#Fido the Bard
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So bc I'm silly, I never checked the character sheet for Fido.
The mod
The mod makes everything 30. All their stats.
I'm dying. That's so perfectly overkill
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Got any ideas what to feed a Falmer? Years ago Grandfather captured one and kept it in the cellar. Now I have to figure out what to feed it so I can drug it and hopefully release it back into the wild so I can fulfill Grandpapy’s last wish to “see Fido to a good home.” Its not touching beef and it’s barely eating the skeevers I’m throwing it. I’m worried that pappy may have been feeding it bandits, tax collectors and wandering bards, and I don’t have enough sleeping potion to cover an entire body. Any help would be appreciated. Thank you.
Well. Uh. Falmer tend to eat exactly what you'd expect them to eat, including skeevers. Are you roasting them first? If you can, get some chaurus eggs from an alchemist, they seem to like those too. By the Nine, the sorts of mail the courier delivers me...this goes right up there with the Ogre Incident. ~Talviel
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Shackled - Ch 3
Summary: After nearly ten years, Sam Winchester calls Miriam Bard to collect on a life debt. Unfortunately for Miriam, Sam leaves out a few important details.
Warning: Implied loss of family, grieving, depression, cursing, Demon!Dean, threats of violence, emotional manipulation, mind fuckery, psychological manipulation, short‘n’snarky, 18+ ONLY, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Word count: 1151
Author’s Note: Thanks again to @thoughtslikeaminefield and @cracksinthewalls , without whom this chapter would be a lot less of everything. I also really appreciate everyone’s lovely comments, hearts, and reblogs; you are all wonderful. I will try to get at least one chapter a week up, but I am in the middle of taxes, doctors, and registering my car (legal shit, amirite?).
If you’re reading this, hi! Have a seat and strap in, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride (in the best way!).
In case you missed it:
Ch 1 | Ch 2
Chapter 3
“Two days at the absolute longest,” Sam said for the third time as he awkwardly zipped his bag with his off-hand. Miriam gave him a look, and he sighed.
“I know. I’m sorry. The kitchen has plenty of supplies; your room is near enough that you should be able to hear anything, or-”
“Or I can just drag in a mattress and have a good, old-fashioned slumber party. Sam, go. The sooner you leave, the sooner you’ll get back. I’ve got my holy water stash, I’ve got the knife, I’ve got my gun, and I’ve got you on speed dial. Short of a missile launcher or God himself intervening, I think we’re as prepared as we’re going to get.”
Sam let out a sharp breath, dropping his gaze from hers and nodding. He started to say something, then changed his mind and hefted his bag over his good shoulder. He lifted a small cooler from the map table and started towards the stairs. He stopped again, one foot on the bottom step, having some sort of internal debate.
“Miriam,” he finally said, “he’s...don’t let him get to you. It’s really...He can read things off you, get inside your head. He’s gonna find whatever he thinks will hurt you the most and press on it. Hard.”
“From what I remember, Dean was always good at reading people and pressing buttons,” Miriam said. “I’ll be okay, Sam. I’m as forewarned as I can be, all considered.”
“I know what you’re going through, believe me, I do. I wouldn’t ask you if there was anyone else.”
She held up a hand, cutting off his apology. “I get it, Sam. I’ve got you. I’ve got this. Go.”
Sam hesitated, his jaw working worriedly. Then he gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded.
“Right. Call me if you need me.” And then he was gone, leaving Miriam alone in a massive underground bunker with her demons, both inner and otherwise.
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“You know that gun can’t kill me, right?”
The smirk wasn’t quite as effective as it had been earlier, but Miriam was a little better prepared. She also had the distinct feeling he wasn’t putting the same effort into it this time.
“Doesn’t have to kill you. Just has to slow you down.”
Dean pursed his lips as he considered, then he nodded in agreement. She kept one eye on him as she slowly circled the room, looking for any important details she might have missed. Nothing loose behind the shelves except the table with its row of holy water flasks. Nothing within the trap that could be used as a weapon.
Of course, there was nothing to worry about anyway because Dean wasn’t getting out. He couldn’t. No way.
Miriam’s finger twitched against the trigger guard.
