite lesser loved D&D setting?

#DnD #dungeons and dragons #dnd setting #mystara #birthright #hollow world #kara tur #red steel #thunder Rift #council of wyrms

[zitasaurusrex]

So I am once again reading (very slowly) through the Council of Wyrms setting from AD&D 2e and I just

I just need someone to know

That these are the Io's Blood Islands, the setting, right?

It's an island chain. It's cold at the top and hot at the bottom. How big do you think it is?

I don't know how big I thought it was, but here's how big it is (rotated to fit.)

I don't even know where I'm going with this it's just

Large....

#dungeons & dragons #council of wyrms #zita posts #bruh #iirc it's 3875 miles from north to south

[wellthebardsdead]

Urag: Arch mage Deneth did try dressing him in traditional dunmer garb when he was younger but he was so clumsy he kept tripping over the fabric.

Wyrm: *from behind the door* i-i was not! It was too big on me!!!

Nerevar: *looks at urag* was it?

Urag: *shakes his head chuckling* we hemmed it up to his mid shins to be safe and he still tripped over it.

Voryn: all done! *opens the door and ushers Wyrm out*

Wyrm: *dressed in a flowy pretty hanfu in the colours of house sotha, visibly pouting* I hate it.

Nerevar: Hate it?! You look great!

Wyrm: *fidgets his arm aggressively before nearly ripping the sleeve to get his hand free* it’s too bulky and flappy and itchy and I hate it!!

Voryn: okay okay we’ll try the more fitted one now. *pats his hair and turns him around gently ushering him back into his room*

Wyrm: *takes one step and instantly face plants into the floor* …Just let me be naked.

#sensory problems #I love wearing hanfu but I hate layering #I feel so bulky and some brocades are so itchy and the silk can be so irritating too #and yet I still headcanon young rich dunmer swan about in them until they reach marital age or join the council #Wyrm dragonborn #nerevar #voryn dagoth

[dragongirlkisser]

ujhhskljgs ough ooohhh i think i hauve covid

#dragon #ad&d #text is from council of wyrms

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Ad&D - Campaign Option: Council of Wyrms Setting Cover Art by Gerald Brom

#Advanced Dungeons & Dragons #AD&D #Dungeons and Dragons #Dungeons & Dragons #D&D #Campaign Option: Council of Wyrms #Covers #Cover Art #Dragon #Fantasy #Art #Gerald Brom

[motherswrath]

xarentia’s distaste for the bronze flight ( responsible for the timeways ) is so palpable, shoutout to the poor representative that has to sit in the same room as the big momma empress who could eat them alive like a little snack. 

#I rlly gotta work on more NPCs #I def want an elder wyrm on the bronze council that's just. #not necessarily mellow; but doesn't have the jitters like many others have. #one that recognizes they're useful to xarentia and she's too smart to remove them. #just a very ''this is the state of the world now & this is our duty''. #❛ ♛ ❙ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 . #❛ ♛ ❙ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ∕ history ‘pon her spine like a book .

[oldschoolfrp]

Up and away to Cloud City, in search of the "Sleeping Dragon" (Peter Clarke cover for Dungeon 48, July/August 1994, featuring the silver dragon player character Agoron Cloudwalker and his elf kindred Larala Firstleaf, from Bill Slavicsek's AD&D adventure for his own Council of Wyrms setting)

#D&D #Dungeons & Dragons #Peter Clarke #dragon #Dungeon magazine #Council of Wyrms #Bill Slavicsek #silver dragon #dragon rider #mountains #aerial encounter #Sleeping Dragon #1990s #D&D 2e #AD&D 2e #dnd #Dungeons and Dragons

[certifiedskywalker]

She Keeps Me Warm - Rhaenyra Targaryen

nyrathecruel asked: Could I request Rhaenyra x handmaiden!reader where they’re drawn to each other from the moment they meet and bond over their mutual trust issues regarding losing loved ones while slowly falling in love on Dragonstone? Like Nyra is cold and distant with everyone else, hesitant to let anyone in, but she just clicks with reader and whenever they’re alone, Nyra just melts and goes all soft, all affectionate touches and sweet nicknames and tender looks? (Two of my fav nicknames she’d call reader are: my little one, and Perzītsos (little flame) Maybe even a bit of soft smut, though it doesn’t have to be smut if you’re not comfortable

Anonymous asked: Could you do a Rhaenyra x fem stark reader pls :)

A/N: I had TWO IDEAS for these requests! So stay tuned for another fic publishing soon!

