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captainsigge · 2 months

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Rugan o' Clearlight in the Underdark

#this pleases me greatly #that pollen is looking a little sus #better uuuuhhh #explore it #rugan #rugan o' clearlight #underdark #bg3 rugan #rugan bg3 #rugan fuckers unite #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #screenshots #Alternative Bhaalist Armor Set #zhent #zhentarim #coin spinners #luskan

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my-favourite-zhent · 3 months

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Happy Valentines day Rugan fuckers.

Thank you @leopardmuffinxo for helping me with the mods for this~~

And thank you everyone in the discord for all your delicious and hilarious posts/msgs today!

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arssomnii · 1 month

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Knight of Wands - Rugan

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quillowisp · 1 month

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From my new Lost Mines of Phandelver Pack which is made to be compatible with my Phandelver and Below: Shattered Obelisk handout pack on Etsy.

My version of the Zhentarim crest. I like to make my own crests since obviously just straight ripping someone else's would be stealing. But also there are a ton of real world crests out there and I think when I use those as inspiration the crests end up looking a lot more medieval-y, which I think is cool

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killerpancakeburger · 3 months

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Found some Zhentarim lore! ^^

From a book named "The leadership of the Zhentarim"

#rambling into the void #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #kpb plays bg3 #bg3 spoilers #zhentarim #zhentarims #bg3 lore #zhent

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vault-of-lore · 12 days

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Baldur's Gate 3 Phrases

Religious Phrases

Watching gods. x

Bane

Black Hand be thanked. x

Bloody fool, may the Black Hand take you. x

By The Black Hand, I told you to leave that alone. x

Beshaba

Beshaba's black bones. x

Mystra

By Mystra's eyelids. x

Waukeen

Coinmaiden guard your coffers. x

The Coinmaiden watches you. x

Waukeen be with me. x

Phrases

By the Nine Hells. x

Damn thing's sealed tighter than a Duke's pursestrings. x

Little serpent, long shadow. x

My horns for a normal day. x

She toys with us like a tressym with a pigeon. x

#writing resources #resources #bg3 phrases #bg3 bane #bg3 beshaba #bg3 waukeen #bg3 mystra #bg3 tiefling #zhentarim #zhent #black hand #bg3 tressym #nine hells

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animentality · 4 months

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Gortash begging the dark urge to come back to him, but they say no, and he resorts to threats and says, "Be reasonable. I don't want to hurt you."

and the dark urge, even without memories, just responds instinctively, decisively:

"Since when?"

#AND THATS A ONE HIT KO LADIES AND GENTS AND ZHENTS #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #dark urge #enver gortash #durgetash

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pinacoladamatata · 9 months

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#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #I HAVE QUESTIONS #why is he a vamp now!?#why was he REALLY w the zhents?#does cazador know this?#omfg #also choke him Astarion! bitch stole ur clothes!

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bearhugsandshrugs · 3 months

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#rugan #took this picture of him being soft #he's too attractive to be a zhent gdi

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leopardmuffinxo · 3 months

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so i have (more) Rugan brainworms thanks to @littleplasticrat and @dustdeepsea's art posts, here (sfw version, Patreon has the goods) and here, so i'm currently tweaking something for when i finally record more footage of our favorite Zhentarim idiot. below the cut b/c he's nakey. not fully nude though, so no peen jump scare. sorry lol. maybe later.

#i gave him a little loose bang too #i wish i could mod this on him specifically but alas #i'm not that talented... yet #prolly gonna make the zhent tat smaller and possibly move it #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #rugan

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my-favourite-zhent · 2 months

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@captainsigge helped me fix my mods so here is a little Rugan Romance for you.

#rugan #bg3 rugan #rugan bg3 #bg3 #zhentarim #zhent #baldurs gate 3 rugan #tav x rugan #rugan x tav #rugan fuckers unite #bg3 kiss #bg3 edit #izzy x rugan #rugan x izzy #oc: izzy #my edits

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arssomnii · 19 days

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FULGO

#fulgo #zhent #zhentarim #lightning #serpent #dragon #banner #guild #forgotten realms #faerun #dnd #pattern #design #digital art #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #artist #ilustration #art

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truly-sincerely · 10 days

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So kissies will happen in Patch 8, then yes?

