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#she's a goblin with some rage issues but i'd do anything for her
cosmicharm · 3 months
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Straight to the heart Light me up before I'm done Straight to the heart Hear the thunder roar
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dragonsfell · 2 months
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❝ i’m sorry. it’s been hard, huh? ❞ [ jackson @ caledonia, bg3 verse pls? owo ]
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It's been full steam ahead for her, easier to speed forward with all the gusto that she could conjure up. It was a lot, would go on for days with the singular goal of whatever the rest of their camp put in front of her. An iron door, she's blast and bash her way through it. A hat's hut? Well, she wasn't going to let any old creepy lady bother her any day ever. A goblin camp? Did you know that goblins make for beautiful ice sculptures?
Scaling a tower in a shadow cursed land that sits atop a mind flayer colony? If that entire ordeal hadn't been terrifying on a lot of levels. Like what the fuck is wrong with people? She had quite a time ripping through anything, but nothing led to answers of her empty head. What of she was she going to do about that?
Not even a town name came to recognition. She froze in her sleep, the camp would wake.up cold if she slept too close to the fire because in her sleep she would ice out the fire. So she slept on the farside away from the fire; leaking magic. What a sorry lot some of them were. Shadowheart wasn't concerned about her memory issues, meanwhile Caledonia feels like a fraud because she's got horns and a tail, and she definitely was not one of the tieflings from Elturel (which there were tieflings from everywhere). Gale's got a bomb in his chest, Karlach, an engine for a heart. And she's got an empty head, there's some memories of a THEM she had been running from, but they don't even have faces.
It's as they were on the road toward Baldur's Gate that her empty head comes to a blow, ready to ram or bunt her head, knocks horns with everyone. If she didn't freeze everything she touches (not literally), she should have been a barbarian with the rage she felt at the utter emptiness inside.
You get to decide who you, but what if what she was is better, had been mightier than she is now? What if she's been thoroughly robbed of someone she liked being? There's a longing for a sense of self, for a person that they once were. The only suggestion she had was the scales around her face, she may hale from a draconic bloodline.
❝ It's been fine! ❞ Caledonia argues right off the handle when all Jackson was trying to do was acknowledge she wasn't as invincible or unbothered as she acted. Her vibrato changes, dropping several levels and she hangs her head low. ❝ Squidface didn't even have a peeson to pull from to try to allure me; he showed up with my whole face. ❞
She gestures to her self, her face. The tattoos, the scars, and make a little swirl with her hands to indicate the horns. ❝ How fucking empty can a person be that Master manip-u-fuck couldn't even come up with someone I'd recognize? ❞
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