They were not well-kept secrets, Daemon’s unsavory proclivities. So, in turn, Rhaenyra went to neither effort to hide her misery nor how you, a simple handmaiden from the North, seemed to be its only remedy. 

“Enter, perzītsos. He has gone.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the low sound of Rhaenyra’s voice and you pulled your ever-listening ear from the ironwood door. Your hand, fumbling with the wiry giddiness of a lightning bolt, found the cool handle and pushed with a turn. Tongues of yellow and orange greeted you with licks of diminished warmth along with the sight of Rhaenyra, bathed in the same glow. She sat, body spread and extended over the plush armchair before the fireplace.

“Apologies, my Princess, I did not wish to intrude on-”

“What have I told you?” 

Her voice was low still, her eyes still fixed on the dwindling flames, as she addressed you. Heat rushed up to your face and washed down like the tides of the Narrow Sea. Your mouth opened slightly before you closed it, your muscles suddenly all-too-alive. Luckily, the Princess of Dragonstone, Heir to the Iron Throne, clarified. 

“You must call me Rhaenyra,” she turned to you then, light eyes darkened by the colors of fire and smiling softly. “I will not have you hiding behind formality or dutiful, Northern niceties.”

“Apologies,” you echoed, swallowing hard. “I did not wish to intrude on your lawful husband…having you.” 

Rhaenyra’s smile faded, ebbed into a flatline of stone sternness you recognized from meetings with the maester. “He left before dusk on Caraxes, an hour or so before by which I told you to arrive. There was no having of any sort.”

She moved to her feet then, her shoes knocking against the heated stone floor of her chambers as she approached you like the Blood Wyrm in her crimson gown. Her eyes were squinted slightly, focused on you, your face, reading how your eyes slowly widened with her every careful step. It was the same manner in which she approached you the first time: calculated, a predator eyeing prey. The lightning returned again, sending you into a brewing storm that culminated in Rhaenyra’s lips.

When she stood full before you, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the column of your neck. Your breath hitched immediately, and trepidation caught in your throat.

“Princess,” you whispered, though it sounded more like a gasp. Rhaenyra immediately pulled away from your neck, revealing her furrowed brow and playful scowl. “I still do not understand.”

“My perzītsos, what more is there to understand?” Her hands raced up the bodice of your gown to your neck. Her hands were warm dancing along your most sensitive skin. 

“Prince Daemon-” “Is off sowing dragonseed,” Rhaenyra said, though the ease with which she used the term alarmed you. “Just as my court remains adrift gathering council. All men, all cold, making me colder and I will not have that. I will have you.”

Rhaenyra pressed her lips back against your neck, closer to your jaw. You shivered again, your body knocking against hers instinctively, careening into her warmth. The tip of her nose tickled your skin as her lips went lower, nipping at your collarbone. Your hands rose to her waist, the whaleboning of her corset bodice. Beneath the fabric, you could feel her breathing grow more erratic. Your own breathing grew shallow with excitement, so much so that you pushed the Princess gently away. 

She gave you a worried look, her hands caressing your flushed cheek. “Do you not wish to have me?”

White hot, dragon fire panic shot through your veins. “No, no, I-”

But Rhaenyra was recoiling despite your manic clarification, already reigning in herself, her want. She was cooling into her hardened self, the soul sent off to Dragonstone by the eyes of the critical court in King’s Landing. You had seen it too many times before. How practiced Rhaenyra was as holding parts of herself back.

You reached out, just as she had, with your lips finding her neck first and your hands on her gowned hips. She was stiff under your touch but for a moment until she quickly melted into you as your mouth moved up. You pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek before pulling away, eager to see her pleased, unworried; eager to see the Rhaenyra she only seemed to show you.

“I don’t understand what it means,” you breathed out, not entirely knowing what you yourself meant, only that whatever it was made your heart sing.

Rhaenyra seemed to reach and read the most clouded part of your mind, obscured to even you. Her smile returned in glorious full and you felt your heart tickle in your chest. In turn, you felt your own lips quirk upwards, ready to swallow the newness of it all.

“You mean perzītsos?”

You nodded, unsure at first, but, sure in how it made Rhaenyra smile.

“Perzītsos. Little flame. You burn in me. You keep me warm,” Rhaenyra softened, then, her smile ebbing ever-so-slightly. “In the darkest moments, you keep me alive.”

Without wasting another second lost in the storm, you barreled through and crashed your lips into Rhaenyra’s. It felt like you were falling until you actually were as Rhaenyra pulled you down onto the silken sheets of her bed, and the rest was warm.