“You gonna circle all day, honey? Gettin’ dizzy over here.”
The demon sounded bored, of all things, and Miriam realized that she didn’t really know much about demon emotions. Or functions. Or anything, really.
“You gonna need feeding? I’m not walking you to the bathroom, princess.”
She was startled when her snark earned her a genuine smile. He was still in what she’d started thinking of as his human face, and the crinkles of skin next to his eyes were surprisingly appealing. Rough, but endearing.
Strange, she thought. Must’ve been too distracted by the case back in the day. Never thought much of you the first time around.
“You never thought much of him,” Dean said suddenly, and she glanced at the demon sharply. “Doesn't hold a candle to what you think of me. Papa’s got a brand new bag.”
She stared at him, shaken. Was he reading her or her thoughts? She didn’t think she was that easy to read, but then again, who knew? The alternative, however, was that he was actually in her head, seeing every little thought, every insecurity, every fear.
Either way, he was definitely getting under her skin.
“Does that cheesy bullshit work on anyone?” she asked, letting irritation creep into her tone. Not much got through her haze of numbness and fatigue these days, and she wasn’t pleased that Dean had such an inexplicable effect on her.
Something to consider when he’s not examining me, she thought.
His eyes narrowed, and she shook her head, wondering where that bizarre magnetism she’d felt from him earlier had gone. Maybe she’d been delirious from lack of sleep and too much driving. She steeled herself and took a few steps closer, examining his bonds as best she could without touching them.
The inscribed cuffs bound the demon to the arm of the chair on one side. Sam had done a thorough job securing both Dean’s arms and legs with ropes. She had to admit the younger Winchester had been right; short of an earthquake cracking the sigils on the floor, Miriam really couldn’t imagine Dean getting out of his confines.
As she was checking the knots on his arms once more, admiring Sam’s neat work, a mark on the inside of Dean’s forearm caught her eye. It looked burned on, a brand rather than a tattoo. She’d never seen anything like it, but she couldn't help staring, as if-
“Checking up on the goods, darlin’? Feel free to get hands-on, I won’t mind.”
She snorted, straightening her back with an audible pop. Time to get a little rest, put some space between her and the demon. She’d had more than enough of this nonsense for the time being.
“Down, Fido. I’m gonna catch an hour or two. Don’t wake me up unless you want the less fun kind of sponge bath,” she added, flicking her eyes significantly to the table full of holy water. His glare and flared nostrils were answer enough.
Just to be safe, though, she brought one of the flasks with her.
She didn’t dare go very far, though, not until she was truly sure he couldn't break out. She thought for a moment before pushing the shelves back into place and firmly closing the door behind her. If he got loose, she’d have at least a few moments notice from the noise.
And this way she didn’t have to fall asleep with him staring a hole through her head. She had enough emotional demons possessing her brain already; no need to add a literal one to the mix.
Miriam settled down in the nest of pillows she’d left in the hallway, doing her best to get comfortable on the floor. Better than a lot of places I’ve slept, she admitted as she pulled a blanket up around her shoulders, tilting her head back against the wall. She listened to the whoosh of the air vents, the creaking of the ropes and clinking of handcuffs as Dean tested his bonds again and again, and the eventual growls of frustration as he gave up for the time being.
Not so bad, she thought before she drifted off.
Chapter 4 is up!
#supernatural#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural fanfic#spn#spn fanfiction#spn fanfic series#spn fanfic#spn fic#supernatural fic#demon!dean#demon dean#snarky demon!dean#Dean winchester#Sam Winchester#How is it Sam can mother hen and still be evasive as fuck#rising storm#tension building#sweet dreams miriam#I am not known for being nice to my original characters#I rarely apologize#Who am I kidding#I apologize for everything
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Some Npcs from my current campaign In order:
Bree: High Elf Sorcerer with an interesting fashion sense, part of the rival party to my players.
Nesslerod: Formerly a Gnome, after a botched reincarnation spell he came back as a Racoon. Part of the rival party and worshiper of Jesus.
Borg: Barbarian human with the temperament of a golden retriever, his one goal in life is to become a bard. Part of the rival party.
