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scarredwithcruelintentions · 21 days

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chapter 3: a desperate revelation

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CW: Astarion talks about his abuse.

W/C: 2,795

A/N: My dog had heart surgery last week... please send all the good vibes for her recovery!

After the arduous fight with the Hag, Astarion wanted nothing more than to crawl into his bedroll. Shadowheart had mended the worst of their wounds with a healing prayer, and your quiet songs of rest had bolstered their energy for the trek back to camp. Once out of the bog, the fading rays of the sun’s light were visible once more.

He paused a moment to marvel at the way they painted the sky in various hues of pinks and oranges, a sight he had long since given up hope of ever seeing again. He tried to convince himself that any day spent in the sun was a day worth having, no matter how fleeting a retreat it might be.

A plaintive sigh escaped him at the prospect of returning to the shadows after being blessed by the warmth of the light.

“Copper for your thoughts?” you intoned from behind him, startling him out of his quiet reverie.

“For nearly two centuries, I’ve known nothing but darkness and pain. To stand in the sun, after so much tragedy and despair, is nothing short of a miracle,” he whispered, afraid that if he spoke any louder, it would shatter the beautiful illusion he’d come to know and he’d instead find himself a psychotic wreck, locked in a mausoleum somewhere at Cazador’s behest again.

He tracked your approach in his peripheral vision, mentally preparing himself to broach the topic of his past, of his Master’s cruelty. You stopped at his side and gazed out into the encroaching darkness with him, listening along as the song of birds gave way to the chirp of crickets. The stars began their winking, and the ambiance of rural night crept over them in a subdued melody.

“Without darkness, there would be no light,” you said quietly.

He peered over at you, watching as the moon started its trek across the indigo sky just above your head. You glanced at him, and your eyes met his for a moment. He did not expect the sorrow that he found in their depths. He opened his mouth, but no sound left his lips, the icy fingers of fear choking him. He closed his eyes and steadied himself, preparing to spill his darkest secrets upon reopening them.

“Come, friend,” your hushed voice met his ears. “We are not far from camp. We may speak there.”

With that, the moment was broken. Astarion opened his eyes to see your retreating form, and silently thanked whatever gods still were for the extra time to gather his strength. ______________________________________________________________

Astarion sat alone in his tent, lost in his thoughts. He could hear the chatter and laughter of his companions just beyond its thin walls, but he didn’t even have the heart to observe from afar tonight. He waited in trepidation for you to come find him, drumming his fingers absentmindedly on the closed cover of the book in his lap. Even reading had proven to be an unhelpful distraction.

“Astarion?”

He recognized the lilt of your soft voice and cleared his throat.

“In here, darling,” he called, unwilling to move, lest his legs were to carry him far from this conversation, far from camp in cowardice.

You parted the flaps of his tent with a small smile, a question in your eyes. He waved at the space in front of him, a silent go ahead to enter and sit. You nodded imperceptibly and sat down, crossing your legs and setting your lyre in your lap.

Astarion raised a brow at the instrument.

“Do you ever go anywhere without that?” he asked, curiosity coloring his voice.

“Never,” you grinned. “It’s the source of my connection to the Weave.”

He scoffed, “A lyre?”

“Well, not the lyre specifically,” you blushed, “but the music it creates. Any instrument will do, but this is my instrument of choice.”

“I see,” he said, though he really didn’t.

“Would you like me to give you an example?” you asked kindly.

“Please, be my guest.”

He watched as your delicate fingers plucked a soft melody on the instrument, caressing the tune from them with practiced ease and fondness. The mellifluous sound of your voice began its harmony, and a sense of peace like he had never known washed over him. He was enchanted by your performance, finding it a strangely intimate experience with no one else to accompany the two of you.

All too soon, the final chord resonated in the cavern of his chest with a quiet hum.

Astarion opened his eyes - not remembering having closed them - and gazed at you. The warm feeling from earlier had returned at the start of the song, and had slowly spread its way through his limbs with each progression until he felt light and fuzzy, an unusual and somewhat dizzying sensation. A slight flush had spread across your cheeks and into the bodice of your nightclothes as he regarded you with a soft expression.

“That was lovely,” he murmured, loath to break the tranquil quiet of the moment.

“A Song of Calm for my tense, toothsome friend,” you smiled, voice lowered to match his own.

“Ah! Well that explains the sudden silence in my mind.”

He cracked a wry smile and delighted in your answering giggle. Stillness enveloped the tent once more, and your expression morphed into one of concerned sincerity.

Here we go.

“Are you ready to talk?”

“I don’t want to say a damned thing,” he bit out, rage and fear laced in his voice. You recoiled at his tone, and it took conscious effort for him to soften it. “But that won’t do anyone any good.”

You remained silent, waiting patiently for him to continue. He heaved a great, mournful sigh, and began.

“Cazador Szarr is a vampire lord in Baldur’s Gate. The patriarch of his coven and a monster obsessed with power. Not political power or military power - I mean power over people,” he said with carefully construed apathy, “The power to control them completely. He turned me nearly two hundred years ago. I became his spawn and he became my tormentor.”

His eyes had fallen to the space separating him from you, avoiding the questions he knew he was sure to find in yours.

“How were you turned?” you asked in a whisper. “Did he attack you?”

Astarion sighed again.

“Not him, no. A gang of thugs, the Gur,” he sneered, “attacked me, angry about a ruling that I’d handed down as a magistrate.”

“I see. Is that why you were on edge with the hunter today?”

“Indeed. They’d beaten me to death’s door when Cazador appeared. He chased them off and offered to save me. To give me eternal life. Given that my choices were ‘eternal life’ or ‘bleed to death on the street’, I took him up on the offer.”

He repressed a violent shudder at the memory and ploughed ahead, “It was only afterward that I realized just how long ‘eternity’ could be.”

“I take it he was rather lacking as a master,” you intoned gravely.

“He had me go out into Baldur’s Gate and fetch him the most beautiful souls I could find by whatever means necessary. It was a fun little ritual of his - I’d bring them back and he’d ask me if I wanted to dine with him. And if I said yes, he’d serve me a dead, putrid rat.”

He could still taste it even now, the fetid blood of overripe rodent corpses. He wanted to gag and retch at the thought.

“Of course, if I said no, he’d have me flayed. Hard to say which was worse,” he shrugged matter-of-factly.

“Astarion, that’s terrible. I’m so bloody sorry,” you sniffled.

