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iamthunderhearmehowl · 5 months

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BG3 AU Circle of Decay: Dammon Headcannons

hey hi it's me, again, currently dying from food poisoning at 1am

So I was sitting in my office thinking about how much I love this Tiefling and I realized. . . . .as a character you probably never want to hear that from ANY writer, because that means you'll get emotional damage for breakfast.

🌟 These headcannons are for a BG3 AU called "Circle of Decay", all the content for this AU can be found here -> (Link)

General

So we all know that Dammon and Karlach are kind of an item/ its kind of like puppy love - that being said, I dont think the game eludes to it being more than that

BELIEVE ME I WANT THAT TO HAPPEN - ahem - but in this AU it does not happen

Karlach is so busy that Dammon is just doing his own thing and perfecting his craft - he's not the best blacksmith in Faerune for no reason, and while I'm sure he would wait on her - people just be on different paths, you know?

While his main shop is in Baulder's Gate - he will ocassionally go to the rebuilt town of what was once the shadowfell realm - to sell and work on more items

Since the town's form of payment is primarily services and goods and not money - he does get some pretty sweet kickbacks and of course clients who can pay will get their armor and weapons done at a faster rate

His blacksmithing there is not permenant - they just needed someone with services there every once in a while until the town could officially get their own. Think of it as his 2nd base, his vacation forge, 2nd store location if you will.

The Night They Met

When he met Faeryl - the man was like Oh Shit

The poor girl was half naked / covered in blood and hyperventaliting in the corner of his forge

"I'm so sorry. Please don't freak out. I didn't have anywhere else to hide and I don't want my father knowing. "

He asks her if he should grab the local healer and she quickly responds "No. Please don't. The locals already don't like me and they especially won't after this. I don't want to give my father anymore grief "

He brings her a blanket and a dish with warm water and a rag. He kindly asks if he can clean up the cuts and wounds on her back

As he wipes the blood off of her right shoulder he's almost taken aback - The Symbol of House Vandree is branded there in her skin.

"Please don't tell anyone" she's almost crying. He calms her down and assures he wont - perhaps he could walk her home.

"Where are you staying at? I could deliver you to your father"

"Oh. Yeah I'm staying at the old MoonRise Towers "

"Oh you and your father are staying with Halsin?"

"Uh haha technically? Halsin IS my father"

"Oh you must be one of the adopted children"

"I wish. I would've had a less traumatic childhood. Also, I'm 90 years old - so I'm not a child"

Dammon just looks at her for a second. His brain is malfunctioning. It's currently in the endless loading screen circle and playing weird dial up noises. "I didn't know Halsin had biological children"

"Yeah neither did he, nor I - Quiet frankly when that weird mummy said something I thought he was playing a joke"

"But. . . you're drow? Also you have the marking of House Vandree - one of their slaves?"

"Wow you look more confused and scared than I am, and I'm the one who just accidently murdered a family of deer. Look, It's a long, long story. I also hate to ask this - but I'm not too keen on heading back home and getting a lecture"

Dammon aggrees to let her stay for the rest of the evening - only walking her home after all the villager's had fallen alseep and gotten over the commotion of finding deer entrails near town

He does want an explanation of what all is going on if she's going to stay - so she spills everything.

He seems to be charmed by her - she's wrapped herself up in the blanket and has curled up on a cushion next to the fire. The cup of tea he's given her looks so large in her hands

Since that day - she visits him in the morning to bring him honey buns, cinnamon rolls, etc. More or less it's an excuse to see him.

Faeryl ends up visiting him in the middle of the night every so often when she can't sleep - he's normally up still working anyways

Emotional Damage Headcannons

Faeryl does NOT initally tell him that she's pregnant with is child - she's in disbelief. As far as she knew she couldn't conceive - Fey'ri are normally born when Sun Elves and Tieflings interbred.

As far as she knows she was Drow/Wood Elf - it never occured to her that she had Sun Elf in her blood, although she does have noble blood

One day he notices that Faeryl hasn't come to visit in about 2 days - which was unusual

He heads to Halsin's home to see if she's okay; Mol, Arabella, Halsin, and Greta are all in the kitchen looking STRESSED

They explain that Malice and Alistair came for her and took her back home to Menzobarranzan - forcefully - they fucking just kidnapped her and threatened to slaughter the whole town; she didn't have a choice

Halsin is pacing - worried, he explained that she can't hide her belly for long. It's already starting to show a little bit

Dammon is like "Um what?!"

Gretta sits him down at the table "She hasn't told you? She's carrying your babe."

If he were standing up his knees wouldve buckled and he wouldve hit the ground

The man wants to grab a sword and run towards the underdark - but Mol stops him and points out that hes NOT a fighter (MF ACT 2 WAS SO STRESSFUL BECAUSE HE KEPT WANTING TO JOIN IN ON THE FIGHTS AND HIS ASS KEPT DYING - I RELOADED LIKE 17 TIMES)

If House Vandree were to find out that they have a possible Fey'ri in their possession it's over - they're killing her and taking the babe. The child would be the perfect killing machine - Infernal Blood, Noble Blood, Magic Abilities

Eventually it plays out to where they do get a hold of Dammon and force him to forge Armor for House Vandree (for an upcoming war)

they only allow him to see Faeryl for a mere few minutes before they tear them apart

Anyways - that's all i have for tonight <3 I am currently in the process of writing some scripts to voice act so stay tuned for that.

#bg3 #bg3 halsin #bg3 fanfic idea #bg3 fanfiction #bg3-headcannons #bg3 headcanons #baulders gate 3 #bg3 mol #bg3 au #baulder's gate 3 au #bg3 dammon #bg3 arabella #bg3 oc #bg3 tav #bg3 ocs

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featherwurm · 12 days

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Sometimes I need something extremely spesific so I have to be the one to make it. Today I give you kendo champion Lae'zel because the thought wouldn't leave me alone.