Risotta: Beautiful and charming princess, daughter of Herzog the Merely Worried. Quoted from the book: ‘But alas, she has the brains of a two day old tuna sandwich’
Herzog the Merely Worried: King of Castle Greyhawk.
Snapper and Fido: Entrepreneurs and owners of the business Stuck Doors B Us. They have a specialty in opening the often jammed doors of the castle.
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@glidewing-bard said: "Name him Rover! Or, uh, Fido, or Fluffy, or Buddy, or–" It just seems like he's listing off popular dog names.
“ My musically talented friend, this is no mere pup, this is a Griffoth. It needs a m a j e s t i c name. One that will strike fear through a mere mention! Have you any of those types of titles...? ”
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Bound to you ch1
A/N this is one of my crazy ideas. Please note this is the Bourne novels not the movies. It is also combined with the soulmate prompt from Tumblr. Will be Gellert/Newt dont like dont read.
Thank you for to @silverynight and @reina1505 for helping me with this fic. It is going to be a fun one to do.
Also the way POV's are written will change back and forth depending on the personality that is in control. I also have changed the date of when the CIA was founded to the earlier 1900s instead of 1947.
Newt's POV
His hands shook at the sight in front of him. The air cracked with his angry magical energy. Burning flesh scent filled the air. Its acidic scent burned his throat. Yet he did not move away or tear his eyes from the sight.
Burned corpses surrounded the barely of age wizard. Newt had only been in the war effort for three months. The entire time he had worked with and loved the dragons. Unlike the humans they didn't judge him.
The eldest dragon took to him as if he was her own. She didnt mind his presence or that he was curious about their behaviors. Every day he would spend his time with the dragons.
The first time his fellow soldiers found them in the pen they about had a heart attack. It wasn't until they saw how at ease the dragons were with him. They wanted him to teach them how to handle the dragons.
Two months it took but each of squad could handle a dragon each. When it came to the female elder only Newt was allowed near her. She trusted him in a way that she trusted no others.
Newt had only left camp for a few hours on a scouting mission. When he returned Ministry wizards were trying to scavenge scales from the dead bodies of his dragons. His fellow dragoniers were being held at wand point. Counting Newt there were only five of them and they were viciously outnumbered by the Ministry.
There wasn't even half a second for him to consider the consequences of his actions. He began a barrage of heavy explosive spells. They were sent with deadly accuracy.
Only one Ministry official was able to get a shield up in time. With the shield he was still sent back several feet. The others were thrown from across the camp unmoving as they landed.
Despite Newt never finishing his formal schooling he could duel with the best. Most people remember him as the strange man with the creatures. Only Professor Dumbledore knew that he had the innate talent for dueling. Under his guidance it was flourished.
In his fourth year Newt mastered the Patronus charm. It's corporeal form was that of a wolf. The surprise on Dumbledore's face would have been hilarious if anyone else had seen it. For Newt it was refreshing and made the boy smile. A rare thing seen by any other than his creatures.
Dueling practice had become tea time afterwards. Newt slowly became more comfortable with the older man.
It was on accident one day that during a duel that a cutting curse hit his robe over his right wrist. This revealed his soulmate mark. Newt wasn't ashamed of his mark; more confused by it. He recognized it from the the book Tales if Beatle and Bard.
At the time his parents had been thrilled. The Scammander family was neutral to dark as a whole. Theseus was on the lighter side of neutral by choice. Newt had been on the darker side of if. Like his parents he didn't care about whether it was dark or light. They taught him that it was all intention.
Dumbledore had gone paler than the ghosts. Immediately he warned Newt to never let anyone see it. That his soulmate was a dangerous man.
Newt took the advice as that, advice. He wasn't one of his classmates who went looking for his soulmate. All he wanted was to look after creatures.
When his parents died in his fourth year Dumbledore had been there for him. A friend where the rest of the world looked down upon him. Well him and Leta.
Leta Lestrange a Slytherin in his year was the only friend his age. She was unsure about him at first. Given that he felt the same about anyone he met then they made a good match to be friends. Outcasts no matter where they went.
Then he had been expelled because he stuck up for her. His only friend his age. It was only later did he find out that she didnt do the same for him. Not that it would have changed anything.
