Hi, I read your about on Nephos and I'd really love to hear more about his companion quest! Like, she lied but is the curse 1. not a curse, 2. a curse used to leash a powerful sorcerer, or 3. A curse that was put on her that she transferred to him.
Also: How do the other companions react to things as more is learned through his quest line? You've drawn romantic things with him and Astarion, so does he have more/different reactions to companions who are just friends?
And finally: What is the end game of his quest? Is it just revenge or no revenge, with no real way to fix it? Is it a situation where you can fix it or he can accept his death and each has their own sacrifices? If it can be cured, do the tendrils covering half his body remain as permanent scars? Or will they fade in time?
Anyway I love your sorcerer have a nice day.
these are fantastic questions. thank you so much. i wrote out a whole thing under the readmore (basically the rundown of the entire quest as i envision it lol) but given how it's Really long and i don't expect anyone to want to read through all that, here's just the answers to your questions. a TL;DR if you will
it is very much a real curse, just not the ~mysterious~ affliction he thought he was born with. it's actually dark magic concocted by his "mother figure" and placed on him as a way to use him (so your option 2 is kind of right!) but the true point of it is to basically channel his lightning magic in such a way so that it can be used to power one of her inventions... basically turning him into a humanoid battery. so it's not really a death curse in the way he thought it was, but only because it's a "fate worse than death" curse i guess. lol
due to (waves hands) reasons it takes them a Long time to tell the others about their "condition" and everyone else takes it differently... i guess most interestingly it changes their entire dynamic with karlach, where she goes from begrudgingly tolerating them (because they're a huge asshole when they first meet) to sympathising with them and then to just truly bonding over essentially having the same fate. she still thinks he's kind of a dick though. because he is kind of a dick
when he figures out what was done to him, he rallies everyone into taking his "mother figure" down (for revenge, but also like. prevent part of the fate worse than death) you fight her, but before you deal the final blow she starts pleading. promises that she can reverse the curse, but only if you let her live. if you spare her, she'll get to work on a cure.… allegedly. if you kill her, néphos is stuck with the curse and everything that implies, but at least no longer under her control or threat, and free to spend however long he has left in whatever way makes him happiest.
(^ bffs forever or until we both die shortly)
anyway. here's like 1.6k words about how néphos' companion quest goes down. if you're interested in rambling
his companion quest (named "The Eye of the Storm", because he's a storm sorcerer with a plot significant eye. this isn't really relevant to anything i just think it's fun) has one key player in it: that being the "mother figure" character, the one who "saved" them and who they think quite highly of due to, being convinced that they kind of owe their life to her. Néphos knows her to be an old halfling cleric named Hosana Stillwater.
in the years since she left due to her poor health after using all her power to slow down the progress of his curse, he has kind of kept in contact with her through letters but has not seen her personally, with the reasoning that she's too sickly to have visitors. fair enough. he doesn't want to cause her more grief than he already did.
anyway jump ahead to the events of the game. after a frankly ridiculous amount of time (somewhere around act 2), they finally come forth and admit to their companions that their blacked out eye and the "tattoos" they have on their face are actually signs of a curse, and it's getting worse a lot faster than it was previously, almost as if it's having a reaction to the tadpole. So It's, Uh, Not Looking Really Great For Him
it takes a while for them to come forth to the others with this info (despite being badgered about it all the time) because he, sincerely, had a firm belief that this was none of their business. something about Néphos is that he spent basically his entire life turning away from others and only establishing connections if he saw some sort of benefit or reward that could be earned from it. entirely transactional stuff, never saw a point in "friends" and never understood the idea of doing things for others, what, out of affection? … until being abducted by a nautiloid and having a worm shoved into his eye and forced into an actual adventuring party.
(by this point he's starting to form actual relationships with the others and it's making him question Why he ever thought like that in the first place… but anyway)
they're not convinced that there's any way around the curse. his quest doesn't suddenly become "we need to look for a cure!" because he's very much deadset on the idea that there isn't one. he spent a good few years trying to find one and only found that nobody can even tell him what it is, so it would be a complete waste of time to run around looking for curse experts, specially when they all have Bigger Issues to deal with.
However, through basically interrogating them over their backstory and what they do know of the curse, strange things start to jump out to them. info that doesn't really match up or make much sense. doesn't this whole story about him being rescued by a good samaritan who just happened to be capable of slowing down his mysterious curse seem too good to be true? and about the good samaritan, there's so much about Hosana that he doesn't actually know and never questioned that seems weird now…
So in act 3, when the party reaches baldur's gate, he requests that they try to find Hosana's whereabouts so he can finally talk to her and maybe clear some things up. going to the house of healing he always sent his letters to, they all find that… nobody knows of an elderly halfling cleric named Hosana Stillwater. nobody by that name ever stayed there for any period of time. by all accounts, she doesn't even exist.