#bg3 #durgetash #durge x gortash #I am joking #this is a joke #I don't need Larian to add durgetash romance #that's what fandom and my own dirty brain is for #what I really want is just more act 3 polish in general #I desperately want the Stone Lord/Guild/Zhent questline to be more dynamic #More Banite content #Rugan #For companions to react when Bhaal kills my durge #For NPCs in the city to be more dynamically aware of what has occurred in their immediate vicinity and/or the city at large #also let us reunite Isobel with Squire

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killerpancakeburger · 4 months

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It's so funny to me that Rugan only knows how to compliment someone by insulting them lmao. I'm not even mad. "Crafty swine" "beautiful bastard" etc

Tav messing with him after killing Zarys: Hmm I'm not sure if I should untie you. You called me a swine.

Rugan: T'Was a compliment!

Tav: From the pov of a Zhent maybe... but you're gonna need to learn normal compliments if you want me to keep saving your dumb ass

#it must be a zhent thing i think #anyway im enjoying it too much #rambling into the void #bg3 #bg3 rugan #rugan #trying to fill the rugan tag all by myself lmfao #baldur's gate 3

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crossdressingdeath · 4 months

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Rugan: ...no more... Kyvir: Free him. Rugan: ...you beautiful bastard... thought my luck had finally run out...

Ah. So there were consequences to robbing the Zhents. Sorry, Rugan. It's so nice of him to not hold a grudge, seeing as it is our fault that he's tied to a chair with the shit beaten out of him.

Also after setting him free he ran out of the cave and vanished. I hope he shows up again later, I really do like him.

#bg3 #bg3 rugan #got to kill a bunch of zhents for this guy which was fun

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fistfuloftarenths · 3 months

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isn't it a marvel

Pairing: Rugan x AFAB!Tav Rating: G Wordcount: 1400 Genre: Self-indulgence Summary: Tav, Rugan, and Olly after the end of the world has been averted, sitting in a tavern in Waterdeep. Tav causes minor trouble, as is her wont. AO3 link here

Faerun never stayed saved. Not for her, not for anyone. Not even Elminster. On this fine spring afternoon, however, it seemed to have slowed its hurtling towards certain destruction to a near-halt. Tav had some hours to idle away, and meant to make the most of her reprieve.

The tavern reminded her of the Singing Lute, back in the Gate. Small, cantilevered over the water, and crawling with bards. None of them were familiar to Tav, and yet the conversations she could overhear were the same as ever - someone had a new lute, someone else had finally brought down the hammered dulcimer they’d been talking about for weeks, someone owed someone else money and didn’t have it, someone had a new hat, and - bards being bards - there was that one table who were convinced of their own natural superiority, and were talking too loud and flinging themselves about in dramatic poses.

Tav and her companions were tucked in a corner, their backs comfortable against the sea wall. Their choice of table is habitual now, much like the way she always checks for other exits. A trellis covered with vines shelters them from the sun and lines of sight, and Rugan has a shield up, just in case. Her chair was tipped back, one booted foot on the railing to keep her balance, and she was quietly running through fingerpicking exercises on her new lute. Yesterday Gale had reinforced it with magic, while Tav paced around his room in an excess of nervous energy. Just because her wizard friend was a genius didn’t mean he understood the importance of tuning, or resonance, and Tav had had to stop herself flinching every time a spell took and sank into the marquetry.

His calculations had been right, and Tav was delighted with the results. The instrument ought to survive the indignities of the road with aplomb. Tucked away in a pouch she also had a fingerpick ring for the first knuckle of her thumb. This was enchanted to amplify the volume of her lute, but Rugan had taken one look at it and approved of it as a way to take someone’s eye out.

He was sitting next to her, talking to Olly over a pint of something bitter. Her Zhent looked much the same as he did when she met him. Less blood. His hair wasn’t as grey as it should be, and he’d stopped complaining about his knees a couple of winters ago. Tav had her suspicions about this, but she was reluctant to look a gift Zhent in the mouth, not when she wanted it to keep kissing her for decades yet. In her opinion the gods owed her for that whole tadpole business - still owe her, really. Turned out that getting out of the world-saving business was harder than she’d thought.

Olly looked well, crow-black pulled back in a glossy ponytail and no longer hiding behind his fringe. She wasn’t entirely sure what he did these days, and hadn’t asked, since what she doesn’t know can’t be winkled out of her with magic or torture or both. Regardless, smiles were coming easily on his face, and he was carrying at least two items that were positively seething with enchantment. Whoever he was running with now was much better for him than the Gate crew ever was. Present company excluded.

Tav seized upon a lull in the conversation. “I learned a new one,” she said to Olly, and strummed a little louder so the tune would carry over to him. Rugan, recognising it, sighed heavily. Tav ignored him. “Comes from Moonshae, or so they told me.”