So with a year left to his schooling he was sent home. He was given a suitcase with an undetectable extension charm on it. Dumbledore gave it to him so that he could help creatures. Before he left he took the bowtruckles hiding in the Forbidden Forest with him. They had been tormented by students for long enough.
That's how he ended up on the war front. If he had not been expelled he would not have been eligible to join the army. Following Theseus's lead against his older brother's wishes he had joined. Newt never expected for this to happen.
His attention was brought back to the duel as a sickly yellow curse came at him. A quick wordless shield and it was blocked. Much like himself this man had no qualms about using dark spells.
The Ministry officials that had been blown off their feet were slowly getting up. They had wary looks in their eyes. It seemed they didn't want to try to their luck again.
They went to and from each using powerful spells. Newt could feel his magical reserves deplenishing. If this kept up he would be beaten.
As if sensing his thoughts the man man blocked another curse but did not return in kind. Both stood staring at each other.
The dark haired man began in a low rumble that echoed around them, "I did not know what was going to be done here today. I was only told of some new recruits for an operation I am putting together. It was one of wo things I came for today. The other was to find a Newton Fido Artemis Scammander. If I had known then I would have stopped them."
Newt didn't lower his wand but he was listening. There wasn't an ounce of deception in the other's voice. As far as he could tell the man was telling the truth.
Newt snapped back watching the man's wand for any indication of an attack, "I'm Newt Scammander. What do you want?"
The man replied with an honest look of regret, "I am Lieutenant Colonel David Abboyt from MACUSA's CIA branch. Two months ago one of my platoons went missing. An English platoon with Second Lieutenant Theseus Scammander went to rescue them two weeks ago. Information received suggests that they were captured and killed along with the original platoon. You have my sincerest condolences Corporal Scamander."
It was as if winter had set in three months early. Snow could have been falling with how cold he became.
Thee was dead? The only family he had left in the world was gone? His world was turned on itself. Without Theseus he was all alone in the world.
He was without kith or kin any longer. What was he supposed to do now?
For the first time in his life he felt truly lost. This wasn't even something he felt when he was expelled. Theseus had been there for him and helped. Now even he was gone.
The feeling of loss was quickly replaced by another feeling he was unfamiliar with; rage. If his anger had been a flame before it was a wildfire now. Never before had he felt the need to kill someone. Normally a gentle soul he felt no qualms about finding and killing those who killed his brother.
The members of his platoon began to move away. They wanted no part of the conversation that would ensue. Newt trusted them to take care of the bodies. Just like him they were attached to their dragons. A connection in them had died that night.
Then the word he had overlooked for his name hit him. He questioned, "What operation?"
Abbott's blue eyes sparked with interest. He replied, "You have the magical skill for it but would you be willing to learn to fight like muggle. Not just shooting a gun but hand to hand."
He paused eyeing Newt up and down. The younger man refused to say anything. He would not look weak. Not when he stood around the bodies of his precious dragons.
Abbott continued, "The operation will be known as Medusa. It is made up of the worst kinds of criminals. It will be men from all countries and origins. Training will be given. There would be a few such as yourself who aren't but not many. Remember they wont be your friends. If they get the chance they will kill you. This is not an official operation however. I am in control of it but if you speak to anyone outside of the group I'll deny it. If you get captured there will be no rescue. From the moment you are assigned a team you are apart of it. There will be no going back until the war is over."
There was no hesitation or requiring time to think about it, "If it means going after those that killed my brother then so be it."
Even if he had to become a monster.