#lae'zel #BG3 #baulders gate 3 #Modern AU #Kendo #Art #personal #sketch #color

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littlejuicebox · 4 months

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Another random bit of drabble that popped into my head. An AU where Tav is a druid and Astarion is a Baldur’s Gate Magistrate, tasked with overseeing the seizure of Emerald Grove.

I don’t know that I will have the power/desire/energy to turn this into an actual fic at any point but damn it’s a good plot!

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It was highly unusual for the grove to receive visitors.

The announcement had come just after breakfast. One of the young scouts rushed into your quarters unannounced, eyes widened in panic.

“Archdruid Octavia, there are several cavalrymen at the front entrance, demanding to speak to the elders of the grove!” The youngling exclaims, pulling anxiously at the front of his robes.

“Calm down, dear one.” You murmur, lifting your gaze from the tome you’d been studying, “Has someone notified Archdruid Halsin?”

“Yes, the other scouts are all there at the front with Master Halsin. He asked me to fetch you.” The scout responds hurriedly, “There are about twenty five cavalrymen and one carriage. They refused to leave and threatened to break down the gate if they did not have an audience with the elders.”

You furrow your brow and stand. Perhaps this was more serious than you’d initially thought. It wasn’t unusual to see a few soldiers pass by the grove, but more than a dozen would surely be cause for concern.

You follow after the young scout, and up the stone steps of the grove. By the time you arrive at the front entrance, nearly every druid in your compound is gathered behind your mountain of a leader.

You push your way through the crowd and toward Halsin. A quick examination of his face reveals he’s bearing an uncharacteristic grimace and furrowed eyebrows. His hands are balled into tight, massive fists, one of which is clutching a scroll of parchment. You have known the other druid for more than a lifetime; it’s quite unusual to see him so tense.

This cannot be good.

Halsin’s eyes are focused on a well-dressed High Elf with perfectly coiffed silver hair. The smaller elf seems so out of place in the wilds, with his heavily embroidered doublet and dark leather boots that have probably never touched unpaved earth until this very moment. You almost laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

The stranger is eyeing the First Druid with a cocky smirk on his face, red eyes glimmering in some sort of entertained delight. Your nose wrinkles in distaste as you assess this unwelcome visitor. You quickly decided that you hate this man. You’re sure the pompous High Elf wouldn’t look nearly as smug if he didn’t have the force of two dozen cavalrymen standing behind him.

And then the arrogant man speaks, and you decide that you loathe him.

“As the declaration states, you have three months to vacate the grove. Should you have any further questions, I will be staying at the only inn around here. It’s located in that sorry excuse for a village, not more than a mile north; I have been charged by Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard to oversee the smooth transfer of this land to the city of Baldur’s Gate, so I shall remain there until this is all over. Ask for Astarion.” The silver-haired elf states, his tone oozing with an air of superiority, “Now, my men and I shall be off.”

Astarion turns and one of the escorts opens the door to the carriage, which he climbs into without even a glance behind him. Then the cavalry is off, headed in the direction of the aforementioned village.

Halsin watches the parade leave the premise in stony silence. Then he turns around, eyeing the crowd of druids in frustration.

“Don’t you all have work to do?!” His thunderous voice roars out to the others, causing even you to jump in shock. Everyone else rushes out of the First Druid’s line of sight as he stomps away from the gate. You trail behind the Wood Elf, brow furrowed.

“Halsin, what is going on? What did that elf mean, vacate the grove?” You ask, running an anxious hand through your hair.

Halsin shoves the crumpled scroll at you with a huff, “This isn’t good, Tav. The cities of Elturel and Baldur’s Gate have formed an alliance. They are demanding we relinquish our rights to this land.”

You hurriedly read the scroll, heart pounding in your chest with so much force that you think it may actually explode. Emerald Grove is the only home you’ve ever known; you cannot fathom life any other way in any other place.

“Can they really do this, Hal?” You ask, voice cracking with worry. You finally lift your gaze to the Archdruid, and the defeated look on his face causes tears to well in your eyes. If the greatest druid you’ve ever known is already this hopeless, then you already fear the worst.

Halsin sighs and closes his eyes; you know he must be praying to the Oak Father for wisdom and peace in this moment. Then he focuses on you once again, voice low and unsure, “I don’t know if they have the rights, Octavia. But what I do know is that if the force of two cities’ militaries are upon us… we will have no choice. I must meditate on this matter further; please excuse me.”

You watch as the First Druid walks away, no doubt headed to his favorite meditation spot by the Chionthar. You look down at the scroll still in your hands, re-read it once more, and then tear the pompous piece of parchment in two before tossing it into the dirt.

Halsin could meditate all he wanted, but you were going to smite that stupid silver-haired bastard.

#baulders gate 3 #astarion x tav #baulders gate astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion fic #bg3 fanfiction #baulders gate tav #bg3 fanfic idea #astarion x reader #astarion x you #halsin x astarion x tav #halsin x tav #bg3 alternate universe #baldur’s gate 3 #Baldur’s gate 3 au

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ask-dcf · 7 months

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Baulder’s Beans

The two adult beans playing some Baulder’s Gate 3 and having witnessed the funny elf vampire react to being put on stage. This just a funny little mini side thing I’ll have done once in a while as I play the game in my off time. Plus with it being Charisktober I thought I at least give something for the couple playing games together. (Also lol I just realized the Goat Monster symbol on the laptop *wheeze*)

Art by @xjunjox

#undertale #datatale #datatale au #frisk #chara #charisk #ask blog #ask dcf #adult frisk #adult chara #art #comic #dnd #baulders gate 3 #astarion

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sincerelywhistler · 7 months

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The Alchemist

Buried deep within the woods— where the wind whispers poems and where the trees have eyes— lies a peculiar apothecary...