“They're far from staid after a raid,

These men of Zhentil Keep.

They kill off all the women,

For they much prefer the sheep.

The men don't eat their ill-got treat.

Not one of them's a glutton.

So isn't it a marvel

That they always smell of mutton?

Olly laughed. “They used to call us sheepfuckers at home. Busted some heads about it as a boy. Or tried to.”

“Met a man from Ashabenford who claimed goats were a better lay than sheep,” Rugan added. “Said they were friskier.” As with most of Rugan’s stories, it was impossible to tell if he was lying. It seemed plausible, and yet -

He hadn’t taken the song with that much equanimity when Tav had first learned it, so much so that Tav had taken perverse delight in whistling the melody at odd times and places and waiting until the scowl lowered itself onto his face. Things had come to a head over Tav's extended digression about whether it would be ethical for Rugan to eat mutton stew. They had been very late starting on the road the following morning.

Unfortunately, Tav’s lapse into fond memories was interrupted. Someone from one of the closer tables had come over, and was looking uncomfortably at her.

“Excuse me,” said the interlocutor, a young human girl in peacock velvet and a scarlet feather in her cap, “but you might want to be careful where you play that. The Black Network has eyes and blades everywhere.”

“Do you mean to say there might be Zhentarim here? Listening to me?” Tav asked, all wide-eyed innocence and absolutely not looking anywhere near the man next to her.

“Davil Starsong’s played on that very stage,” said the girl pointing, where the hammered dulcimer was being drowned out by the table of posturing assholes. A pity, because Tav would have liked to hear it. It’s not the sort of instrument she came across often on the road.

“Hmmm,” said Tav, noncommittally, and strummed through the first few bars again. The girl looked pleadingly at Rugan, being the oldest and presumably the wisest of their little group.

“Shouldn’t think she’s got much to fear from the Zhents, lass,” he rumbled, and slid a hand onto Tav’s thigh. Tav relented - the girl didn’t know, and the warning was kindly meant.

“I’ll keep it in mind,” she said. “But while you’re here - who are that group over there? With the purple hat and the moustache? The loud ones?”

“Them,” said the girl, screwing up her face with disgust. “That’s Arlon. His aunt’s a guildmaster, and his uncle married up, and they’ve got a lock on half the good parties.”

Tav nodded. There was good money to be made there, and if they liked you they’d ask for you again. Most of the time the kitchen staff would feed you leftovers, too, and damn if the rich didn’t eat well. If you could get your foot in the door. If.

“He’s not even that good,” continued the girl. “Says he likes Volo, because everyone knows them and it’s easy.”

Tav shot bolt up right anyway, outraged. “Volo’s not even a bard,” she spat, and Rugan chuckled into his beer.

“Exactly!” said the girl. “He’s a -”

“Lying hack of a wizard,” finished Tav, vengefully. She glared at Arlon. “Something should be done.” Rugan’s hand tightened on the inside of her thigh. Careful.

“Er,” the girl said, somewhat doubtfully. Her eyes flicker across to Olly, who grinned back at her. Gods, he’s grown up.

“I’m not going to burn down your local,” Tav said. “Just…dampen the noise. Promise.”

“Really?” The girl’s eyes shone.

“You can’t,” said Tav. “I can, and I’m leaving town tomorrow. Consider it a thank you for the warning.”

“Oh. All right.”

“You should go sit down. Don’t want to be near me when it happens.”

Tav tapped a soft rhythm onto the body of her lute, summoning water, and dropped it onto Arlon and his clique. Shrieks of outrage and surprise echoed across the bay, and then most of the bar was laughing, and laughing hard. Water’s heavier than people think, but Tav has judged it nicely; they’re drenched to the skin and will have to sadly squelch all their way home, but no one is physically injured. Gods, they look ridiculous, careful coiffeuses turned to lank rat’s tails on their necks. Even Arlon’s moustache is drooping. They barely manage to flounce as they leave.

“Nice work,” said Rugan, into her ear, in that tone, in that voice. Deliberately, Tav guesses; he knows the effect that has on her. He slid his hand further up her thigh, and Tav shot him a sideways glare. Damn him. Damn her susceptibility to him.

Emboldened, the hammered dulcimer player launched into a frottole, and began to sing.

#bg3 fanfic #bg3 rugan #bg3 olly #my tav #bards will be bards #with thanks to @my-favourite-zhent who found the original shanty on the forgotten realms wiki

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