#game of thrones #got #house of the dragon #hotd #rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #targaryen #hotd imagine #hotd fanfiction #hotd imagines #hotd fanfictions #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon imagine #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen imagine #rhaenyra targaryen fanfiction #rhaenyra targaryen fanfic #rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra fanfiction #rhaenyra fanfic

[forgeofthenine]

would you write something for zevlor where him and his refugees make it to baldurs gate where they are not welcomed very nicely (word spread from elturel) and the daughter/niece of one of the dukes of the council of four steps in and gives them a warm welcome <3 congratulations on third place! it mustve been a great experience <3

Hi, here's just a lil fic. This was a cute idea for a fic and definitely gave me some things to think about while writing it. Thank you for the congratulations too :)

I would like to warn people that the reader in this is referred to as 'my lady' and a grand niece, but not otherwise gendered.

A Wyrms Crossing welcome

The rush of cold sea air meets your face as soon as you left the Elf Song, chilled wind rolling off the ocean and into the city in waves. Your fingers come to press against your temple as you step down the cobbled street, a headache having settled as soon as you stepped foot in that damned room. Hours of useless flaming fist questions didn't help. The crowds are bustling around you, children hawking papers and grifters putting on false magic shows that you easily ignore.

There's much on your mind, and yet you don't have the energy for any of it. The sun is too bright and the noises surrounding you too loud to let you focus. Thoughts swarm in your head as you let your feet lead you well away from a tavern you'd be happy never seeing again. It's only when you raise your head to gaze at Gortashs steel watchers that you realise you've trekked all the way across the city to a checkpoint, flooded with people and giant metal monstrosities.

A swarm of tieflings all stand at attention at the gates, just over a half dozen when you count the children too. There's one in particular that's stands out amongst them, arguing with the checkpoint guard despite the shaking in his hands. Shaking, that constant tremor, it's reminds you of her. Pushing the thought from your head you step forwards, the clack of your heels ringing out against the cobblestone streets. The guard turns from the tiefling then, dropping into a small bow at the mere sight of your approach, a polite "My lady" leaving his lips.

"At ease, guard. Might I find out why a half dozen tieflings are standing here debating with you?" Your eyebrow arches, trying to read the light nervousness on the guards face. He looks between you and the refugees for a moment, likely not seeing how the one he was arguing with perked up at your presence.

"The crossing is closed, my Lady. We aren't to let anyone through on Duke Gortashs orders, especially not without the assent of the steel watch-" He stops his pitiful explanation at a wave of your hand, watching intently as you now look to the refugees. They have deep, tired eyes, the lot of them are covered in bandages and rags for clothes. You wouldn't be surprised if they were all skin and bone under the dirty cloth.

"Never mind the watch, or the closed checkpoint." Your voice is clear as you turn back to the guard. "If Gortash has issue then he can take it up with me. The tieflings have permission to enter the city, by the authority of the Stelmane family." They all perk up when you mention 'permission', looking hopefull as you order the gate open for them. The guards give another bow before, reluctantly, opening the gate for the motley group.

The metal gives its own low groan of resistance before the gates finally swing open, revealing the packed dingy streets of Wyrms Crossing. Turning back to the group of refugees, you give them a small smile, waving them forwards and further into the city. "There's another checkpoint at the end of the crossing, I'll warn them to let you through."

You hear the chorus of assorted thank yous as the tieflings move further into the city, all of them smiling now that hope is back within reach. Soon, only the seeming leader of them hangs back with you, watching as the others excitedly sprawl across the streets. He clears his throat, looks down at his subtly shaking hands, and then turns back to you. "Thank you, on behalf of all of us. I quite honestly was wondering if this was where our journey would end."

The man's voice is low, gravely, and it sets a shiver running down your spine. Looking into his eyes again, suddenly he doesn't remind you so much of your great Aunt. Honestly, most of your thoughts don't matter anymore. "It's only the right thing to do, the group has children, and you look worse for wear." You motion to his shaking hands as he chuckles, obviously aware of the fact he looks quite hard done by. "Let me escort you into the city, I know some people who might be able to help with that." The offer is sweet, but said with a light tone of authority in your voice.

He bows his head lightly, responding in that same steady voice that instantly captures your attention. "It'd be a pleasure, my lady." He smiles, hesitating a moment before politely offering an arm. "And in the future I will do what I can to repay this kindness." He finishes, his arm firm around yours as you link them together, the light tremour still felt in his hand.