#assassin newt#newt scamander#percival graves#gellert grindelwald#grindel newt#fbwtft#jason bourne (books!)#alpha#bravo#charlie#delta#echo#foxtrot#gamma#Medusa#alexander conklin#morris panov#split personality#soul mates
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I kinda got in Too Deep with Phyrea’s family in particular a few weeks back and since I still haven’t written her or Tiaathque up, so a quick run-down of Phyrea’s four parents:
her bio-mom (Flame Mom), Helene Panagopoulos: (mostly) human phoenix sorcerer like her daughter (it’s been passed down the female line for centuries) who multi-classed into fiend warlock by accident; kind of a little bit the illegitimate relative of royalty (it was a plot point during their adventuring years because her father wanted her dead); is the kind of impulsive, earnest, and honestly kinda stupid that accidentally multi-classes into fiend warlock in exchange for language lessons but has the advantage of now being so fucking terrifying that her royal relatives don’t dare fuck with her anymore
her Axe Dad, Murgatroyd Knee-Breaker: half-orc totem barbarian who considers himself the defender, provider, and only sensible member of the family (to be fair, he has absolutely the highest wisdom, and he does take the big hits); despite his fighting style, outside of battle is the voice of caution and even the tactician of the group, and only wades in grimly to defend his soft but ferocious spouses; as a father is very indulgent and kind and loves carrying his kids around on his shoulders or letting them try to beat him up, but when actually acting as a disciplinarian is the sternest and most terrifying
her Party Dad, Quarion Rothorah: drow life cleric of Sune who started out as an entertainer with a couple levels of bard, then had a Religious Experience with another cleric and became a devoted worshipper; still travels sometimes as a missionary, but is mostly putting that off until all the kids are grown up and his spouses pass on (he’s realistic about the lifespan thing, though he has no intention of dwelling on it), and just serves as a local priest; he has charisma out the ass, is the kind of healer who will just let you suffer if you got the wound doing something stupid, and pretends to be a languid, snarky, mostly-useless hedonist but can be terrifying when he needs to intimidate someone
her Dragon Mom, Kimbatuul Antrara: dragonborn monk, way of the open hand, very clearly a cross between a silver dragonborn and a blue dragonborn and Doesn’t Want To Talk About It; comes off as chill, serious, and dedicated by dint of talking little, meditating a lot, and maintaining a neutral expression, but is actually a socially awkward mess who is constantly panicking internally and is still, like twenty years after they settled down and got married, flustered and delighted that the people she likes like her back; is the easiest parent to fool because she takes everything her kids say at face value, but they don’t abuse that too much because she will back them without a single question and most of them do appreciate that
They have sixteen kids, most of whom are adopted (relatives, children of fellow-adventurers who met misfortune or didn’t want to settle down, a couple of kids they saved while adventuring themselves), but the biological children include two half-orcs (Murtragoyd and Helene), a half-elf (Quarion and Helene), Phyrea (Helene and, apparently, an ifrit), another half-elf (Quarion and a fellow-cleric), and twin dragonborn children who look like a black/silver/blue mix (Quarion cites “a blessing of Sune” and Antrara also Doesn’t Want To Talk About That).
They also have a permanent Unseen Servant spell that they’ve nicknamed Greg and is the subject of an extremely elaborate and long-running in-joke (Quarion insists that Greg needs to be thanked for its helpfulness so as not to hurt its feelings, and children and disrespectful guests are expected to apologize to Greg for the messes they create), and a hellhound named Fido whom they rescued and rehabilitated during the adventure that probably made sure Helene’s soul won’t actually be forfeit to her language teacher when she dies.
#phyrea#i just got very excited about these guys#i also have lots of thoughts on the wizards who raised tiaathque#but haven't laid them out in quite so orderly a fashion#maybe i'll do that in cash office today?
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Matinee Concert 2! From Pinkman hall in Longy at Harvard Square. IL PASTOR FIDO "Vivaldi, Sposa son disprezzata" #ibil #internationalbaroqueinstitutearlongy #cambridge #longy #labellavenezia #longyschoolofmusic #harvardsquare #jobsalazarfonseca #baroqueviolinutah (at Longy School of Music of Bard College)
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When you forget whats in a cave but the speak with animals spell comes in clutch alongside your eldritch patron giving you frankly disgusting amounts of bonuses:
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Astarion later is going to be just. Flummoxed that Fido didnt know he was a vampire from reading the books and they just. Cross their arms and kick dirt. Mumbles something.
"What was that?"
"I THOUGHT you were ALBINO ok!"
"And my teeth?"
"Lae'zel has sharp teeth too! And Karlach!"
"Neither of them are elves, darling."
"I DON'T KNOW! I just assumed everyone was a shade of elf and it'd be rude to ask!" His expression betrays his amusement and they stomp a foot. "Everyones human where I come from, okay? And its rude as hell to go 'huh you look different WHAT ARE YOU'. So I just!! Didnt think about it!"