Once a highly respected healer amongst the townsfolk, a dark secret unearthed left Weston banished from the public. Practicing such obscure and arcane magic in the name of saving lives has proven to come with one hell of a price tag. A plague of the mind, madness festers like an open wound, eating away at the person who the alchemist once was before ever crossing paths with such denounced practices. It’s all a blur nowadays; sometimes down is up and right is left. Sometimes patients don’t look like people.

Only the curious, the desperate, and the foolish seek out the alchemist’s arcane modalities of healing, should the spirits of the forest permit them to even try…

(1/3 of the Fantasy AU Redactedsonas! basically just my DND character atp)

#original character #redacted audio #redacted asmr #fantasy #fantasy au #redactedsona #dnd #dungeons and dragons #he is literally a lunatic #been real inspired by #baulders gate 3 #sincerelywhistler #artificer

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mahiiimahiiii · 27 days

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Crocus: snippet!

A/n: here's a snippet from my current wip! It is multi chaptered so I'm trying to give you more of a tasty long form fiction.

The caves themselves were humid, scattered with small waterfalls and clay bricks of faded colors. Ferns, moss and purple flowers grew from spigots of water and areas that drew a lot of moisture. You say down a moment near one of the spigots, refilling your canteen. You wet a cloth under the water and wiped the sweat from your brow. You decided that now, a better time than any, was good for a snack. You pulled out a wedge of cheese, a pack of pickled fish and a chunk of bread. The cheese spread like butter, it was spiced, and tastes like your mother's mephistar cooking. You layered it with chunky and salty pieces of bone-free tuna. A pretty shitty meal at best but one that will keep you going for a while The sound of padded paws and jingling bells graces your ears, a tressym spotted like a tortoiseshell cat came into view, it grimaced at the scent of the fish.

You broke off a bit of the clean bread and offered it to the cat. She scarfed it down and began to kick her leg like a chicken drumstick.

"That fish wont sustain you for much, you know." The cat stated pointedly, her eyes scrunched close in concentration.

The packing supplies rattled slightly as you put them away, doing a small Jump in surprise.

"I'm well aware, this was a snack before I scout out a place to camp."

"Camp?!" The cat scoffed, "my friend runs a small inn nearby, he'll be happy to have guests. We have them more often in the winter during a specific ceremony for worshipers of Silvanus escorting their friends into hibernation. "

"But I'm here to find-"

"Nonsense, a cup of tea will clear your head, whatever you're finding will make sense after a good night sleep."

The cat brushed herself along your legs.

You stood up, following her into the depths of the maze, eventually the cracked and sandy floor turned into a smooth rock brick. The art was newer in the walls, possibly done by previous worshippers. A sign that looked like the same green kettle settled on a beam of a building built into an alcove Your fingers brushes against the wood of the doorframe, the rest of the village that peered off the balcony below into the depths of the underdark bustled and hummed. The cat found a plush cushion at the desk, small keys hung behind her, as well as rows of books. The floor was aged wood, cracks filled in with dark cool clay. The room was open air, with small lanterns filled with enchanted candles filled with spices. The tressym stretches, nipping at an enchanted pen and stamping her own paw in ink, marking down in a book.

"Name?" She asked.

"Uhm.. Li'ia Obbon."

"Your room will be number 6”.

"That is very generous of you " you grasp at the key floating towards you

"First night is free alongside the baths, you will have to pay for food though."

"Oh- that's quite the lovely deal."

The cat herself shrugged, "we have a lot passing through, we simply offer better services for those staying longer- as good will be a more 'on-the house' thing as you're paying for it with room and board."

You Hum in acknowledgement, the tressym cleans her paws in water and dries them on a towel nearby.

"I suggest you have a bath before the master wakes, he takes a while."

"He is nocturnal?" You tilt your head, slightly fascinated.

"Only until recently. Then he had a late-night reading session, and it went downhill from there."

"Thank you for the tip." The keys are heavy in your hand as you hiked up the stairs, your pack weighing heavily on your back. The hall was of the same cool wood, filled with dark clay. The key slotted into the hole and turned, revealing a large room with upwards windows bright beams of the lowering sun flooded the room.

#bg3 #baulders gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #fanfic #snippet #gale x reader #gale x oc #gale x tav #gale #au gale #au bg3 #minotaur #tara #tara the tressym #bg3 wip #wips

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pandoradoesotherstuff · 6 months

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Halloween AU (kinda)

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A/N: Just a lil fic of "What would the main party members of Baldur's Gate 3 think of Halloween". Also there's no story spoilers what so ever, hooray!

Enjoy! 🎃🖤

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Astarion

"Why of course I have a costume darling, is it not obvious? I'm a vampire, how much more scary can I be?"

Ends up with more candy than he started with when he was supposed to be handing it out. You suspect his sweet tooth might have something to do with it.

Tells great "scary stories" around the campfire at night, which are weirdly descriptive. You start to wonder if they're more fact than fiction.

Gale

Has more fun reading up on ancient Halloween traditions, myths, and origins than anything else.

Manipulates the weave to decorate the camp with translucent spectres that swoop overhead.

Has a suspicious amount of capes and outfits for his beloved tressym, Tara.

His campfire story going on too long until Lae'Zel threatens to silence him...permanently.

Karlach

Absolutely adores Halloween.

Would 100% give herself a stomach ache from eating too much candy.

Sad that she can't hug all the adorable kids in their fun costumes. Instead makes up for it by giving them too much candy.

Keeps giggling during the ghost stories.

Lae'Zel

Cannot wrap her mind around the concept of Halloween. "Why are children encouraged to be frightened? In my crèche I would have slain the other frightened children before they had a chance to draw their weapons. "

Pretends to hate candy but somehow all of Shadowheart's chocolate caramels mysteriously dissappear during the night.

Enthusiastically tells battle tales round the campfire because "real events are much more gratifying than made up nonsense".

Shadowheart

"I don't remember celebrating Halloween before, Lady Shar doesn't care for such frivolities."