He looked up at the sound to see the glistening tracks of tears running down your face in the glow of the oil lamp, more yet unshed making your eyes glassy. He didn’t know what he expected your reaction to be, but it certainly wasn’t this.

“Thank you, but this isn’t about the sympathy,” he continued uncomfortably, “it’s about knowing what we might be up against. The Gur hunter won’t be the only one looking for me, what with his favorite plaything being misplaced.”

“Plaything?” you nearly choked.

“Yes, he always did say that my screams sounded sweetest,” he intoned bitterly.

He did not raise his eyes at the sound of your sharp gasp, fearful of what your face would betray.

“Vampire spawn are less than slaves - we’re puppets. All he need do is speak and our bodies obey. The things I’ve done, seen… felt. Well, there are some things better left unsaid,” he finished, voice hollow.

He looked up again to find tears streaming freely down your cheeks, eyes puffy and nose running with your sorrow, the whimpers and sniffles of your sobs echoing in the silence. He was unsure of how to console you, so he simply looked away, giving you time to gather yourself.

“Fuck, m’sorry,” you garbled, and he looked back to see you dashing tears from your eyes. “How insensitive of me. You don’t need my tears to make this wretched retelling any worse.”

“It’s quite alright, dear. It isn’t called a sob story for nothing, after all,” he chuckled, trying for levity to lift the stifling gloom of the atmosphere. His attempt wrested a watery giggle from you, so he considered it a success.

Once your sniffling had died down, a comfortable silence settled over the tent. He had gone back to staring at the empty space of his bedroll between you and him, and a new plan slowly began to unfurl in his mind. You seemed to like him well enough, but was well enough going to keep him safe in the dire straits ahead?

He was broken from his musing by the gentle strings of your lyre, a different melody this time but with a similar effect. The dulcet tones of your harmony flooded him with that strange, tingly warmth again, and he made up his mind in that moment. You were an unalienable ally with your charisma and quiet authority, and he needed to do whatever necessary to stay in your good graces.

Resolute in his decision, he listened intently to your music, laying back on his hands and closing his eyes to bask in the beauty of it. Your songs transitioned smoothly from one into the next, and he soon found himself drifting into his nightly meditation with unprecedented ease. He didn’t even register when the music had stopped, only noticing when your hushed voice temporarily disrupted the blissfully quiet calm of his mind.

“Goodnight, Astarion.” ______________________________________________________________

He rose early the next morning and was pleased to find you already awake. You were breaking your fast with some sludgy gruel the wizard was stirring while Wyll regaled you with animated tales of his heroics. He rolled his eyes at the warlock’s prideful display, but noticed you listening intently, gasping and asking questions at all the perfect intervals. The warlock regarded you with a smile far too fond for his liking, and he found himself calling out to you before he was even sure of what he was going to say.

“Darling, a moment, if you please?”

You gave Wyll a sheepish grin and excused yourself, setting the bowl of lumpy porridge on your stool and sauntering over to him. Astarion snickered to himself at the way the warlock’s face twisted.

“Good morning, Astarion,” you said brightly, smile more radiant than the morning sun.

“Good morning, my sweet. How did you sleep?” he asked, laying the charm on thick.

“Alright, I s’pose. You?”

“Vampires don’t sleep, dear, though I’ll say that last night was the closest I’ve come to it in two centuries,” he replied, trying for his most disarming smile.

“I’m glad to hear it,” you responded softly. “If you’d like to dine with me tonight, I’d be happy to lend my neck.”

Astarion could swear he felt his undead heart give a flutter of a beat before going dormant again.

“Why, there’s nothing I’d love more darling! But, are you sure you’re feeling up to it so soon after the first time?” he asked, his portrayal of concern surprisingly effortless.

He watched as you pulled a pendant out of your decolletage, holding it up so that it glinted in the light. He could feel the faint thrum of the Weave surrounding it.

“I went hunting through my things last night when I remembered I had this. It’s an amulet of restoration. Shadowheart confirmed for me that it will counteract the effects of blood loss,” you beamed.

“My, my. Eager little thing, aren’t you?”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, as you noticeably retreated into yourself.

“I only wanted to help,” you mumbled, eyes downcast.

In a desperate attempt to salvage the conversation, Astarion shifted the subject back to the amulet.

“And wherever did you find such a pretty bauble?”

Your answering grimace and accompanying flush was an unexpected reaction.

Oh, this must be good.

“I nicked it from the druid grove,” you said sheepishly.

“Aren’t you full of surprises, my dear,” he responded with a hearty laugh.

“Shut it, Rogue,” you grumbled at him good-naturedly.

“Never! And in answer to your earlier question, I would be more than delighted to dine with you.” He bowed dramatically, earning him a few bright peals of laughter.

“Your tent, or mine?” he purred. He made a show of watching the way your flush deepened and crept its way down into the plunging neckline of your nightclothes.

“Erm, I’d assume you’d be most comfortable in your tent,” you responded, wringing your hands with eyes downcast once more.

Well, that won’t do.

He reached forward slowly so as not to spook you and tucked a finger under your chin, gently raising your face so he could catch your eyes.

“I can make myself comfortable anywhere for you, dear,” he breathed, watching closely as your lips parted in a silent gasp and pupils dilated infinitesimally wider.

Just as he was about to celebrate this small victory, your eyes cinched shut and a pained expression flitted across your face. He dropped his hand instantly, taken aback by the dramatic shift in your reaction.

“S’not you,” you gritted out, confusing him further. You opened your eyes and took a steadying breath.

“Just a bad memory,” you clarified, standing tall in a display of faux confidence.

It was a tactic he knew all too well, and he could see right through it to the rigid way you held yourself. He felt his face fall with a doleful kind of understanding.

She, too, has endured much torment.

“Ah yes, those I am quite familiar with. We all have skeletons in the closet. An unfortunate side effect of living…” he paused, “and unliving, I suppose.”

You chuckled, easing up again.

“I’m taking Lae’zel, Wyll and Gale with me today to look for the missing druid. We’ll let you know what we find,” you changed the subject, meeting his gaze.

He felt a pang of disappointment with the chill of fear quick on its heels and fought to keep his face neutral, but was ultimately unsuccessful. You caught a glimpse of something, however fleeting, in his eyes that turned your countenance steely.

“He won’t have you, Astarion. You don’t need to go back to him,” you said, suddenly vehement in your determination. It only increased his panic.

“You don’t know Cazador,” he relented in a whisper, “He could have spies anywhere. I could be gone long before you make it back. If he finds me, I will have no choice but to return.”

