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theamaus · 6 months
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sinizade · 1 month
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B'ella, the Pale Child (Dark Urges Redeemed)
Class: Warlock (Barbarian subclass)
Romance: Bae'Zel
Besties: Scratch / Owlbear / Wyll / Gale / Karlach
One extra egg among all those eggs wouldn't make a difference, nor would they complain about having two extra hands to fight for the "glory" of their queen. This way, the hatching of this egg surprised the elders of that Creche a little, a child as pale as the moon and with eyes as red as blood that possessed a fury worthy of a demon, certainly that child had something inside it, but the Githyanki wouldn't get rid of a healthy child just because of surpestitions based on one of the babies' appearance... But should they?
B'ella was obedient, precise, deadly, her teachers could see and feel the almost insane pleasure she felt every time she beat her opponents in training, every time she made them bleed and beg... Something so... Sadistic... Even for a Githyanki child, it was unusual to have such an appreciation for death and the ways of killing, but then again, they weren't going to get rid of such a dedicated and useful fighter like her just out of superstition.
Her adulthood was only accompanied by an insatiable hunger, B'ella could have had her uses in combat, an animal, a monster, but when her abilities began to affect other Githyanki they finally realized that having her there was no longer safe or suitable for Creche, so in a clear desperate act they tried to contain B'ella, they tried to tame the monster inside her... The Slayer, but that obviously didn't go as they expected and her sadistic, cruel and psychotic fury spread to everyone in that Creche. Every teacher, every warrior, doctor, student, child, egg, all murdered, torn apart in a bloody dance that spread throughout each hall and that was when she heard a voice, a small creature that praised her... A praise that she never found she was going to receive, told her that there was a place where she could be who she really was, where she could know what it was like to have a family that truly admired her for what she did...
That male human, that Enver Gortash, intelligent man. Tasting Gortash, subduing him to her whims was satisfying, but her devotion was only to her creator, to her god, to her father, Bhaal... But everything had been thrown into the trash with the betrayal of that insolent child, that damned and jealous changeling who took her rightful place.
Waking up on a ghaik ship with no memories left her disconcerted, but her focus now was to get out of there and return to her people and achieve purification. Having someone as adept in battle as Lae'Zel made it easier since the rest of her companions with the exception of Karlach left the pale gith with disgust in her mouth regarding combat.
It wasn't so bad being around that bunch of big noses, they entertained her, they seemed to care about her dark desires, not just for them, but also for her? This was new, not even she remembered the last time she received any kind of help (literally)
Lae'Zel... Zhak vo'n'fynh duj... B'ella could barely understand what she felt, she could barely know what she felt, she didn't know or remember that feeling, but with Lae'Zel everything was clear. .. She was her world, her sword, her flame, the source of her joy...
Finding out that she wasn't a child of Gith broke her, even if she managed to hide it well, it destroyed her completely inside, knowing that the years she spent in her Creche, that her "egg", that her life, was a fake life designed by her "father". That wasn't for her, even if it once had been, now it wasn't... B'ella would no longer be a Bhaalspawn, now she would be a child of Gith and follow Orpheus and her beloved Lae'zel into battle against Vlaakith's tyranny
Some extra information about B'ella
Her memory was "reset" to her times at Creche as soon as she lost her memories, before her dark impulses took over.
She has a strange habit of keeping a lock of her enemies' hair for no reason, she just likes to have a memory of good battles, but when the enemy wasn't good enough she just crushes its head (She has a lock of hair with her from the hair of Minthara/ Ketheric/ Raphael)
Even though she appears to be reserved and cold, B'ella is considered TOO romantic when she is with Lae'Zel and only Lae'Zel, only her source of joy can see B'ella that way
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hartsvale · 3 months
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Oh'naya of the Githzerai. Way of the Astral Self monk.
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kirain · 1 month
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Question. How do you handle the age differences and life spans of your tavs/romances in bg3?
Are you asking if I've made my Tavs age-equal to the romances I've picked for them? If so, then I've actually been very careful about that. Lore-wise, I can't stand the thought of my character dying hundreds of years sooner or living hundreds of years longer than their partner. So I adhered to D&D 5E lore. If you're interested, I've explained most of the lifespans below.
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Serena, my canon character, is human and romanced Gale. In D&D, the average lifespan of a human is 120 years, but since she and Gale are both wizards, they could potentially live for thousands of years. It all depends on the magic they wield. Elminster, for example, is nearly 1,300 years old. Otherwise, they'll age alongside each other as equals.
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Saska is a Seldarine drow. On average they last between 400-750 years, depending on if they survive and leave the Underdark. Saska has indeed left the Underdark, works as a bard, and romanced Karlach. Tieflings typically live to 150; however, Karlach has the potential to live longer since her body has been so drastically altered. Upon finding a permanent upgrade for her engine, it's possible she could live just as long as a drow, if not longer, as she's been touched by infernal technology.
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Ez'ria is a githyanki fighter/storm sorcerer. This one was easy, since she romanced Lae'zel. With any luck, they'll both live to a nice, healthy 120 years old; the average lifespan of a gith.
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Eilonwy is my redeemed Dark Urge half-elf. On average they last about 180 years. This one's a bit more complicated because I partnered her with Astarion, who's a pure high elf and a vampire. High elves live to an average of 750 years, and vampires/spawn are of course immortal. But I've given this a lot of thought. Eilonwy, for example, is a druid, and because of their connection to nature/magic, their aging slows to 10% of what they would normally age. This means Eilonwy has the potential to reach 1,800. I should also mention that there are cures to vampirism in D&D 5E, so I like to think they find one at some point during their travels.