Keeps pointing out inconsistencies in the ghost stories until Gale suggests a silencing spell.

Insists she's not interested in candy until the peanut butter cups make an appearance.

Discovers a joy in leaping out at the others to scare them, Astarion especially.

Wyll

Loves Halloween for the sheer joy it brings kids.

Surpringly not a fan of candy, so he gives his share to Karlach. Who more than happily accepts.

Watches from a distance as the other tell ghost stories. He's had enough real life horror to last a life time, thank you very much.

Isn't easily spooked, much to Shadowheart's annoyance. But it doesn't stop her from trying.

#baulders gate 3 #bg3 #laezel #astarion #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #karlach #gale of waterdeep #halloween #halloween au

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oatmealkitty · 3 months

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Here's some gay lesbian but DND to make up for no page today. We're falling behind a bit due to many things so I'm stalling a but so we can catch up to a comfortable page number huehue.

Also, I told you I would post this when ready, rusher uwu

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somethingsteff · 4 months

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Wip tag game! Careful I Bite me has ALL of my attention!! What can you feed me from this?

Side note: I am so excited for you to be participating in fandom like this and am jumping up and down and cheering you on!!!!

Ahhhhhh, you're too kind!

Careful, I Bite will be a modern roommates au where Anakin is a gamer and Obi-Wan very much isn't. But they still hang out together while Anakin plays video games, so to help get Obi-Wan more engaged in Anakin's run-through of Baldur's Gate 3 he makes an Obi-Wan character and lets real Obi-Wan make the dialogue decisions while he plays the combat parts. When it gets time for Anakin to have Game Obi-Wan seduce an NPC, Real Obi-Wan picks Astarion (my favorite) and things progress from there for Anakin and Real Obi-Wan. The title comes from one of the one-liners Astarion says during combat.

Nothing is written for this yet, but sometimes I get random thoughts and details that I jot down in my doc.

Thanks so much for the interest!! 💖

#wip ask game #my wips #obikin #obikin wips #careful i bite #baulders gate 3 #gamer au

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megidonitram · 2 months

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Everyone's Running From Something (ch.3)

A Baldur's Gate 3 University Professor AU

Rating: M

Quick Summary: Astarion and Gale are two University English professors precariously mentoring a troubled 19-year-old and falling in love.

💖Main Pairing : BloodWeave,(Astarion/Gale) 💕Side Pairings: Shadowheart/Nocturne, Karlach/Dammon, Wyll/The Dark Urge, Tav/Tav 💔Past Pairings: Gale/Mystra, Astarion/Sebastian, Astarion/Tav

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**Please see Master List Entry for Full Content Warnings**

⏰Chapter Warning⏰ None

Astarion took a lap around the building to cool off before returning to his office- The last thing he needed was Gale asking him how he was doing after that little shit-show. Korrilla had also given him something of a runaround after he left Raphael’s office. She accidentally printed his requested forms on legal-size paper (because she forgot that she didn’t restock the printer before break) and then wasn’t sure if being in the wrong formatting would invalidate the paperwork, so Astarion had to wait for her to go get a fresh package of printer paper from the supply closet in the basement, which made him feel like a dick because she had to climb four flights of stairs to do that.

The problem with Korrilla was that Astarion never knew if she was in on Raphael’s torment or if she was just making a series of human mistakes because he made her nervous- though neither answer made the interaction any less annoying.

When Astarion got back to his office, Gale was still there. He was flipping through a heavily marked-up handbook on technical writing for business communications, staring at the pages as if he were either heavily engrossed by the reading -unlikely- or trying to light the damn thing on fire. It only made sense once he stepped into the room and saw Xenia posted up in the corner on her phone.

“Ah, Miss Bellona. Exactly who I was hoping to run into.” Astarion said, snapping the tension in the room like a loose thread. Gale nearly jumped out of his skin. “You look terrible.”

Xenia looked up at him with narrowed eyes, chewing one of her nails on her good hand. “I’ve had a rough few months.” She replied in that flat, desperately-trying-not-to-care tone that made her so fun to tease.

“I’ve heard. What do you need help with?” He slapped down his stack of paperwork on his desk and sat at his computer. Astarion saw Gale watching him wide-eyed, and he wondered how much Gale had pried while he was gone.

“I wanted to get the assignment sheets for my missing work from Survey of Gothic Literature,” Xenia said. Gale casually turned in his chair and pretended to rearrange the books on his shelf, giving them the courtesy of at least pretending to check-out of their conversation. “I thought I should get started on finishing that before the rest of my classes start…”

“Of course, you dropped off around Project… 4, was it? I think I kept a folder with your missing assignments somewhere.” With a few keystrokes, Astarion’s computer lurched back to life, fan buzzing as the machine recalibrated after being shut off for a month straight.

“I think the last thing I turned in was the 2nd character study…” Xenia replied. “…or maybe I just finished it- do you recall reading a paper from me about Miss Jessel?”

“I don’t, but I’ve read nearly a thousand bad-to-mediocre composition papers since then, so it’s likely I just forgot.” Astarion clicked through the expired Canvas shell to skim the grade book and determine which assignments he needed to pull.

“Oh, so my writing's mediocre?”

“I’m sorry, your 1200-word sophomore-level essay demonstrated a pure mastery of your craft. How foolish of me to forget when the beauty of your words brought me to tears.” Astarion scoffed. He found the file folder he was looking for and printed it off. “Gale, I know you’re terribly busy, but could you grab those papers from the 2nd floor breakroom?”

“Absolutely!” Gale was on his feet and heading for before the request had fully left Astarion’s mouth. He gave Xenia a friendly smile. “Back in a flash!”

“Take your time.” The comment came out a lot more passive-aggressive than Astarion meant it. He watched Gale leave the room and listened for the stairwell door to open and close. Astarion turned back to Xenia. “What did you say to him?”