“He won’t find you. You’re safe with me,” you murmured back, reaching out to take his hands. It was an odd sensation, being held, made odder still by your initiation of the contact.

“Then take me with you,” he begged, just shy of desperate.

He could feel your thumbs sweeping over the backs of his hands, no doubt a placating gesture to ease the burn of your next words.

“Not today. You need to rest after yesterday’s events.”

“How rich, coming from you,” he snapped, withdrawing his hands from your grasp abruptly.

He caught the hurt that flashed across your delicate features before you managed to school your expression, straightening your spine and squaring your shoulders.

He sighed in defeat, “I suppose I will see you tonight, then.”

“Tonight,” you nodded and turned to leave.

You took a few steps away from him and paused, turning halfway back toward him.

“And I mean it, Astarion. You are safe with me. I will watch your back, so long as you watch mine.”

With nothing but your parting words for reassurance, Astarion returned to his tent, succumbing to the biting cold of dread’s barbed claws.

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darth-ted2745 · 3 months

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Started an Astarion origin playthrough and I've been trying to play him as close to his "canon" as possible in terms of how he interacts with others. In doing so I've been thinking about who on earth he would romance out of the other origin characters as there is obviously no Tav to seduce and manipulate. Who would he latch on to for protection? My first thought was Shadowheart, since both of them have their secrets. But thinking further, my mans is nosy as fuck and would want to be all up in her business. If he found out from the rip that the artifact she was carrying was what was keeping him from turning into a mindflayer, I think he would steal that shit so fast and dip out. If he didn't know it was what was keeping them from turning, I think he'd probably try to at least figure out what it was and if it was worth anything. I don't think he'd care about her following Shar, but I do think he wouldn't be convinced she would protect him if Shar demanded Shadowheart abandon him. I think she would see through his bravado if he tries to seduce her and not fall for it. Next thought was Lae'zel. She's strong, fierce, good in a fight, and closer to morally grey like Astarion. She doesn't care about helping others over herself, and actively disapproves of it. I think it's possible he could worm his way under her stony exterior, but unlikely that he could keep her on the hook. She seems much more interested in something casual romantically and (in my experience) will choose to sleep with either Astarion or Wyll at the tiefling party if Tav rebuffs her. I think Lae'zel would view Astarion as an asset, but she gets real spicy about his vampirism. They're also inherently at odds as she will stop at nothing to rid herself of the tadpole, but Astarion wants to control it. In my personal headcanon, Gale and Astarion bicker constantly, so trying to imagine them together at all doesn't really make sense to me, but for the sake of the thought experiment let's do it. I think Astarion just finds Gale insufferable and can't get past it. Having to find magical items to feed to Gale would annoy him since they're now completely useless to the party at a point where Gale's damage output is pretty low. Additionally, Gale is a slowburn romance and Astarion is tryna FUCK. Gale has a lot of emotional baggage (and this isn't me saying Astarion doesn't because we all know he does), and Astarion doesn't have time to sort through all that if he's trying to secure an alliance with seduction. I think Wyll is a top contender. He's such a do-gooder that I think he would protect Astarion no matter what, even from the rip. I do, however, think Wyll's desire to help people would grate on Astarion, as we see it does in a "good" Tav run. That may not put Wyll out of the running, but I think his need for a more "traditional" romance would. Once again, Astarion needs to seduce or his plan won't work. I think it's possible Wyll might still fall for that seduction, even without the sex, but Astarion's tried and true methods will not work. Karlach is the other top contender in my mind. Yes, the seduction would physically not work since he can't touch her at the beginning of the game, but we know she's satisfied with just words for a while. Karlach is so starved for touch and affection that I think Astarion would pick up on that right away and use that to his benefit. I think in trying to keep her on the hook without being able to touch her, he would absolutely fall for her. She's so endearing and the second she gets her engine fixed and he can touch her, I think he would TRY his typical "seduce to protect me" tactic but at that point he might be in too deep. She's also v strong, BIG, and always warm, and we know our baby boy is always cold!!

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #karlach #lae'zel #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #gale dekarios #astarion needs a hug #this is just for fun #this is just me rambling #bg3 thoughts

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amoebab22 · 2 months

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I feel like Wyll could be a really good comfort character for people, like Astarion, because OH BOY, can I tell you what emotional neglect from a parent does to a person.

Wyll: Oh yeah I sacrificed myself to save a city I was for some fucking reason left in charge of at 17 because my dad has never heard of a childhood and refuses to learn.

Me: I'm sorry what?

Wyll: Anyway he then disowned me and I've dedicated the last 7 years to saving other people because I have no concept of self outside of what I provide for others.

Me:....this hits way too close to home, I'm out. Nope. This is my own childhood reflected back at me please help.

Duke Ravenguard: my son! You're home, how I've longed to see you!

Wyll: oh that's clearly not my dad, he's been tadpoled, my dad would never say that

Me: *taking Wyll aside* Wyll do you want me to kill your dad? I'll kill you dad. Halsin can be your dad now. Fuck dude, I'll be your dad. I'm proud of you, son. You're a wonderful person.

Duke Ravenguard after we saved his goddamn life in an exploding underwater prison and he realizes he's been wrong about Wyll this whole time: this changes nothing. I owe you nothing.

Me: *takes Wyll aside* look man, I saved your dad to improve political stability after we kill Gortash and the Elder Brain but bro, I'm still open to killing your dad. Do you want to beat your dad with a baseball bat? That's totally legitimate and I support you. Do you need like 3 million hugs? Should we all form a cuddle pile with you at the center? Your dad is a dick. Your dad is the Wulbren of your story my dude. You are the Barcus here. Did he even hug you? I'm hugging you, you need a hug.

LET ME GIVE WYLL A HUG. LET ME HEAL HIS INNER CHILD. LET ME PUSH DUKE RAVENGUARD OFF A SMALL CLIFF I'M NOT GONNA KILL HIM I JUST WANNA TALK OKAY??

Also let Halsin be his new dad. Halsin is your dad now, Wyll. He's proud of you and wants to go play catch.

#wyll ravengard #bg3 #bg3 wyll #let me hug wyll you cowards #he needs a hug #I'm off to write fanfiction excuse me

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rpgchoices · 3 months

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The WINNER of the Tournament of fav tumblr rpg male romances is...

The Master of the Vollante

The Babe of Frontiers

The Heart of the Gate

WYLL RAVENGARD

Enjoy this two minute FANVIDEO DEDICATED TO HIM (don't miss the final quote, it is my favorite), I used the most appropriate song ever. Congrats, Wyll with a y!

