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druidgroves · 8 months

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HUMAN SKIN CAN BE HARD TO LIVE IN.

↪ feron reachwood | wood elf | folk hero | druid | circle of the moon

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#tav bg3 #tav #bg3 #bg3edit #ch: feron reachwood #edits #i like this one better than the other feron edit i did during early access

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druidgroves · 9 months

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feron reachwood circle of the moon druid

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3edit #bg3 tav #tav bg3 #rae.gif #ch: feron reachwood #bby gorl. lov her.

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druidgroves · 8 months

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i know the antlers are giving keyleth but they look So good on her

#screenshots: bg3 #lbr tho keyleth is the vibe she is the moment. druid fashion icon.#ch: feron reachwood

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druidgroves · 8 months

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miss gorl.

#rae plays bg3 #bg3 spoilers #ch: feron reachwood #screenshots: bg3

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druidgroves · 7 months

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tagged by @bg3 to do this picrew & i couldn't resist so i did some of my tavs :)

dianthe parvenus (wild magic sorcerer) / feron reachwood (moon druid) / phaedra (great old one warlock) / vesper moonweaver (light domain cleric)

tagging: everyone who sees !!! but specifically you.

#rae.txt #ch: dianthe parvenus #ch: feron reachwood #ch: phaedra #ch: vesper moonweaver #picrew

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druidgroves · 8 months

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literally can't stop looking at her

#rae plays bg3 #bg3 spoilers #ch: feron reachwood #screenshots: bg3

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druidgroves · 9 months

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Feron backstory under cut !!!! she's long. content warning for kidnapping & abuse bc. hags.

Born in a small druid grove somewhere deep within the Reaching Wood, Feron wasn’t allowed to leave without an adult because of the gnolls and goblins inhabiting the forest, who saw the other inhabitants as nothing more than food.

As a young girl, her mother took her out to hunt during a particularly harsh winter. It was then that they became separated and Feron was unable to find her way back home due to the snow obscuring everything in a freak whiteout.

Cold and shivering, Feron was eventually found by an old woman wrapped in furs with a kindly face and promises that she would help her find her home again. The woman called herself Margaery, appearing to Feron as an elven woman with dark hair and kind eyes.

Margaery insisted that Feron come to her house first, just to warm up and wait ‘til the storm passed. At first, her home appeared a quaint little cottage tucked away in between the trees, a chimney on top pouring smoke and firelight flickering in the windows. Once inside did Margaery reveal her true form.

She immediately put Feron to work and for the next several decades, molded her into what she saw as the perfect guardian for her lair: a humanoid capable of turning into whatever beast she desired, having all the deadly skills of an animal but the sharp wit and mind of a person. She put a curse on Feron that allowed her complete control of her form, shifting her between girl and beast at her whim.

During the days, Feron was kept on a tight leash—literally. A chain around her ankle kept her tethered to the trunk at the center of Mad Margaery’s true home, a gnarled old tree with roots forming her underground lair. Feron did whatever was ordered of her and if she showed any signs of complaint or resistance, Margaery transformed her with the flick of her wrist. Most days, Margaery would complain about Feron, saying she should have eaten her when she had the chance, so that she may be useful.

During the night, Feron was thrown outside in her forced wildshape to guard the house. The first time out she tried to run away, only to come back some days later after having wandered the forest as a wolf and realizing she could not turn back without Margaery’s command. As punishment, she was kept in her wolf form for over a month, being treated like the dog she was, referred to only as “the Beast.” From then on, she was forced to hunt for her own food and to sleep in a tiny shed connected to the house.

After a while, Feron no longer needed to be leashed, for the threat of Margaery’s power was all that was needed to keep her in check. Over the years, she was made to do the hag’s bidding outside the lair, such as luring unsuspecting victims to her and checking traps for would-be adventurers looking to bag a hag.

It was in one of these traps—a pit full of strangling, thorny vines—did Feron find the first victim that hadn’t fallen to them instantly. An elven man had managed to stay alive within the pit, however he was on his last legs when she found him. He begged her for her help, telling her that he could help her too if she just got him out. He could see her for what she was: not a beast, but as a scared girl covered in dirt with fear in her eyes.