Xenia shrugged. “He asked about my dad, and I told him that I stabbed him to death.”

“Did you happen to… elaborate on that?”

“No, he didn’t ask.”

Astarion sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know, if you want people to stop treating you like a freak, you’ll have to stop acting like one.”

Xenia crossed her good arm in front of herself and pouted. “It’s not like someone wouldn’t have told him anyways.”

“Probably, but even a complete stranger would make you seem at least a little saner,” Astarion replied.

Xenia went quiet for a moment, her lips twisting into a disgruntled snarl. Her eyes drifted to the water-stained ceiling tiles. Astarion sort of understood her twisted logic. There were a lot of people on campus who treated her like a ticking time bomb, regardless of whether they knew her exact circumstances or not. If people would be convinced that she was a monster regardless, perhaps it was better if she was the one doing the convincing- at least then she was in control. It hurts less to meet someone's rotten expectations than to try your hardest and fail to prove them wrong.

“I suppose you want to know what happened last semester?” she muttered.

“Tell me or don’t.” Astarion shrugged. “I could not care less.”

Xenia rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dick.”

“What I am is a mandatory reporter, so think carefully about what you want to tell me- unless you like filling out copious amounts of paperwork,” Astarion said. “Do you need the reading materials? I could just lend you my anthology since you’re the only one left in the class.”

“I’ve still got my book from last year…” Xenia replied, mind still very clearly elsewhere. “…Do you have siblings?”

Astarion paused. “Yes. 6 of them. Why?”

“How do you refer to them… like in your mind? Do you call them your siblings?”

“I don’t think of the much anymore, honestly. But I suppose when I do, I think of them as their first names.” Astarion sighed. “Is there something you actually wanted to talk to me about?”

“I’m having trouble figuring out how to think of my sister,” Xenia admitted. “I guess she was never really my sister, and she was never really to blame, but…”

“You’re allowed to be angry at her,” Astarion replied. “I think you should be, frankly.”

Xenia mulled over his words for a moment, and Astarion could see her run her tongue along the inside of her cheek, absent-mindedly tracing the contours of her scar. She opened her mouth to say something, but the door in the stairwell creaked open, and she clamed up, wary of being overheard.

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Gale felt horribly selfish for wanting to bolt out of the office as badly as he did. He wanted Xenia to feel comfortable and safe around him -the poor thing seemed like she’d been through enough- but he’d locked up. It wasn’t difficult for Gale to surmise that she probably didn’t commit patricide for the fun of it- those kinds of actions are usually born out of extreme desperation. However, whenever he thought about trying to relate to her or lift the mood, the impulse was killed by some strange insistence that he was being too personal, too forthcoming, too intimate.

He envied the ease with which Astarion had struck up a rapport with her- it seemed that despite his posturing, Astarion did, in fact, have a few soft spots. Gale told himself that it was because Astarion had leagues more experience in these departments than he did, but still, he worried. This was the first time he’d been on a college campus purely as a professional, and it felt a lot more daunting than he’d ever imagined.

It took Gale a hot minute of wandering around on the wrong floor to figure out Astarion meant “second floor” in the standard British English sense of the phrase, and the break room was actually located on the third floor. He collected the small stack of orphaned papers from the tray next to the copier and returned to Astarion’s -his- office.

Xenia was still there, Idle chatting about the books she’d read while in involuntary hold. “Do you teach V.C. Andrews? She’d gothic lit, isn’t she?”

“I’m not much of an Americanist,” Astarion replied. “If I’m forced to teach Southern Gothic authors, I tend to gravitate towards Falkner.”

“Not Poe?”

Astarion gave her a derisive look, but Gale handed the stack of papers before he could respond. He flipped through to ensure everything was in order and handed them over to Xenia. “You’ve got two more plot summaries, a thematic analysis, and a comparative essay for the final. Work on them at your leisure.”

Xenia took the papers and tossed them in the tattered messenger bag she’d brought without a second glance. “Thanks!” She said. “Is there anything else I need?”

Astarion put a hand on the paperwork he’d brought in with him, thumbing over the corner before he shot a scrutinizing look over at Gale. “Yes… but we’ll talk about it later.” He said.

“Alight, see you around then.” Xenia shrugged and slung her bag over her good shoulder but didn’t quite get it, and the strap slid down her arm, catching hard in the crook of her elbow. She let out a frustrated groan.

“Here, allow me.” Gale stepped forward and looped the strap comfortably over her shoulder.

Xenia cocked her head and gave Gale a thoughtful look, her dark eyes piercing right through him. “Thank you…” she muttered before she turned and hurried out of the office.

“She seems…” Gale trailed off. He wasn’t sure what Xenia seemed like; he’d never met a murderer before- at least not to his knowledge.

“Shorter than you’d thought she’d be?” Astarion asked flippantly, reclining in his chair. That was fair; Gale had a hard time imagining how someone as little and frail as Xenia could overpower a full-grown man, boxcutter or no.

“Did she really-”

“Self-defense,” Astarion answered several questions ahead. “I don’t suggest asking her anything else about it. She didn’t have a particularly pleasant home life.”

“I’d imagine not,” Gale replied, sitting back down at his desk. He tried his credentials again- still nothing. “-do you know how long it should take for me to be put in the university’s system?”

“Surely you should be in by now…” Astarion replied. He moved to look over Gale’s shoulder. He was so close Gale could feel his breath tickling the back of his neck- he had to suppress a shiver.

Astarion said something, pointing at the computer screen. He had such striking eyes, such a warm brown that they were almost red.

Gale completely missed what. “Sorry?”

“Try logging in without the server address,” Astarion repeated a slight edge in his voice. “Everything after the ‘at’ symbol.”

“Right.” Gale deleted the back half of his username and tried again. The computer loaded and loaded and loaded.

“That’s typically a good sign. Computers on campus take forever to log you on the first time.” Astarion said. He picked up the picture of Yenna and examined it dispassionately. “Cute kid, is she yours?”