(he is the hero, but he also needs a hero to sweep him off his feet, get it?)

With about 1235 votes, Wyll beat Garrus in the finals of the tournament. This gives him the title of best tumblr rpg blorbo and babygirl.

(more under cut about the Wyll's sweep and his character)

Wyll jumped into the tournament qualifying among 69 total characters, and being the most voted of his section in round zero! Wyll was also the most voted OVERALL in round one where he got about 6420 votes against Cullen (88% of votes). Round two saw him winning a very close competition against Zevran, and in round three he won with almost double the votes against Astarion! Again with double the votes he won against Dorian Pavus in the semifinals!

Very appropriate for him to win as his character is truly a romantic at heart and his actor even revealed in an interview that the romantic scenes were his favorite to film.

Wyll is a companion and romancable option for any gender in Baldur's Gate 3. You will meet him while he is in pursuit of a devil, just to find out that the honor and code he is trying to live by might be clashing with the path he could be choosing.

Wyll's romance has a kiss that has been nominated (and won) for "favorite kiss ever in a rpg game by me and for my opinion only and I just love it".

Man who will crack a joke when you least expect it

EVEN WHEN IT REALLY IS NOT THE TIME

Just to turn around and offer you the most heart shattering and unwavering support

Monster smasher (in all senses) hero, who truly needs someone at his side who makes sure he fights his own battles too, not just the trials of the coast!

Very happy to see he is currently (with all the biases and limitations of such polls, of course) the favorite romance in the rpg fandoms here on tumblr (for male characters)!!

Please, make sure to also jump in the female characters tournament!!

Also, CONGRATULATIONS TO GARRUS who came second in the tournament, and FENRIS who came third! (as he had more votes than Dorian, in the semifinals)

*In the fanvideo there are the seven clips that are not from Wyll games. I wanted to write them down as this is supposed to be a rec for his romance, so I don't want to trick people!

00:16 I modded Wyll into Karlach and used Astarion as player character (Karlach romance scene act 3)

00:38 Astarion romance scene, I played as Wyll but I flipped the character with the ring of metamorph mod so Wyll could pick up Astarion

00:50 Like the first clip, this is Karlach scene from act 3

00:51 I modded Karlach into Wyll, this is her scene from act 1

00:53 I modded Shadowheart into Astarion and I was playing as Wyll, this is Shadowheart romance scene in act 1

00:59 This is Astarion romance scene in act 2, I was playing as Wyll

01:07 The hug is from Astarion romance, epilogue, where I was playing as Wyll

#wyll ravengard #blade of frontiers #wyll #bg3 wyll #wyllstarion #babe of frontiers #baldur's gate 3 #poll #i conveniently have hours of wyll footage on my pc #tournament of rpg male romances #final round results

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grandmother-goblin · 7 months

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Wyll Ravengard is one of those people who in the outside looks like he’s doing great, but is a total mess on the inside. But he holds himself together so well that most people don’t bother to ask how he’s doing because hey! He takes things in stride and when he’s having a hard time, he deals with it quietly. Privately.

And alone.

Wyll needs a long hug and probably a vacation.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard

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the-mic-drop · 2 months

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Zelink gets Isekaied into BG3 Pt5: Let's Split Up, Gang!

Zelda- High Elf Draconic Lineage Sorcerer

Link- Half Wood Elf Champion Fighter

So far: Karlach has joined the party, Zelda has begun her infernal machinery research, and Karlach asks Link about his relationship with Zelda

When Zelda finally says goodbye to Dammon, she finds Link looking uncomfortable with Karlach and Astarion on either side of him. She asks what's wrong and Link takes the opportunity to escape and ask where they're going next.

Zelda is split between continuing to explore across the bridge and looking into Moonhaven more. Lae'zel suggests they split into two teams of four to explore both. Zelink is shaken by the suggestion, but can't deny the idea.

Team Link (Link, Wyll, Shadowheart, and Gale) will investigate Moonhaven.

Team Zelda (Zelda, Karlach, Lae'zel, and Astarion) will explore The Risen Road.

The teams will meet back up at camp (probably outside The Grove) at [time is a nebulous concept.]

As the group finishes distributing resources, Zelda hugs Link. She gives him a meaningful kiss goodbye before Team Zelda warps to their destination, leaving him stunned.

Link is mercifully left with the group least likely to hound him for information, but is still asked a few questions that he responds to with characteristic brevity before Team Link warps back to Moonhaven.

Karlach and Astarion ask Zelda about her and Link in their own ways as they walk and Zelda is much more open to answering than her boyfriend.

She tells them they've been living together since the end of the Calamity and started dating a year or so after that. Astarion asks about marriage and she gets bashful, saying they're waiting for the kingdom to get back on its feet. Lae'zel is watching the environment to try and distract herself from this inane dribble.

Lae'zel notices some movement up the road from where they dealt with the Gnolls. Evidently, there were even more Gnolls. Lae'zel advises Zelda to have herself and Karlach head straight in and let her and Astarion sneak up the small hill and give them support from the high ground. Zelda gives the thumbs up and Team Zelda makes short work of the Gnolls, though the moment is sullied when they find a pair of corpses in the cave. That Iron Flask they find is spooky.

Team Zelda continues and finds Waukeen's Rest on fire. Zelda immediately orders the party to search & rescue or join these nice knightly-looking people to put out the fires. She asks Karlach just how fireproof she is. Karlach enthusiastically says she can take a quick pop into an inferno if need be.

Astarion takes a bucket and heads into the less-enflamed buildings and does some light looting veiled as looking for survivors.

Lae'zel kicks down the front door and lets Karlach take the lead into the building. Zelda follows, hitting every blaze with Ray of Frost as she goes.

They get Florrick out, but Zelda hears someone yelling for help from a closed room. She recognizes that the room will ignite further if they open the door and she has Karlach bust in, find the guy, and get out before she blasts the room with a real big Ray of Frost (Ice Storm)

While Zelda goes around magically putting out fires, the rest of the team talks to Florrick and the Flaming Fist, getting the plot info (Astarion takes the lead.) Duke Ravengard, Moonrise Towers, etc.

During a short rest, the team fills Zelda in on what they've learned.

After their rest, they continue down the road and see the red dragon flying overhead. Lae'zel jogs ahead of the party to meet her fellow Gith.