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Bakara is a tiefling sorcerer of the draconic bloodline. Another semi-easy one, since I partnered her with Wyll. As I mentioned before, tieflings typically live to 150, whereas humans live to 120. I headcanon that my tiefling was already 50 when she met Wyll; who, according to Larian, is 24 during the events of BG3. To clarify, tieflings are considered young adults by the age of 20 and full adults when they reach the age of 60. So despite being 50, she's mentally around the same age as Wyll.
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Thalias is a high half-elf Selûnite cleric. Possibly the easiest one, since he romanced Shadowheart, who is also a high half-elf who becomes a Selûnite cleric (at least in my game). With Selûne's blessing, they could live however long she desires, but on average they'll both live to be 180.
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I also made an adorable little deep gnome named Mira to sweep Barcus off his feet. I shall wait patiently for Larian or a clever modder to make him romancable. The average lifespan for gnomes is 350 years.
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Halsin is a bit more complicated, since he's a pure wood elf and a druid. This means he could conceivably live to be 7,500 years old, which is wild. I do plan on doing a playthrough where I romance him, and when I do I'll be making a mysterious wood elf named Arawen, a warlock who made a pact with an ancient archfey. So in addition to living to 750; as per the average lifespan of her race, as long as her pact remains in tact, she will live as long as her patron allows.
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niymue · 3 months
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"I don't play gith because they're ugl-" WHATS THIS THEN.
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sadokyuban · 1 month
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Vir'rat & Halsin sketches
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bomkii · 11 days
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ar’dru!
recent work :~)
commission info | more art
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gothicspork · 16 days
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“Stick around if you wanna find out how low these freckles go”
Pre-tadpole Locust. That line doesn’t work often but that’s why he’s in Sharess’ Caress.
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rattini · 25 days
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[ opens my wallet to show you my gith warlock ]
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Her name is Peh'tra, she renounced her devotion to Vlaakith when an entity lurking at the edge of the universe granted her spooky powers. An established underground criminal and resident witch, terrorising small villages with her ragtag coven and small following of red kobolds.
Who knows what she will do for the power she seeks >:3c
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orcaopalis-sq · 5 days
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I saw this post from @hamartia-grander and just had to draw it. It made me giggle and even tho El'ee isn't technically a durge, she would def have a close enough relationship with Lae'zel to have heard enough about her opinions of owls lmao
I was also def gonna shade this and make it all bootiful but procreate told me to eat dirt instead so flat colors it is :')
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This is the original post from @hamartia-grander TY for letting me use this prompt!! <333
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theamaus · 4 months
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If Fa’ra had never been infected with the tadpole she would still have been sent to Faerûn to investigate. There she might have been separated from her team and wandered off to explore the land.
Here she might have come across music and found her deep passion for it, thereby becoming a bard. She might have found the crèche in the mountain pass and then come across the tadpole gang. Maybe she sees a handsome wizard. Maybe she tries to help him. Maybe they fall in love.
Who knows.
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sparquesblr · 1 month
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seleia my girl u will always be famous
if anyone wants more lore of her pls give me permission to dump about her i love her so much
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justcallmefox89 · 3 months
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Before the Creche - Gale and X'aa'nath drabble
Just a little fluff.
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“I cannot believe you are letting him keep that thing.”
Galer turns and flashes Shadowheart an amused smile.  “Bold of you to assume he’d listen to me even if I did attempt to dissuade him.”
The cleric rolls her eyes.  “You’re the only person X’aa’nath will even consider listening to.”
Gale simply shrugs and smiles, turning his attention back to X’aa’nath and his newly summoned quasit, Shovel.  The sorcerer had finally gotten around to studying the summoning scroll the group had scavenged from the dead necromancer’s cellar, and had become instantly enamored of the tiny fiend. 
“I don’t see the harm,” Wyll gently interjects.  “It might do X’aa’nath good t-”
“Shit-piddling toe rag!” the quasit shrieks.
“To have a pet,” he finishes dryly.
“Well I quite like it,” Astarion says, sauntering over with a goblet of red wine in hand.
“Of course you do,” Shadowheart huffs.  “But camp will become crowded with two obnoxious imps present, don’t you think?”
Astarion takes a sip of his wine, looking wholly unimpressed.  “Such scathing wit.  Oh, how you wound me,” he replies, monotone.
Gale turns back towards X’aa’nath, smiling softly to himself as he watches the young gith take Shovel’s tiny, clawed hand in his own, demonstrating how to gently pet first Scratch and then the owlbear cub, Pudge.  The quasit’s dark eyes light up with wonder as he timidly scratches the dog behind his ears, earning himself a quiet woof of approval.
“I think they’ll be alright,” the wizard murmurs.  “And we’ll be reaching the creche soon; I think we should allow X’aa’nath all the joy we can before we arrive.”
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oddzonez · 2 months
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You even think about your Tavs thoughts during battle and let your mind race. I do ALOT and i imagine as a Githyanki when my Tav is on their last health they repeat “Get up” constantly and get frustrated with themselves when they cant.
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summerwarlock · 2 months
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a sketch i did for the friend that got me into BG3
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sadokyuban · 26 days
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sketchbook stuff
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