Risking both their lives, Feron used her own druidic magic to peel away the vines and told him to never return to this part of the forest unless he wanted to face a hag’s wrath. Cleverly, the man managed to get more information out of her by trading information for food from his pack, including the fact that she was essentially trapped to do Margaery’s bidding. He told her that if she could wait a little longer, he could get her out for good. Taking a lot out on chance, Feron told him all she could about Margaery’s secrets in desperate hope that he could actually help.

The man left her with his name—Salus Reachwood—and promised he would return when he could. It took three more months until Feron ever caught his scent again, along with that of several others; Salus had returned, this time with his old adventuring party.

During the ensuing fight, Feron was forced into her wolf form to attack those trying to help her, resulting in a near fatal swipe at Salus that left him scarred. Despite this, the party managed to kill the hag for good and the curse that was placed on Feron was dissolved.

Afterwards, Salus offered to take Feron in. At first she denied him, wanting to find her parents, and his insisted he help her to the grove she used to live in. When they got there, they found nothing but nature taking over any evidence that the area was once home to a druid circle. After that, Feron took Salus up on his offer to stay with him in Hill’s Edge, where he had been living in retirement until meeting Feron.

A few years after settling in, Feron took on Salus’ surname when she was asked for one after overhearing him telling a friend that she was like a daughter to him. It took a lot of time for Feron to fully trust him, that he wouldn’t throw her out for the smallest slights. Salus proved a kind and understanding man with patience he gladly afforded to the traumatized girl he helped save.

The two would only have so many years together, however, as Salus, a half-elf, was nearing the end of his life. When he finally passed, Feron went to seek out the remaining members of his old adventuring party to let them know. The party’s former cleric, a gnome named Calyn Springweave, lived in Baldur’s Gate and Feron had only just arrived in the city when it was attacked by the illithid and their nautiloid.

#rae.txt #ch: feron reachwood #i am v fond of her

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druidgroves · 8 months

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tagged by @devilbrakers & @shadowshearts for wip day !!! tagging: anyone who hasn't been tagged !! consider urself tagged by me :) here's some early feron/astarion :>

Tonight, Astarion notices the mountain lion that’s been following him on his nightly hunts.

“You can transform into a giant cat to stalk me, yet you possess none of its silent grace,” he mutters, knowing she can hear him. To rub it in, he even looks over his shoulder, pinning her feline form fifteen or so paces behind him. She’s nearly gone in the dark, but with his elven eyesight accompanied by the innate abilities of a vampire spawn, he can just make shape of her outline and see moonlight reflecting off her retinas.

He stops near a hollowed tree, making sure to lean against the bark invitingly enough that she’ll slip out of her wild shape for him. Perhaps tonight’s hunt could be cut short if she was willing to share...

She catches up to him slowly, weaving through the trees on padded feet. When the mountain lion passes behind the trunk of thick oak, Feron appears on the other side of it looking as passive and unreadable as ever.

“You’re awfully confident for a man who only became aware tonight that he was being followed,” she says simply, crossing her arms under her chest.

Astarion’s front wavers, just a touch, just enough for the corner of her mouth to turn upward in satisfaction before his falls into a pout. He quickly dismisses the moment, expression changing as fast as she had changed from animal to woman.

“Hard not to notice when you’re the reason everything in a two mile radius has scattered,” he retorts, gesturing to the forest around them with open arms.

“Two miles? You ought to widen your hunting grounds then,” she tells him with a hint of earnesty. “Anyhow, I followed you with a purpose. I wanted to ask you a question.”

#hehe thank u both sm !!!#my writing #ch: feron reachwood #bg3 spoilers

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druidgroves · 8 months

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summary: feron rolls charisma and fails upwards.

"Gale doesn't sound like a wizard name."

The rest of the party's eyes all make their way to rest on Feron. By all accounts, she appears to them like she has suddenly stopped working. Her usual impassive expression now reads confused, though seemingly more at herself than at anyone else. Her body is tensed—poised to run, poised to defend—and all eyes are on her. The inside of her head is a whirlwind of "Did I just say that out loud?" and "stupid, stupid, stupid" before she's back in motion and slaps a hand over her mouth.