The encounter begins as normal with Lae'zel taking the lead, but eventually, Voss' dragon takes an interest in Zelda. Zelda can feel that the dragon means her no harm and gently communes with it. This impresses Voss enough to believe Lae'zel's deception (or gives Lae'zel the confidence to convincingly lie) and the encounter ends without conflict.

With the knowledge that the Gith are searching for Shadowheart's artefact, Team Zelda decides to head back to camp for the time being.

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darthbloodorange · 2 months

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Deer and Ale

Rating: Gen Universe: Baldur's Gate 3 Pairings: Gale Dekarios & Wyll Ravengard (Gen or maybe more) Characters: Wyll Ravengard, Gale Dekarios Warnings: Referenced hunting animals Major Tags: Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Teasing, Hugs, Wyll Ravengard Needs a Hug, Blade of Avernus Wyll Ravengard, POV Wyll Ravengard Word count: 200 - Double Drabble

Summery: Wyll prepares to celebrate…

For the: ✦ WyllWeek2024 Day 5 prompt: “Warmth”

I thought about doing something about Karlach keeping Wyll warm, but the next two works are pretty much that (In a way)... so I decided to try to come up with a different idea. More of warm feelings than physical warmth.

Read below or on AO3 -HERE-

Wyll makes his way back to the camp with a spring in his step and a barrel of brown ale under each arm.

By the fire stands Gale, inspecting the deer that had been freshly caught. He looks up from the dear with a dry expression. "I hear you've usurped my cooking duties tonight," the man says.

"Yes," Wyll says, setting down the ale. "I know you like to be in charge of cooking. But it's just for tonight."

"Don't like my cooking that much, hmm?" Gale says, "I must say this," the man gestures at the deer, "doesn't much look like a vegetable to me."

"You're a great cook, Gale," he says in a rush. "Promise. It's just-"

A grin breaks across the wizard's face, and his eyes shine with warmth. "It's just a special occasion. I know. Tav told me. I just wanted to tease."

Wyll lets out a relieved breath.

"The Blade of Avernus!" Gale proclaims. "I'd say that's worth celebrating."

"A new name for a new me," Wyll says, feeling the smile return to his face.

Gale pulls Wyll into a tight embrace, "I'm glad you've reconsidered the whole warlock thing."

Wyll laughs, his heart warm.

THE END

I loved how excited Wyll was (and fair enough too). I really wanted to celebrate his victory with him. Hail! Blade of Avernus! <3

#wyllweek2024 #DND #BG3 #Wyll Ravengard #Gale Dekarios #Wyllgale #Fluff #Hurt/Comfort #Teasing #Hugs #Wyll Ravengard Needs a Hug #Blade of Avernus #POV Wyll Ravengard #DarthBloodOrangeWrites #Drabble #DarthBloodOrange

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odessa-castle · 24 days

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Nothing Like the Sun: Chapter 16

An interlude, in which Astarion hears about the exploits of a certain Blade of Frontiers, and Wyll puts an end to a predator. Also, pining. So much pining.

Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Astarion/Wyll Characters: Astarion, Wyll, Ulder Ravengard, Cazador Szarr, Dalyria, Petras, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Intrigue, Trauma, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Ulder Ravengard's A+ Parenting, both these boys need hugs, but I'm going to be mean to them first, Unsolicited Fatherly Courtesan Procurement

Summary: Ulder Ravengard wants Wyll to enjoy more of the pleasures of youth, and Cazador Szarr has a solution: an enticing present for the young lord's birthday, in the form of an irresistible pale elf. To Astarion's surprise, Wyll is more interested in companionship than carnal pleasure. Their budding friendship sends ripples through the Gate's elite. But as that friendship begins to blossom into something more, the Grand Duke is called away to Elturel...

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyllstarion #bloodpact #wyll ravengard #astarion #fic #nothing like the sun

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bluerose5 · 9 days

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A Source of Comfort

Astarion/Wyll

Word Count: 2,348

Summary: Wyll struggles with all of the new physical changes forced upon him.

Astarion tries his best to reassure him.

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One thing that Astarion never expected himself to be was a source of comfort.

Even in his mortal life, he was apparently a point of strife, rather than a uniting force that brought people together. Not exactly a being that filled his days with fairytales, rainbows, and unicorns.

Comforting another in their time of need was a foreign notion, one that he was unfamiliar with. Apparently, spending years —centuries even— under his master's thumb wiped that particular slate clean of all knowledge.

Without much direction otherwise, Astarion sauntered up behind Wyll, releasing a pointed cough.

The latter tensed at the sound of his approach, his stare fixated on the dark, glittering waters stretched out before them. The moon shone upon the river's surface, a silver beacon in the dead of night.

Yet it didn't hold a candle to the beauty that was Wyll Ravengard.

He glanced up at Astarion as he took a seat on the ground beside him, but Wyll was quick to set his eye on the scenery before him, careful not to meet Astarion's gaze.

Astarion, however, wasn't the slightest bit deterred.

Even as uncertainty festered inside him, he forced himself to don a cheerful grin.

“There you are,” he purred, his lower lip poked out into a pout. “We missed you at dinner, you know.”

“I wasn't hungry,” Wyll bit out, hugging his legs to his chest.

His tail curled around himself, but Wyll only spared it a scathing look.

“What?” Astarion asked, his brow raised at their resident hero. “Something wrong with your tail?”

“What isn't wrong with it?” Wyll countered, frustrated. “The tail, the ridges, the fangs, the horns. It's just, ugh—” His voice lowered into a snarl. “Everything.”

Foot, meet mouth.

“Darling, you do realize that all of those charming features you've listed off are simply ones that I live with on a daily basis, correct?” Astarion asked, curious.

Wyll grimaced.

“I, uh, right. Apologies. I meant no offense! Truly, you are a sight to behold.”

“Well, keep talking like that, and there won't be anything to forgive,” Astarion interrupted in a giggle. “Plus, I think that this new look suits you. You have quite a fetching pair of horns, you know.”

Wyll gaped, blinking slowly at him until he quickly turned his head away.

He picked at bits of dirt nearby.

“I don't know whether you're trying to kick me while I'm down, or if you're being…” He trailed off in his uncertainty.

Instinctively, Wyll sank his teeth into his bottom lip, only to wince when his newly-acquired fangs pierced through the skin with ease.

Astarion watched blood bead to the surface. His mouth watered as the scent of Wyll's blood tinged the air around them. Tantalizingly sweet, yet laced with that signature metallic tang common to most creatures.

Astarion hummed at the thought of kissing him, of tasting him.