Néphos is in disbelief over this. sure, he last saw her, like, 40 years ago, but he remembers her! he spent time with her! she took care of him! and he sent letters to her here! and he got responses! after pressing some of the employees over it, they spit out that someone else came to collect those. one of the benefactors of the house, a rich elf lady named Alodie Aello.
the next steps are finding out more about this woman so maybe SHE can explain what the fuck's going on here. eventually you all find where she lives (it's like, a mansion) and infiltrate it. she's not there currently and security's not that difficult to take down, so there's plenty of exploration that can be done.
on the surface, she doesn't seem at all connected to Néphos, nothing that indicates her even being able to know of their existence. seems she's an inventor of sorts, her place's littered with pretty magic-powered machines and other types of devices, but there isn't anything particularly revolutionary.
but they all keep looking. and eventually they find that she has a hidden, secret room or basement. and THAT'S where you find the real shit. there's a huge machine that nobody can figure out the use for, and around it there's plans and documents and journals and letters (that look a little familiar…) that are ALL about néphos and the curse. there's so much and a lot of it is just straight up incomprehensible or gibberish, but this shit is basically detailing his entire life story, including shit he did not know about.
in summary: she had been on the lookout for people who had some aptitude for lightning magic. she found Néphos when they were basically a baby, which was perfect. they were the child of a poor drow woman who'd just ran away from the underdark on her own, so getting rid of her to get access to the baby was Really easy. and then she cursed them with dark magic of her own creation.
(so nobody he went to was able to figure out what the hell the curse he had was because it was specially made to fuck him, specifically, over. really fun for him)
through those documents you learn that the point of it was to concentrate his lightning magic over time so she could basically turn him into a battery for her greatest invention. at its final stage, it would have essentially rendered him a vegetable, only capable of channelling power out and nothing else. so he would've been as good as dead, except not. his soul would be stuck in the mortal plane for however long she managed to keep him.
additionally, she documents having done something Else to him: she basically magically conditioned him to have certain behaviours: stay in baldur's gate, avoid connections with others unless beneficial, work to improve his magic. this is because after a few years of trying to raise him in secret in disguise as Hosana (it's possible that kidnapping a child and cursing them in order to use them for your own means could be generally looked down upon in high society) she got sick of it and decided it was more productive to just let him loose, essentially let him raise himself. So that's why he is the way he is.
(it's possible that the tadpole, though it worsened the curse, managed to cut this specific "feature" off.)
as you're all processing this, enter Alodie stage left. she's finally home! Néphos is Not happy, but she's willing to talk. unfortunately all she has to say is excuses that are pretty easily disproven by all the info you just learned. when she finally realises that you all know Everything and she can't talk her way out of it, you fight.
but before the final blow can be dealt, she stops and starts pleading for her life: she's the only person who understands Néphos' curse, so she's the only one who can reverse its effects! if you kill her now, you lose all chances of finding a cure. and she'll find a cure if you spare her, she promises!
Néphos refuses. obviously you can't trust anything she says, you know what she did to him, what she wanted him for! there's no way she's actually going to cure him. but she has a point, doesn't she? as the person who put all this together, she's the only one who can figure out a cure. it would mean Néphos would get a real shot at actually living…
if killed: Néphos continues being cursed. there can be talk of trying to find specialists to look at Alodie's documents, to see if they can reverse engineer a cure from that, but they still don't have much hope about that. it's bittersweet, but they are overall very grateful. even if they die a lot sooner than they should, they'll die free and knowing they're around people they trust. they won't be used for their magic. they'll die happy.
if spared: she'll thank you. she Promises she'll keep her word, even though she doesn't have a cure right now she'll start figuring one out immediately. Néphos on the other hand is Really Not Happy. implies he'll see this adventure through, but after the elder brain's destroyed they're done. they don't care if they're cured, they're leaving baldur's gate and getting the hell away from Alodie as soon as they can.
(but: Alodie insists on keeping him for the evening, swears up and down she'll do him no harm, it's just something she wants to try and see if it'll ease the effects of the curse for the moment. the next day, Néphos isn't much different. curse's still the same, still visibly there, but they're much calmer. it's almost like he completely forgot what he said the day before... if you bring it up, he just waves it off and says he was just being dramatic, he didn't actually mean any of it. he sees exactly where you were coming from and thanks you for making him see what was best for him before he did something so drastic………. :) )
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hi liquid my darling :))) for your kiss prompts, in aid of you practising these prompt drabbles (and for my own indulgence xo) pls write whichever pairing your heart desires to the prompt of “wanna practise?” :’) thank u i love u
Please feel free to ask me more kiss prompts, which I definitely fill at some point in time (unspecified).