You know it will all draw attention, the grand niece of Duke Stelmane waltzing through the city with a tiefling refugee, but despite not knowing his name he's still the first person to make you feel alive since your aunt's death.

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #zevlor x you

[bladesmitten]

in the epilogue, you can be a grand duke alongside wyll 🥺

Wyll: I am Wyll Ravengard, Grand Duke of the Wyrm, Heart of the Gate. And there's another I'd like to nominate - Grand Duke of the coast, Doom of the Dead Three. Namely, I nominate you. Please say you'll accept.

Player: I accept. I will join you on the council as a Grand Duke.

Wyll: Then we've a reason to celebrate tonight twice over. Hail Grand Duke of the Coast, Doom of the Dead Three! The city's future looks brilliant indeed.

#.txt #baldur's gate 3 #wyll #wyll ravengard #bg3 spoilers #patch 5 #bg3 epilogue spoilers #*

[zitasaurusrex]

Council of Wyrms is fucking unplayable but I spend so much time thinking fondly about the idea of Council of Wyrms

#tabletop rpgs #dungeons & dragons #council of wyrms #zita posts

[suspiciousbluejay]

Random theories, head cannons and predictions for Roots of Chaos books

I have been rereading both "Priory of the Orange Tree" and "A day of Fallen Night" and have been noticing new things and creating my own theories and head cannons. I'm listing these theories from the ones I consider most likely to the lest likely/ones that have the least evidence.

1.) The Earl of Honeybrook (Kits dad) or one of his ancestors was a practitioner of sterren. Samantha Shannon has confirmed that Kabala's last words "beware the sweet water" refers to Kits family. At the beginning of the book its revealed that "The Earl of Honeybrook stood with the other members of the Virtues Council. He did not look troubled by the absence of his son, who he resembled in every way but the mouth, which never smiled.". We know that the use of Sterren affects offspring by making them look identical to the parent. I believe that at some point after A Day of Fallen Night when Kabala regained her strength she decided that she wanted a child to train but instead of taking another child from the priory she chose and Inysh child and taught them how to use sterren.

2.) There is a 4th Siden tree. In A day of Fallen Night, Wulf mentions rumours that there is a valley in the north beyond Hróth where the eversnow melts (I can't find the exact quote -sorry). I believe that this is because there is another siden tree located in this valley and the fire from the siden causes the snow to melt. Apart from this rumour this theory doesn't not have much proof in the book but I believe it because one of the major themes is balance and having 4 trees, one in each main location (North - Hroth, South - Lasia, West - Inys/Nurtha, East - Komoridu) makes sense from a narrative perspective. Also Samantha Shannon has hinted that later books will explore the Hurin in more detail and as we know that there are Hurin in the north beyond Hroth.

3.) The lacustrine legend of "The little shadow girl" will appear as a narrator character/a character in a future book and tells us that the balance of the universe has been disrupted before. The legend of the little shadow girl tells the story of a little girl who "‘In the time before the Great Sorrow, a fire-breather flew to the Empire of the Twelve Lakes and ripped the pearl from the throat of the Spring Dragon". We do not know how much before the great sorrow this legend takes place but as it features a wyrm it means that this wyrm is either the Nameless one (which is not likely as we know when the nameless one first appeared he stayed in the South) or a new wrym which we have never met. We also know that "As the Spring Dragon mourned for her pearl, a most unnatural winter fell over the land". This makes me think that in the very ancient times when the balance was disrupted a diffrent wyrm was created (possibly from one of the eastern volcano's instead of the Dreadmount) stole the pearl which either caused a "unnatural winter" or coincided with the times that sterren was in power (which caused the "unnatural winter"). I think that this legend will play a large role in a future book (possibly the very ancient book with Siati the Dreamer).

4.) The "Melancholy King" for who the "desert of unquiet dream" is named, was affected by sterren not a desert mirage. The king first sees the mirage when he is in his palace which is in the middle of a city. In real life mirages only tend to happen when you are in the middle of a desert not when you are in a city environment. Because of this and the Kings steadfast belief that he is in fact in a dream makes me believe that he was seeing an illusion created by someone using sterren. I don't know who or why someone would do this though.

#the roots of chaos #roots of chaos #the priory of the orange tree 2019 #the priory of the orange tree #a day of fallen night #Samantha Shannon #theorys

[astarionslittlejuicebox]

The Promise of Eternity (Epilogue)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Imagine: The reader helped Astarion ascend and became his spawn. After saving the world from the Elder brain and it’s destruction, the reader and Astarion set out to take on the world together. While he promised to never forget the gifts the reader has given him, Astarion has seemed to have changed his attitude towards the reader in the last century…. After someone breaks one of  Astarion’s rules, how will this affect the reader’s fate?