“If I'm being… what?” he asked. Leaning in close, he smirked at him. “Can't fathom the idea that I'm being genuine for once?”

Yeah, let's go with that, he thought.

Wyll chuckled nervously.

His tail unraveled, swaying from side to side along the ground.

Astarion could tell what he was trying to do long before he felt that first stroke of Wyll's tail slide against his own.

Before he could even make the conscious effort, his tail was already nudging back against Wyll's in return.

Wyll ducked his head, smiling to himself.

“Perhaps I could, under the right circumstances.”

Now, this was more like what Astarion was accustomed to.

Comfort wasn't really his forte, but flattery?

He could handle flattery.

Astarion tangled his tail with Wyll's, easing closer to his side.

He looked up at him from underneath his eyelashes. Red eyes, framed by black sclera, glowed like the embers of a flickering fire.

“Then, would now be an appropriate time to mention how devilishly handsome you are?”

“Heh.” Wyll snorted, but he straightened out his legs before him, leaning his weight back onto his hands. His tail constricted around Astarion's, his grip tight. “Now I know that you're messing with me.”

“Mmm…” Astarion hummed as he looked Wyll up and down. Bumping his shoulder against his, Astarion marveled at the heat radiating off of Wyll's body. “How could I resist?”

While Astarion cozied up to him, Wyll was drawn in like a moth to a flame.

He found himself stealing a glimpse of Astarion's lips, but Astarion only encouraged the attention, wetting them in anticipation.

Both of them leaned in until they could feel each other's breaths.

Their lips barely brushed when Wyll seemed to regain his senses.

He squinted at him, suddenly suspicious.

“You know, you're being rather nice tonight.”

“What can I say?” Astarion asked. He placed a hand on Wyll's chest, his heartbeat strong beneath his palm. “Other than you bring out the best in me.”

A little bit of the truth, a little bit of the lie, all sprinkled in.

“Is that so?”

Wyll tried to pull away, only enough to get some space to clear his head, but that plan went sideways the second he felt his horns encounter resistance.

Astarion's head jerked forward in response, and they both stared at each other with growing horror.

Their horns were tangled together.

“Don't…” Astarion warned, but the very sound of his voice caused Wyll to jolt, wrenching his head along even further. “Okay, ow! Can you sit still for one minute, please?! For both of our sakes.”

“Sorry!” Wyll yelped. “Sorry. Gods above, this is—”

“Uncomfortable?” Astarion deadpanned.

“Embarrassing.”

“For you, most certainly,” Astarion said. “Now, hold still.”

It took some maneuvering; however, with Astarion's guidance, they were eventually able to free themselves with a final yank.

A yank that sent them sprawled out onto the ground.

Wyll was quick to catch himself before he could land completely on top of Astarion, hovering over him with a sheepish grin.

His heart sang at a faster pace, as alluring as a harpy's song.

And Astarion was all too willing to answer its call.

“Well, well,” he crooned, “look what we have h—”

“Are you okay?” Wyll asked, his brow furrowed in concern. “I didn't hurt you, did I?”

Astarion opened his mouth to answer, only to snap it shut, wide-eyed when he felt fingers press along the base of his horns in search of damage.

A warm, tingling feeling ran from his head to his toes.

Slitted pupils dilated until crimson irises were all but consumed in a sea of black.

He stared at Wyll's lips again, filled with an aching hunger.

“I was so careless,” Wyll muttered to himself, all while Astarion watched him like a hawk. Wyll shook his head with a scowl, switching his scrutiny from one horn to the other. “I can't believe I did that.”

“Hey.” Astarion reached up to stop his hand in its tracks. “I'm okay, you sweet, delectable man, you. Although, keep touching me like that, and we might have another problem on our hands.”

To get his point across, Astarion reached up and skimmed his fingers along the sensitive area where Wyll's horns met his skin. The nerve endings there lit up like a spread of fireworks, causing Wyll to tense at the new sensation. Just as quickly, he relaxed into Astarion's touch, pressed into it even.

His mouth dropped open into a small “oh” of understanding.

Astarion snickered, but that was nothing in his book.

He openly admired Wyll from his spot on the ground. Wandering hands trailed down the expanse of Wyll's chest, marveling at how the muscles bunched beneath them.

Gods, this man.

It was almost ironic, in a way.

Astarion didn't need to breathe, but Wyll most certainly took his breath away.

“You are exquisite,” Astarion praised. “I would say divine, but the gods only wish that they looked as good as you.”

“Astarion!” Wyll snorted.

“What?” he asked, a smirk set in place. “I'm simply speaking my mind.”

It wasn't like they ever listened to him before. Why start now?

“And what an intriguing mind it is,” Wyll acknowledged.

He rested his forehead against Astarion's, and suddenly Astarion realized how close they were in that moment, not just physically, but emotionally as well.

It was uncomfortable. It was intimate. It was everything.

It made his skin crawl, yet he wanted nothing more than to burrow deeper into his arms.

The way Wyll looked at him, one would think that Astarion was an altar in which he sought to bestow his attention upon.

Once he kneaded at Wyll's lower back, Wyll arched against him.

His tail curled up and around Astarion's arm, urging him closer with a pointed tug.

As if Astarion could deny that man anything.

He took a hold of its base. A single squeeze was enough to leave him squirming.

The next one was enough to send a shiver running down his spine.

Sharp teeth sank into his bottom lip yet again.

This time, Astarion couldn't help but to ask.

“Wyll, darling, think that you could spare your favorite vampire one little kiss?”

“Only one?” Wyll asked.

“Only one.” Astarion shrugged. “Unless you want more, then I'm sure that something can be arranged.”

“Mm-hmm…”

“I mean, if you're as curious as I am, then why hold back? I won't object.” Astarion coaxed him forward, one hand wrapped around one of his horns, the other clenched into the fabric of his shirt. “I'll even go so far as to forgive you for having me roll around in the dirt with you.”

Wyll followed his lead.

Their lips met in the briefest of pecks.

“I appreciate your leniency, my dear, in pardoning a crime so grave.”

Their noses bumped against each other before they sealed their lips into another kiss, deeper this time, more passionate.

With a swipe of his tongue, Astarion moaned at the taste of Wyll's blood, rich and sweet.

It was pure indulgence at its finest, and it was over all too soon for his liking.

Once they parted, Astarion huffed.

“Yes, yes, I try my best,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, “but come now. The beautiful, heroic, legendary monster hunter has a vampire spawn at his mercy.” All too similar to those cheesy romance novels that Wyll and Shadowheart seemed to favor so much. “Whatever will he do with him?”