Wedding Bells, Wedding Kisses (Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, 900 words, drabble)
“Max!” Charles calls, slamming the front door open with significantly more force than necessary – dramatic, as always. Max mutes the stream he’s lurking in, thankful that he wasn’t on audio, and calls back.
“What’s up?”
Charles storms into the office, following the sound of Max’s voice. He stands in the doorway, cheeks a little red and chest moving like he’d run in from the parking garage. Despite the visible distress, Max can’t help but think that he looks adorable like this: worked-up over something that – inevitably – doesn’t actually matter. “Yeah?” Max starts again, half wondering if he’s meant to try and figure it out himself.
“The wedding.” Charles breathes, voice still a little shaky with whatever energy he’s buzzing on.
“The wedding.” Max nods along, as if it makes total sense, standing from his office chair. “You’re… nervous?” He prods gently as he makes his way towards the door, stopping when they’re face to face.
“How do you… how do we kiss? For the wedding.” He looks at Max with those wide, earnest eyes that always hit him right in the gut – trusting and honest and vulnerable.
But Max can’t help it: he laughs a little, no more than a snort. Charles ran up to the apartment, hair on end and eyes frantic, to ask about how to kiss? When they’ve kissed for years? Charles punches him on the arm before he can actually answer.
“Stop laughing, I’m serious!” He cries, voice one step away from a true whine. “How are we meant to kiss?”
“Like we always do?” Max offers, voice still light with laughter as Charles rolls his eyes dramatically.
“It’s not the same, Max. We do not have one, a wedding kiss.”
Max takes another step closer, closing the minimal distance between him and Charles – standing nearly chest to chest in the office doorway. He looks down at him, just a few centimeters that somehow makes all the difference, and takes in the state of his lips – clearly bitten during whatever bout of anxiety caught hold of him in the car. And it hits him:
“We can, of course…” He starts, watching Charles’s eyes flick to his own lips before meeting his gaze again. “Wanna practice?”
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Max guides them to the couch, shooing away the cats and grabbing Charles by the shoulders – urging him to sit. “So,” He starts, sitting down next to him carefully.
Charles looks nervous, hands gripping his thighs tightly, straining his jeans. Frazzled isn’t a strong enough word; he looks shaken to his core. Somehow, Max thinks, he looks even more distressed than when he tried to make a move on him for the first time – terribly drunk and painfully endearing, wearing his tux and still holding his Rookie of the Year trophy.
“Like this, then?” Max asks, leaning in and placing the most chaste of kisses on Charles’s cheek, right on the spot where his dimple forms.
Charles giggles, nervous and fleeting. “At least pretend you like me, yes?” His dimples are on display, his laugh firming up as Max pulls away and rolls his eyes.
“Sure, yeah, I can do that,” He says, moving a hand to Charles’s jaw, tilting his head ever so slightly in a familiar motion. With practiced ease, he slots their lips together. He can feel Charles continue to relax in his hand, the tension he holds in his face easing as Max sweeps his thumb along his cheek.
He sighs into it, making that little noise in the back of his throat that means he’s content, and Max takes it as an invitation. His hand slides to the base of Charles’s skull, fingers finding their spot in his soft, overgrown hair. Charles leans into him, allowing Max to pull them tighter together – allowing him to gently coax his mouth open, allowing him to kiss him deeper, to let him taste him fully.
Max moves his other hand to Charles’s hip, silently urging him to come closer, when Charles pulls away – lips stained Max’s favorite shade of blush. They match his cheeks, both alive from his touch.
“My mother will be there, you know,” Charles laughs a little, pushing against Max’s chest playfully. “Be respectful.” Max is listening, really, but it’s like part of him has been ignited; Charles almost seems bashful, chin tucked towards his chest slightly, long hair flopped boyishly over his forehead, lashes dark against his cheek as he looks down.
Max isn’t listening.
“Give her my apologies,” He smiles, grabbing Charles’s hips with both hands and pulling him onto his lap – earning a surprised noise, something between a gasp and a giggle. “My self control, you know,” He catches Charles’s lips again, tasting that delicious blush like it’s the first time “It’s not so good.”
“Max,” Charles tries to chastise him, voice closer to a moan than a beratement.
“Let’s practice later, ok? Wedding kissing,” Max says, moving his lips lower – hoping to elicit that hiccupy breath he loves so much when he touches him just right. With a delicate brush against the sensitive skin under his jaw, sliding up to catch his earlobe between his teeth, he whispers: “What d’you think?”
“I –” Charles starts, sentence falling off as Max slides a hand up his shirt, tracing the curve of his spine with feather-light touches. “Yeah, yes, um. Later, right.”
“Thought so.”
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