"You're adorable when you're all frustrated. Its cute."
"Lie better."
"Wha- you wound me! Take the compliment."
"No, because you don't mean it. Also if you're going to be around people I suggest getting a scarf." He stalled for a second, confusion flashing across his features. They gestured vaguely to the side of their neck. "Your bite is pretty obvious. I put it down to random scarring but if people are on alert."
"... good point."
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I'm collecting books with Fido under the rp of them learning about the world, imagining Gale teaching them to read common etc and
I have found 9 copies of the same Curse of The Vampyre.
Astarion is in their party.
I just imagine them holding up a book like "what's this one"
He squints at the battered cover and sighs.
"The vampire one, again."
They pause and look at the rest of the party picking through the chamber.
"Are vampires that big a problem here? You'd think they're falling put of the woodwork."
"Yes," Astarion deadpans, trying not to stand in a way that the candle light will highlight his eyes. "You would think so. They're not that common in my experience, though."
"Still good to learn about, I suppose." They slot the book in beside the rest. "In my world they're just stories. Oh! I should tell you guys Dracula someday."
"Let me guess, vampire slaying? Dashing heros?"
"Kinda? One guys basically a wizard with all the shit he knows, one guy runs a madhouse and is like a breath away from being a mad scientist. Ones a cowboy-- think rancher with a crossbow that shoots really hard. Ones just a rich guy. The main guy is Jonathan Harker, his wife Mina and oh god, I forgot Lucy!" They waved their hands excitedly before reining it in. "Its a great story but that can wait. Let's see of that lever open a the door or if we're about to explode."
"Why," Shadowheart paused, nearest the button, and squinted. "Would we explode?"
"Dunno, traps? Dramatic end of a dungeon?"
"Traps like that are rare, thankfully." Gale turned another book in his hands and snorted. "Rarer than this bloody book, at any rate."
Basically Astarion tasks himself with destroying so many books and is more likely to be caught doing that than trying to bite Fido. Which is suspicioussss.
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I just discovered that the mod i'm using to make Fido invulnerable does many other things as well. Which i am incorporating because it delights me how unhinged it is in context, with few exceptions.
So it doesn't actually make them invulnerable, it just makes it so you have unlimited Attacks, 40ft movement speed, makes your AC some number i can't actually find but i know its higher than the 11 its displaying, and gives you access to Eldritch Blast with three beams. Dissonant Whispers does like 400 damage. Vicious Mockery does 200. Weapon attacks always crit. You get advantage on all rolls and +15 to all checks. I legitimately cannot overstate how op this ring makes you.
To keep the game fun i'm limiting myself to one attack per turn and normal movement.
What i've chosen to keep is the concept that Fido found a magic ring connected to a Great Old One. How did it end up on earth? Well, canonically Earth is part of the planar system, and portals between it and Toril exist. They just dropped through a similar portal while wearing the ring and are currently using the power of this talisman for evil. AKA not dying the milisecond they step on a rock too hard.
It's their own version of "i got sent to another world with my smart phone" or w/e. Normal bard stats if they remove the ring, which i'm going to say for narrative sake cannot actually be done. Because Mol's little hooligans would have yoinked that thing the second they set foot in the grove and i know this.
That said the likelihood of Fido ever finding this out is slim because unless the GOO tied to the ring talks to them, their knowledge of dnd things is expressly like... The Adventure Zone and surrounding wiki walks at 3am. Their assumption is just that they lucked into a wildly powerful item and oh no what's the downside. Because there has to be one.
Basically Fido is theoretically overpowered, and functionally restricted by not actually knowing why they can do literally any of it.
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First person to try drilling down on what Fido's deal is would be Gale, between adventuring and actually sleeping. He's limited to whatever books they can scrounge initially [as Fido is hoarding them to learn about the world they're now stuck in], but by the time they get to Baldur's Gate he's going to have some very specific queries outside of the whole Crown research thing.