Wyll stopped short at that.

He played with Astarion's hair for a moment, brushing silver curls, as radiant as moonlight, out of his face.

When the quiet dragged on, Astarion frowned, thinking through what he said.

“What?” he wondered. “Was it too over-the-top?”

“Not necessarily,” Wyll told him, “but I have to know.” He took a deep, bracing breath. “Did you mean that, though?”

Ah, yes, because Astarion would blindly agree to anything without knowing what they were speaking of.

“Mean what, exactly?”

“That you think I'm beautiful,” Wyll muttered, tracing along the lines of his face, “even now.”

“Who wouldn't think that?”

Seriously, Astarion couldn't imagine anyone seeing Wyll and claiming otherwise.

“Listen, I'm not blind to people's biases. I clearly look different now compared to what people expect when they think of the Blade of Frontiers,” Wyll explained. “Will they truly accept a devil to be their hero?”

“Oh, please, if it bothers them that bad, then they don't deserve you or your help, I say,” Astarion grumbled. “Let them save themselves in that case.”

Wyll tapped his nose, causing it to wrinkle in response.

“You know that's not my style.”

“Luckily for them, it's not,” Astarion agreed, “but underneath all of the physical modifications, I hope you know that you are still the same Wyll Ravengard that I met in the grove. Not even Mizora can take that from you.”

Wyll's expression softened.

“Watch it, Astarion,” he warned, “or I might start to think that you actually mean that.”

“I do,” he stated, “because if you're not you after a few superficial changes, then…” He paused, thoughtful, his voice small. “Then, who does that make me?”

A thought that he would rather not linger on.

“A fair point,” Wyll allowed.

Astarion sat up, so Wyll adjusted his position to make room for him, not wanting to crowd him too much.

“Look, we both have had our share of life-altering transformations, yes?” When Wyll nodded, Astarion continued. “Perhaps, shall we ever find ourselves in need of it, we can be there to remind each other who we really are underneath it all.”

“You know what.” Wyll smiled at him, and Astarion returned it with one of his own. “I might take you up on that.”

Wyll got to his feet, brushed himself off, and extended his hands to Astarion.

Astarion took the silent offer, Wyll helping him up before Astarion straightened out his appearance as well.

With Wyll so close, it was all too easy to forget about the world around them.

Clearing his throat, Astarion withdrew before he could get too carried away.

“Well, on that note,” he announced, “I think that I should go hunt for the night before my appetite is completely ruined. All of this sappy talk is starting to make me feel nauseous.” Even as he voiced his desire to leave, his feet remained planted to the ground. “Sweet dreams, Wyll.”

“Good night, my star.” His face fell at the thought of him leaving so soon. As he started to depart, Wyll reached out to stop him. “Astarion, wait.” Thankfully, he wasn't in too much of a rush to go, turning to Wyll when he took him by the hand. “I, erm— Maybe you could— I don't know.” He gestured vaguely. “Maybe you would like to feed from me tonight? You know, to save yourself the energy.”

How generous.

Nevertheless, Astarion beamed at him.

Their tails coiled around each other, Astarion dragging him closer.

“Darling, I’d be more than happy to.” Astarion offered his arm to him. “Shall we?”

Wyll wove his arm through his.

“Let's see where the night takes us.”

Turned out, maybe Astarion was better at the whole “comfort” thing than he originally thought.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #wyll #wyll ravengard #wyllstarion #bloodpact #bloodblade #tiefling astarion #bluerose writes

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kozzax · 6 months

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Karlach and Wyll Friendship Headcanons

Karlach gives Wyll tips for horn care and upkeep, and helps him deal with the higher body temperature he has now that he's a devil.

Wyll gives Karlach reminders about things she may have forgotten about in the prime material plane. Like mosquitoes.

They sit around the fire at night and trade shitty gossip about That Bitch Mizora.

Once she can touch people safely again, Wyll is one of the first people Karlach hugs.

Wyll holds Karlach's hand a lot when she's able to as a confirmation that yeah we're making it out.

They braid each others' hair sometimes. It's about the vulnerability with each other after Everything.

Sometimes one of them tries to apologize to the other for the shit that happened in the past. And then the other says Do I Need To Fight You.

Anytime they see That Bitch Mizora Karlach stands in front of Wyll. That's HER fucked up little guy. Not Mizora's.

Wyll does a lot of reading late at night about hellfire and engines to try and find a way to help Karlach.

At some point Wyll says hey thinking about it. My dad is. Literally the Duke of Ravengard. I bet I could get you in contact with your old friends and family again. And Karlach gets to reunite with her people.

Karlach loves flowers-- all kinds of flowers --because they're soft and delicate and natural and such a part of the prime material plane. She keeps making Wyll kind of clunky flower crowns. He keeps wearing them.

#me vibing #bg3 headcanons #wyll bg3 #karlach bg3 #these are all platonic (or queerplatonic) btw #distinctly none of them are romantic #they aren't in romance with each other. they just.#they Get each other #and Support each other #and bitch about That Bitch Mizora together

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thedragonagelesbian · 4 months

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Cyrus Hawke | Wood Elf | Gloomstalker Ranger/Champion Fighter | He/Him | ~250

What is your Tav’s…

FAVORITE WEAPON: sword + shield, although he's currently wielding the myrkulite scourge flail for the extra necrotic damage + the adamantine shield. I like giving Cyrus the Pelorsun Blade in Act 3, but I kind of want to stick him with the Sword of the Emperor bc. I am not immune to reclaiming weapons out of spite and saying 'i will do better with this' and also getting to kill the Emperor with its own sword.

MOST PRIZED POSSESSION: Cyrus has two things left from his parents that he's been able to keep through everything: an iron dagger from his father enchanted against fey and an Evermeet family heirloom locket from his mother.

DEEPEST DESIRE: When Cyrus left Iriaebor, he thought he was getting his deepest desire: to live his life on his own terms. It took having that life turned upside down to realize how much his solitude had cost him, despite how often he had told himself that he was better off alone. He still wants peace and quiet and to stop hurting, but more than that, he wants those things with Wyll.

GUILTY PLEASURE: super long & luxurious baths

BEST-KEPT SECRET: In addition to being the Champion of Iriaebor, Cyrus was also known as its butcher for his role in slaughtering the enemies of its ruling lady, to whom he was once sworn as a Paladin of Devotion.