“Ah, no… that’s my niece.” Gale felt suddenly and incredibly self-conscious. “I’ve always wanted my own, but it wasn’t in the cards, I’m afraid.”

The admission shocked him slightly, but he supposed it was true. Mystra had never wanted kids, and Gale wanted to keep her pleased, so he went along with that. But Gale had always loved kids. He’d been so excited when Yenna was born that he could hardly put her down. Still, when people asked him and Mystra if they were planning on having kids, he’d just nod dutifully while she explained that he was too focused on his career to think about kids.

“Shame,” Astarion said, setting the picture frame back down.

Gale’s computer screen went black, and then an empty Windows desktop appeared. Success!

“Just in time to log out for the all-hands meeting!” Astarion exclaimed looking at his watch.

“Naturally…” Gale sighed.

#Mat-write #baulders gate 3 #bg3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #bg3 fanfiction #bloodweave #bg3 gale #bg3 astarion #bg3 dark urge #oc: Xenia #oc: Xenia Bellona #bg3 au #professor dekarios

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tadpoled-ranger · 2 months

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Okay wait- so like. What’s the child urge lore? Were they completely raised by the cult? Did they have like a technical family that raised them in some way? Or is it up to me to decide what their childhood was like?

#genuinely asking #the dark urge #I might actually do the child dead three’s chosen au. or atleast a good few fics taking place in it #if it’s up to me then Kane is 100% a cult baby #but it would also be nice to go into him possibly having some sort of a family (who’re most likely dead now)#maybe Cora? nothing like future mass murderer raised by a flaming fist manip and his butler friend #bg3 #Baulder’s gate 3

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iamthunderhearmehowl · 5 months

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I am so happy with the epilogue for bg3 🥺❤️ my heart is so happy lmao. Of course I will be taking information from that and applying it to my AU.

BUT. LISTEN. I WAS DOING SOME RESEARCH OKAY. AND LOOKIE LOOKIE WHAT I FOUND

Faeryl sleeps with Dammon (in my au) and I just ‼️‼️‼️‼️

THEY CAN HAVE KIDS. HALSIN CAN BE A GRANDPA IN MY AU.

GRANDPA HALSIN

His grandkid would be one of these bad boys right here ⬇️

Am I pushing ANGST down the blood line? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Do what you will with the information ❤️

Link to article -> link

(Note, I am not an expert in the DND world. I'm just having funsies and letting my imagination run wild)

Link to my AU for bg3 -> link

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featherwurm · 2 days

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Hand studies with the tadfool's preferred wine & beer orders:

Shadowheart - White wine and lots of it. Leave the bottle.

Astarion - Red. It's red, it's in a glass, don't worry about it (trying to keep it 'warm' in his hand - or using it to warm his hand, your choice.)

Karlach - Red ale, a big and crisp in a nice big, cold 24 oz glass.

Lae'zel - Hazy IPA, bright and full.

Gale - Some sort of fancy barrel-aged something or other, comes in a pretty glass and looks expensive.

Wyll - A classic amber ale - or whatever is a specialty of the place they're at.

Tav - Stout, dark enough to see yourself in.

(Is this a sneaky modern AU thing? Maybe a little and in dress - but I think the taste still stands either way.)

#BG3 #baulders gate 3 #Shadowheart #Lae'zel #Karlach #Gale #Astarion #Wyll #Tav #Zatavia #Modern AU #Art #Personal #Sketch

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3xm-draconic · 5 months

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The Night. (Cyris's Backstory) DnD character background short story.

This is Cyris's backstory up until his friends, (my dnd buddy's characters) find him. Enjoy!

WARNING: i have to written in a while so i might be rusty.

The Night.

Summary: This is the origin story of Cyris Hesti Rayford. My Werebat Human, Folk Hero, Blood hunter/Ranger/Cleric/Barbarian.

Part 1: the abandoned child.

As Hanna Rayford got ready to go foraging out she headed into the kitchen to grab a light breakfast, while grabbing an apple and a few biscuits she saw her husband, Tom, baking the most perfect strawberry pie he had ever made.

“Tommy who’s that for?” she hummed curiously, “it’s an offering to Yondalla dear, perhaps this year she’ll bless us with a few little ones of our own” he beamed.

Hanna smiled and kissed her husband goodbye as she set out to the mushroom patch.

The autumn morning was dewy and foggy, the market in SanguineWood shire was bustling with activity and noise.

“Oh it’s dreadful” Hanna heard one of her neighbors lament “My farm was raided last night by goblins”, “what are we to do? We can’t fend them off forever”, “we will call upon Arvoreen and the Great Guardian Bat spirit of the forest to help protect us” one of the clerics of the temple to the nature spirit said.

Hanna passed other cheerful halflings as she made her way into the woods that surrounded the village.

The sanguinewoods was a reasonably small forest, only about 70 acres, but the trees were MASSIVE. Huge trees that grew as tall as stone giants and had bark and wood that were a deep sanguine-red in color, hence the name.

The sunlight dappled through the branches casting the forest in a shady twilight, above her Hanna saw great Direbats flying gracefully through the treetops. “That reminds me, I should stop by the temple and leave a few offerings to the Great Guardian Bat”.

Hanna arrived at a mossy glen filled with morel mushrooms, she slipped off her knapsack and began to harvest the biggest shrooms she could find when she heard it. A wail, not the wail of the wind or the lamenting wail of mourning but the wail of an infant. Hanna got up and looked around for the source of the wail “why would a baby be out here?” she thought.

On a patch of moss, resting in a beam of sunlight was a human baby, there was no basket for him to lay in and he wasn’t even wrapped in a blanket. He was naked, cold, dirty and crying. Hanna took off her shawl and bound him up in it “oh you poor dear, how could anyone leave you out here?” she shrieked.