"I don't know why I said that." Gods, so this is what mortification must feel like. They haven't even been traveling half a tenday together, and she can't help putting her foot in her mouth. Wild shaping into a hare and darting off into the brush felt preferable right then.

To his credit, the wizard in question breaks into a laugh instead of getting angry. He sounds genuinely amused if her insight can be believed. Feron can safely assume that Gale is able to take a joke at his expense and relaxes a little. Salus always said that was usually a sign of good character.

From beside the fire, Wyll joins Gale's laughter. Astarion chuckles a little across from him. Furthest from the fire's edge, Shadowheart's mouth twitches. Even something like positive acknowledgment eminates from Lae'zel walking the perimeter. The hare inside Feron feels a little less likely to bolt.

"You have me there," Gale concedes good-naturedly and relief floods through her like cool water. "While 'Gale of Waterdeep' is certainly not as fanciful or commanding as say, Elminster, Alustriel, or Sammaster, I think it suits me all the same."

Feron hides her disagreement with a neutral smile. She's been a little rusty at the whole "people" thing since she returned Salus to the ground, but she thinks she might finally be doing alright without him.

#bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 spoilers #my writing #ch: feron reachwood

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druidgroves · 9 months

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summary: feron notices shadowheart's failed wis save

The first time Feron wild shapes into a wolf, just to take the neck of a goblin between her teeth, she sees it. Shadowheart's spell dies in her hands and there's a crack in her resolve as she watches an auburn-furred beast with blood dripping from her muzzle shake the goblin like a toy. It nearly costs the cleric her life, it seems, but then their githyanki companion is there to slice through a gnoll before it can touch her.

Feron feels most capable in the skin of a wolf, all snarling teeth and sharp claws. It's a familiar skin, too, one that she takes on and off like a cloak. These days, she's the one with complete control of her form and no one can take that from her twice if she can help it. Taking back the manner in which she was leashed for so long was something she was loathe to give up without a fight.

Even so, there are other forms besides wolf that she can take.

"Did you need something?" Shadowheart says without looking up from her prayerbook in camp that night. Feron had made her approach loud enough to give warning, though she can tell she could have been silent as a panther and the woman still would have noticed. Feron is at least thankful not all of her newfound companions are entirely unperceptive.

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened today," she says and Shadowheart's head lifts to look at her, "when we were caught in that goblin ambush."

Shadowheart frowns, then returns to her prayerbook, "We don't have to discuss it."

"If we are going to be fighting alongside one another, then yes, we do," Feron insists. She was not a conversationalist by nature, but Salus had taught her manners well enough to get by, and she was pulling out his lessons in spades now that she was traveling with company.

Shadowheart sighs and snaps her prayerbook closed. Feron can sense a twinge of annoyance in the action but the cleric is giving her her full attention now, so she counts it as a win.

"We don't need to get into the details," she says, holding up a hand before she can complain. "Are there any forms you would prefer I take if not a wolf? I don't usually take requests, but given you are the one with the most healing prowess, I don't want my wild shape to distract you in the middle of a fight."

Shadowheart's brow creases under her circlet as Feron watches her think for a moment. "It's true that wolves are not my favorite beast, but I'm fine with most others. Take your pick."

Feron lets go of the tiniest sigh of relief. "Understood. I won't have you see me in its skin again."

The cleric shakes her head, "Outside of battle, away from me, I don't care what creatures you choose to turn into…but thank you, for asking."

"I...you're welcome. Sleep well, Shadowheart."

"And you."

#bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 spoilers #shadowheart #ch: feron reachwood #my writing #two emotionally stunted girls stolen away from their parents trying to bond. i love them.

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druidgroves · 8 months

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the owlbear cub finally came to my camp but astarion scared it off so i just KNOW feron was pissed at him abt it aldjwkf

#ch: feron reachwood #bg3 spoilers #rae plays bg3 #she watches the owlbear run off then turns to astarion like 'hey. are you fucking kidding me.'

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druidgroves · 10 months