GREATEST STRENGTH: Resilience

FATAL FLAW: Self-reliant to a fault

FAVORITE SMELL: Lavender

FAVORITE SPELL OR CANTRIP: Hunter's Mark (killing you killing you killing you), with Goodberry as a runner-up. Not that he has that spell in-game anymore but he will always have it in my heart and I wanted a space to share my headcanon that (a) goodberries' taste is dependent on the caster and (b) Cyrus' goodberries taste like lavender, with a strong initial cedar scent and a slightly burnt aftertaste.

PET PEEVE: Lying

BAD HABIT: Not accepting help

HIDDEN TALENT: Despite his equivocating and his complicated history with it, Cyrus is actually quite the talented dancer, once he's had the time to enjoy it for himself.

LEISURE ACTIVITY: Gardening

FAVORITE DRINK: Non-alcoholic-- tea; alcoholic-- brandy

COMFORT FOOD: Barley & mushroom soup

FAVORITE PERSON(S): Wyll

FAVORED DISPLAY OF AFFECTION (PLATONIC AND/OR ROMANTIC): Service & physical touch; Cyrus has become a very private man with his affection, but everyone knows the lengths he goes to to keep the camp and their supplies in order, and the longer everyone journeys together, the more evident it becomes that Cyrus is quietly keeping track of everyone's health needs and is always ready with medicinal teas and herbs when they're called for.

As for physical affection, that's still an honor only bestowed upon Wyll Ravengard, but Wyll knows that as soon as they're alone together, he is getting hugged and cuddled and smooched and massaged and adored non-stop.

FONDEST CHILDHOOD MEMORY: The first time he can remember his parents saying they were proud of him. After a narrow and dangerous escape from his father's archfey patron when Cyrus was maybe 10 years old, his mother thanked him for making things so easy by not fussing or complaining, and his father told him he was doing such a good job as the light of his family's life.

I was tagged by @the-eldritch-it-gay (thank you!! <333) and will tag @hexblooddruid @covenscribe @ididitforthedogs & anyone else who wants to fill out a lil Tav questionaire

#cyrus bg3 #cyrusXwyll

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we-staybhaalin · 2 months

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I finally finished the game for the first time!!!

First of all, of course Halsin wore Niralei's ass out for like four or five nights in a row. I choose to believe he had her knocked the fuck out every night. The most comfortable sleep she's had in months by that point. Head on the pillow, head empty, (pussy very much not), and she's snoring like a hog!

But anyway!

So the endgame that Niralei is going to follow is that, for a time, her and Halsin will pursue their own interests, but they are very much still romantically and emotionally involved with each other. The Bells and the BG3 crew will disperse to do their own things at various points but Niralei is going to stay in Baldur's Gate for a bit to help rebuild parts of the city.

She's going to start with providing assistance to displaced folks, those that suffered injuries, and she's going to be spending a lot of time trying to find the people who stayed along the journey with her to make sure they're getting taken care of (namely thinking of the tiefling refugees from Elturel).

After a few days, her father, Ohmez, will emerge and start doling out resources to people and thanks to her leading the efforts to save Duke Ravengard's ass, his people are allowed to operate alongside the Guild to make sure folks are getting the help they need. Nettlebane, Colette, Irma, Haluen, Shadowheart, Jaheira, and Minsc remain to provide support as well, although the tieflings are pulled to different parts of the city but ultimately working on Niralei's instructions. After two weeks pass, Matari (Niralei's mother) and Yahiri (Niralei's baby sister) will make it back to Baldur's Gate and start helping to the best of their ability.

After two months of rebuilding, Niralei will have received a letter from Halsin asking her to come to Reithwin. At first, she'll be nervous to leave her family alone but also by this point, Nettie, Irma, Haluen, Colette, and Pasha will have moved on. Nettie went to stay with Gale in Waterdeep (since they ended up together) and Colette decided to go with her since Pasha is in the Hells with their girlfriend and Wyll. (Colette stays in her own tower in Waterdeep -- she's not sharing space with Gale or anyone else.) Shadowheart has gone off with her parents, Irma and Haluen returned to the fold among his people and the clan has started moving in anticipation for summer.

Niralei's mother will convince her to go see Halsin and Niralei will make the journey. Reithwin will be barely two months out from the lifting of the curse but she will see scaffolds, half put up buildings, people shuffling about the streets and laughing children running circles around everyone. Halsin will meet her at the Last Light Inn with a gift in hand--an old book containing a collection of music, all from a time well before hers but also bearing a few of the ones she kept pestering him to teach her during their journey. He'll greet her with a sweeping hug, kisses her when he sets her on her feet, and forgets that four of the children he brought back with him refused to let him take this journey on his own until he hears their rapid-fire questions after their reunion kiss ends.

Niralei will walk with him, hand in hand and book tucked under her arm, just taking in the city's progress. She'll want to help and he lets her for a little while, mostly at her insistence because he intended for her to get some much needed rest while she's out here. She's got connections and even better connections now though so she's going to step up in a pretty big way helping to get resources and deals struck up to help with rebuilding efforts.

Prior to leaving Baldur's Gate, she's been looking into starting a business as well. On the outskirts of the city are estates that have sat abandoned for a while. She's going to purchase one of them and spend time fixing it up. The soil around the land was used to grow acres worth of vineyards on and that's what she's been working on building up prior to visiting Halsin.

She'll spend much of her time bouncing between Baldur's Gate and Reithwin, especially after Yahiri takes off for Waterdeep. Several different ventures will pop up that will have Niralei's hand in it--a bard school started by Alfira and Lakrissa with a generous benefactor donating resources to it, two festhalls by the name of the "Spitfire" and the "Dancing Cups," and an old estate that once sat abandoned now steadily flourishing with gardens and acres upon acres of vines weaving through it with the promise of a luxurious bounty just on the horizon--just among a few.

Reithwin will have a home built specifically chosen for her at a point and she'll see the opportunity to nurture something she had forgotten was a sticking point to so much of her personal journey--hope. She'll argue and haggle with contractors for the best resources for good prices to help with building up the city. Halsin will support her while he wrangles together as much of the artisans and folk that are looking to make this place home. They'll work together to form up a circle of leaders to represent the growing landscape and both of them will take seats on that council to make sure development is processing smoothly.

Every day, when another council meeting concludes, they'll walk home hand in hand chatting about things they never got to talk about during the crisis that brought them together--mundane things, important things about their next steps, and their friends--

And this is only the beginning between the two of them.

#halsin #halsin x tav #halsin x oc #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 tiefling

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