How was a human baby here in sanguinewood? The nearest human settlement was 30 miles away past rocky mountain passes and there was nothing here to indicate how the baby even got here, no caravan tracks, no hoof prints, there’s not even a magical rune circle.

Hanna looked around and noticed something lying in the dirt beside where the baby had been, she picked it up and saw that it was a brooch with the emblem of Yondalla on it, the bright green shield with a bountiful cornucopia painted on it was unmistakable.

Hanna thought back to her husband’s offering…but why would the baby be human? Hanna shook her head and grabbed her knapsack and headed back home, she cared not if he was a human baby Yondalla had finally blessed her and Tom with a child and that was all that mattered.

On her way back into town her neighbors eyed her and gawked excitedly at what she had found “congratulations Hanna” one of them smiled at her and gifted her with a large bottle of milk “here, it’s fresh, for you and your new little one”. All of her neighbors gave her little things for her and the baby, by the time she got home she had several gifts and a basket of treats.

“Goodness Hanna where’d you get all that-” Tom started but stopped when he saw the baby in her arms “where? How?...” he smiled then hugged his wife “I guess the pie worked!” he chuckled.

“What are we gonna name him?” Tom pondered to Hanna as he held the babbling infant, “we should name him after your grandfather Cyris” Hanna grinned “he has such a lovely name”.

They sent out letters to their family members and set up a party to celebrate adopting Cyris into their family, eventually it turned into the whole town being invited.

As the dawn shifted into the dark hours of dusk Hanna saw a change in Cyris, he began to grow more shy and less sociable…and then he began to physically change.

He grew larger, his ears grew longer, his hands grew into bat-like wings. His body became covered in thick brown and black fur, he grew fangs and his face became like that of a vampire bat. He had transformed into some sort of man-bat, “OH MY!” shrieked her sister Ruthy who was holding him.

The village stared in shock at him as he chittered and squeaked, Hanna was utterly flabbergasted at what had transpired “my baby has turned into a bat!”

“Hanna” Colm the cleric of Guardian Bat approached her with a big grin “Hanna do you not see what this is? This is a blessing!” he beamed proudly “your son has been blessed by the Guardian Bat to protect our village”, “you think so Colm?” Hanna pondered, “what else would this mean?” he grinned “our prayers have been answered, are you gonna deny the savior in front of your eyes?”

The celebration resumed, the village now had a protector, he was going to need a lot of training in the future.

Part 2: How it all came crashing down.

Cyris grew up knowing 3 things, 1 be kind to your neighbors and they will more than likely be kind to you back, 2 treat nature and the world with respect, lastly he should always do what is right and fear no man, beast or even monster to do it.

Cyris upheld these three beliefs as he grew from a boisterous boy with scabby knees and muddy feet to a bold young teen with a scruffy bearded face and long wild hair.

Cyris wore the brooch of Yondalla his mother had found, he swore to follow her teachings and protect his village.

By day he whent around helping whenever and wherever he could, if a boat capsized in the river he’d rescue the passengers, if a farmers field needed help tilling he’d grab a hoe help plow the land and if an elderly halfling woman just needed someone to talk to for a while he’d stay for a bit of tea with them.

But by night Cyris would shift into his bat form and fly through the forest around the borders and boundaries of the shire making sure that they were secure and safe. He also would take this time to hunt in the woodlands, you see he not only looked like a vampire bat but he had the same diet as one, Cyris carved blood.

As long as he could remember he had been drinking it and his village didn’t seem to mind his taste for it, the local butcher would even bottle the stuff up for him so he could stop by whenever he wanted to grab a quick drink.

The clerics of Great Guardian Bat said that because he was blessed to take the war form of the bat spirit he also took on it’s craving for blood, so he had to feed, his village had plenty of livestock and there was ample supply of fresh game in the woods so Cyris never feared going blood-hungry.

But…it still kind of weirded him out, he didn’t like to feed on live animals, he hated to kill anything, he always preferred to drink from the blood bottles or eat it in food like soup, baked in bread or cooked in sausages.

As Cyris flew through the treetops, the wind rushing beneath his wings he saw a campfire in the distance. In his bat form everything in his sight was colored differently, like an aura. Everything else like stone, trees and dirt seemed like dark blacks and blues but living things, like birds and people and fire looked like rainbows of pinks and yellows and reds.

Cyris clung to a tree and spotted a group of people dressed in odd fashion. There was an Elven Ranger, a Dwarven Fighter, a human monk, a Human wizard and a Half-Elven cleric, “a party of adventures! How exciting!” Cyris thought.

“WE ARE LOST!” the fighter grumbled to the ranger, “well if you hadn't lost the map”, “will you two stop, I will ask Lethander to guide us” the cleric huffed.

Cyris cocked his head curiously “who’s Lethander?, oh well if they are lost I should go help them, I’am sure they can get another map in town”.

Cyris flew down to introduce himself but as soon as he did… “WEREBAT QUICK KILL IT!” the cleric screamed, they readied their weapons and descended upon him.

The fighter cleaved his greatsword at him but Cyris swiftly dogged it, the monk managed to high-kick Cyris in his back causing him to fall to the ground, the ranger cast some sort of spell on him, the wizard blasted him with fire and the cleric wacked him with a holy club that nearly crushed his wing.

Cyris screamed and took to the skies, he flew home as fast as he could, “wh-why did they attack me?” he sobbed as he cash landed on his front porch.

His mother bandaged him up and took him to the clerics for healing, the next morning Cyris Found that the party of adventurers had tracked him to his village.

“You misunderstand, Cyris is blessed by the Great Guardian Bat to protect our village, he has never harmed us” the mayor tried to tell them, “no you misunderstand” the wizard herumfed “he is a werebat, a dangerous sanguinethrope”.

“You are misguided” said the Lethander cleric “obviously this bat spirit is one of darkness and wickedness, I will purge it from your land and free you from it’s corruption!”, the mayor stared at him bewildered “...what?..”