First person to go "Maybe this is a warlock thing" is, naturally, Wyll. Because Fido is going to eldritch blast something in a panic and he's going to go "now hold on". Also because I imagine Mizora would think it was hilarious another warlock is making noise about his deal. They make some barbed comment to her, the magic flaring a bit, and she tuts at Wyll for consorting with 'that mean old octopus' behind her back like this. Leaves before explaining anything.
Astarion 100% believes they're lying about not knowing they're bound up with some apparently tentacled monster when it comes out. like. just thematically it feels like a thing one should know about. He's just saying that if HE had made a deal to get MAGIC INVULNERABILITY POWERS, then HE would have remembered that. They throw a handful of grass at him and he rolls his eyes.
Lae'zel still occasionally thwacks them with a random sword to see if their protection is still working. This is, she insists, a function of their friendship that she would bother doing a check at all. Deep down she just really appreciates their willingness to listen and learn from her, as well as their absolute unwillingness to take any shit from her. Thus the checking.
Shadowheart still thinks they're a little crazy, for different reasons. Initially it was because they insisted they had no idea elves were real, followed by being from 'earth', followed by their panic response being to yell insults at the enemy to make their brain explode. The warlock thing feels like they might have been lying about it--a skill they seem unnervingly good at in spite of their general honest streak--but honestly? Given how they keep tripping into being good to others, she wouldn't doubt them having been just given the ring by some sorcerer or something.
Halsin feels conflicted about Fido expressly because they have a very... dim view of nature being allowed to take its course. With people. They get along largely after Fido gets fed up and goes "you're ungodly old so you can handle sitting down and leveling with me here. I need you to understand that, where i come from, if someone looks at someone like me and says 'nature should take its course' that means 'i want you to not exist'. It means 'you are unnatural'. We're not having the same conversation when we talk about nature, here. I like the birds doing bird things and fish swimming and whatever. But sometimes nature is cruel and I am living proof that sometimes nature would destroy people and things that should exist." Basically they get along on principal but have initial complications bc Fido spent a lot of time as a chronically in pain child being told survival of the fittest wouldn't allow for them. As a queer kid being told they were unnatural. So on. So they don't actually have beef with him so much as a kneejerk reaction for a little plus the initial GODDAMNIT response when he can't help. His take on the warlock thing is largely being curious as to how that happens without ones knowledge.
Karlach meanwhile is just pissed that she can't hi-five them without it still hurting. Like their skin doesn't melt but they can still feel the sensation of heat and pressure, so it isn't pleasant. She also wants to know how one ends up in a warlock pact without knowing it because that feels like a pitfall to avoid.
Not pictured is the GOO checking in occasionally like it's reading the sunday paper like "oh they had a conversation about the nature of gods with Gale. Cute. Aww they're having cognitive dissonance about the nature of sentience after using speak with animals. Popped a man's head like a cherry. Shame, they could have interrogated that one."
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Fido took a walk up hill and got to use the telescope that one lady has in the Grove. Looked in it, focused it. Stared for a moment.
"Guys there-- guys that's a dragon. A real ass, whole scaled and toothed dragon."
"Excellent, my people are near."
"Lae'zel, i cannot accurately describe to you how not excited i am to go in the direction of a dragon."
"If it is a red dragon, it will not harm you. It's rider will know my need for servants and let you live."
"Lae'zel you realize that we still don't know if they'll help."
"Tsk. You doubt me?"
"I doubt your people's generosity. If this cure of yours works on you, why would they let us use it? Would it even work on anyone that isn't githyanki? But, again, that's a whole concern AFTER the dragon."
"If you can trust Astarion not to consume us all in the night, you can find the sense to trust me. My people would not have a cure so limited as to be stopped by differences in mere biology."
"...okay, i'll trust you. But if anyone gets eaten--"
A pause to think.
"We will keep Gale in the back, to avoid curiosity getting the best of him."
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Fido and Hawke are the handshake meme on wanting to fistfight Mystra and only being restrained from fighting said god by Gale asking very nicely for them not to
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I'm trying to find songs Fido would try to sing/play for the party as a way to relax and like basically i'm on like
1: work songs
2: folk songs they found on youtube
aka i spent like 10 mins crying about Bones in the Ocean, and zoning out to Man of Constant Sorrow
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