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery, mentions of murder

Word Count: 787

Imagine Series

Side Notes: 

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3.  Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

In this imagine series, Astarion is a bit more unemotionally unavailable, and this series will follow the decisions and consequences of that change. This is not canonically accepted and it is just an idea I’ve had in my head! (I do believe Astarion might truly care for the reader after Ascension, but that is open to individual interpretation.)

In this series, TAV is mildly based on my first character I played in BG3; she is a drow and I will make references to her in her background and knowledge as well. I do apologize that it is not 100% your own imagine, but the name for TAV is up to you as well as anything else that I can think of leaving to you, the reader, to decide.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV - 20 years later

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it! The new Duke and Duchess of Baldur’s Gate are crowned today at noon!” A newspaper boy shouted as he held up a copy of Baldur’s Mouth in the air. Astarion and I walked hand-in-hand past the newspaper boy, in disguise as a human couple. “Read more about the former Duke’s charges and scandals on page two!” We continued our leisure stroll towards Wyrm’s Crossing, where our crowning would take place in an hour. 

It had been two decades since Ahriman and Hiedra had been dealt with, and Astarion and I were flourishing. About two years ago, after Astarion landed a position on the former Duke’s council, he had implemented and begun a societal change to how the city of Baldur’s Gate operated. Under his advice, the economy and people of Baldur’s Gate began to thrive; however, before the former Duke could claim victory with Astarion’s policies, someone had revealed to a source at Baldur’s Mouth of some…misdeeds the Duke had done over his decade-long rule. (I would say thanks to whomever did such a task, but let’s just say that disguise self is quite the useful spell.) Ultimately, this information caused the citizens of Baldur’s Gate to revolt, and they elected Astarion as their new ruler.

Of course, we had done more than just improve the economy of Baldur’s Gate. I was a prominent figure in the community for funding free public education that was actually teaching the children to thrive in the world. Tutors were provided to help those who struggled, and higher education was provided with no cost to those who sought it. Vocational training for those who wanted to work in construction and other careers was also free to those interested.

Another project of mine in the city was the construction of a community based shelter, where you were provided with the necessary tools to help those in need get on their own. The shelter provided housing and food until you found a stable job and could afford a house. Part of this project entailed building affordable homes that anyone could easily buy. 

These programs, and many others Astarion and I implemented together, enabled the city to expand and thrive. Hence when the former Duke got caught using the city’s taxes to fund his own interests, the citizens decided that the couple who cared about the city deserved to rule it.

An hour later I stood proudly next to Astarion with a crown on my head as he kneeled before the former Duke’s general placed a sword on both of his shoulders.

“By the power invested in me, I name you Duke of Baldur’s Gate.” A roar erupted from the crowd as a crown was placed upon the curly white hair of my beloved vampire. He stood up tall and looked at the crowd who had gathered to see him before he looked at me. He reached a hand out to me, which I happily took and smiled back at him.

“Citizens of Baldur’s Gate,” Astarion’s voice echoed in the hall with authority, and the room fell silent. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at me, and I knew he was enjoying every minute of this moment. “I am beyond proud to be the one you have all voted to be your Duke. But, I would not be where I am today without the help of my gorgeous wife, (TAV’s name), who is now your Duchess.” The crowd erupted into cheers, which were silenced when Astarion raised a hand. “Shall we hear a speech from our Duchess?” He raised an eyebrow at me as the crowd began to chant.

“Speech! Speech! Speech!” I raised a hand and rolled my eyes at Astarion.

“Citizens of Baldur’s Gate, I am deeply honored to bear such a title as Duchess. I vow to each and every one of you that my work here in the city will continue as before: I will continue to improve the education system, provide housing and job opportunities to all, and—most importantly—I will continue to be a humble and gracious leader to you all. Thank you for placing your faith in us.” Astarion and I bowed to the crowd, who erupted in celebration. 

“Now, who is ready to celebrate?” Astarion and I asked as we straightened up. Sharing a knowing smile between us, Astarion led me by the arm into the crowd as we took our first steps as Duke and Duchess of Baldur’s Gate.

There is nothing in this world that we can’t do and no one who can stop us. Astarion’s words echoed in my head as we mingled with the crowd. We are truly the most powerful people in the world.

#astarion imagine #astarion x reader #baldursgate3 #baldursgate3imagine #ascended astarion #the promise of eternity