Cyris’s blood boiled as he watched the light-cleric began to try and forcefully convert the town not only to the party’s side but also to his religion “try looking in the temple to their evil bat god, burn it down if you must!” he snapped at the ranger and fighter.

“I need to stop them…but I need a sword” Cyris thought “there’s an old lady in the woods who has magic potions and items, if I can sneak away I can bargain with her for something”.

Cyris’s brothers: Eddie, Anthony, Leo and Julius caused a distraction while his sisters: Jezebel and Jessica snuck him out in their father’s bag of holding. He fled into the woods where he met with the strange woman who sold stranger magical items: Whimbly Fableton.

“Hello there youngling, care to see my wears? I have trinkets if you have coin” she croned, “I need a sword” Cyris huffed, winded from his run in the woods.

Whimbly eyed him “oh what kind of blade ye be needing youngling?”, “a nice strong, sharp sword” Cyris said as he looked at the blades she had displayed. Whimbly took out a beautiful longsword “5,000 gold, cheapest I can go youngling” she hummed. Cyris paled, he only had 70 gold on him “how about a deal”, as soon as those words left his mouth the woman’s eyes lit up, “I’ll work off the gold if you give me the sword, I’ll pay you back little by little, I got 70 right now…how about it?”

Whimbly grinned…unpleasantly wide at this “oh sure dear, you can work it off for me, do a little job for me for a little while for the sword” she hummed “deal…”.

They shook on it.

Cyris returned to his village to see it up in flames, people being rounded up and tortured for questions and the light-cleric going mad with power.

His own part seemed to be getting worried about him, “Kennis you're hurting these people…isn’t this against your tents?” the wizard gawked at the hypocrisy of his friend, “these heathens need to see the light, either they will go to it willingly or I WILL DRAG THEM TO IT” he snarled, “afterall they associated themselves with a werecreature, they are probably already lost” the ranger and monk droned with him.

“But they have done nothing to us, nothing to hurt us or anyone” the wizard snapped, “I agree with the wizard, you're a hypocrite and are hurting these people so you can push your beliefs onto them like you tried to in the last town we were in!” the fighter hissed.

Cyris watched as they began to fight each other, he saw his opening and sided with the monk, fighter and wizard.

“Get out of here boy, this is not your fight!” hissed the light-cleric, “it is when you decided to take over my village and hunt me down”, “y-you?” the light-cleric lunged at him.

Cyris was forced to kill for the first time in his life, he did not want to but he had to, the ranger, monk and the absolutely deranged cleric would kill him and his village otherwise.

It saddened his heart to do it but it must be done…so Cyris killed the ranger, the monk and the light-cleric, the wizard and fighter were spared, they had turned to Cyris’s side.

As the village was recuperating Cyris returned to Whimbly to start work so he could pay her back for the sword.

But when he got to her caravan…

Whimbly had turned…

She was no simple woman in the woods selling knick knacks, she was a gods damned Hag. Cyris stood in frozen terror as he watched Whimbly’s form twist and snap into the abominable shape of a nighthag.

“Now dear..about our deal” she cooed maliciously.

The sword he held shattered, each fragment liquified into metallic shimmering ink that then tattooed itself into his skin.

On his neck and wrists were now the images of intricate glittering chains, magical binding tattoos.

“You’ll work for me dear, for every soul you took with that blade you now owe me 10 years of service” she cackled “now come along dear, time for the show to start!”

She whisked Cyris away from his shire to a city called Waterdeep, to a place deep in the slums.

It was a round building, like a coliseum, it stretched several neighborhoods and had a bright glowing sign above the entrance that read: Wild Whimbly’s Wonderland.

Inside…was a den of vice and sin. Gambling, whore houses, rigged races, everything under the midnight sun, a sinners paradise.

“A werebeast will make a wonderful new champion in the pit arena” Whimbly chuckled “you’ll also make a fine debt collector…and executioner” she sneered.

“NO” Cyris cried “I DON’T WANT THIS”, “you backing out on our deal?, then you owe me in gold, 50,000 for trying to cheat me” she hissed.

“NO, NO I…I’ll, I’ll pay you, I’ll work”, “good, you’ll fight in the pit and earn your keep with every kill” she laughed maniacally.

Part 3: Animal.

…hungry…

The cage door rattles.

…hungry…

The lights come on.

…hungry…

The door opens, the warrior in the arena stares into the dark abyss at what lurks within.

…hungry…

Something comes rushing out with incredible speed, it takes off the warriors arm with one swift strike, the crowd roars.

…hungry…

The warrior screams as his other arm is ripped off and soon he drops to his knees, he gazes in horror at what stands before him, a titanic beast. Half man-Half Bat all rage.

…feed…

The man-beast bites down on the warrior's neck and begins to drain him dry.

Cyris awakes in his room, he wins another fight and wins another purse of gold…but it’s not enough, never enough to pay her back. How much is he up to now? 500,000? 50,000,000?

How long has it been? 20? 21 years?

How much blood does he owe her now? How much does he have to spill to fill her cup? To satisfy her lust for carnage, to entertain her?

Does it matter at this point?

Cyris sighs, he rolls out of bed and walks over to the ice chest and pulls out another bottle of favorite bourbon, the…entertainer…he hired for the day…lotus…lotus that's his name is still asleep on his bed, passed out from their…little romp in the sheets.

Cyris slugs down a heavy chug of the bourbon, the burning taste soothed by the after notes of honey, night’s falling soon…that means it’s almost showtime again.

Cyris got up and looked out the big bay windows, into the city of Waterdeep.

The night drew near, Cyris went down to the arena and felt the changes start to overtake him, he heard the crowd creating and roaring, “showtime” he grumbled.

#new fanfic #dnd character #dnd #new character #fanfic #werebat #probably will crossover with baulder's gate later on #baulders gate 3 #crossover #curse of strahd #au

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