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BG3 AU where Wyll's self-sacrifice in saving Baldur's Gate – from cultists of Tiamat, the queen of evil dragons, no less – at great personal cost creates the barest beginnings of a bond to the still-slumbering Ansur. After all, that stymied, accumulated draconic power would have had to dissipate somewhere, and would it not make sense for it to be drawn to the lodestone of a necrotic-energy suffused dracolich?
It would give Ansur a bit of a jolt toward waking, but not enough to bring him to full awareness. The part of him that remained curious, and hopeful, and mourned its lost connection to a bright spark of mortal devotion and nobility – in retrospect, lost to him perhaps even before Balduran’s transformation – latched on to that new path, following it to its end in the brilliant, marred soul of Wyll Ravengard.
After everything, after his father returns to the city, and Wyll... leaves it, he dreams. There’s a different, recognizable creature every time. It starts very small, a little fish in a pond he finds himself sitting by. He is tired and worn from keeping up his mask of careful good cheer, and his body aches from the scuffles it has been forced into. Mizora seems to get some entertainment from sending him after quarry just slightly above his level, or with not enough information to prepare himself adequately. He is learning quickly, but never quite quickly enough, it feels. Here, in this dreamscape, his eye socket still aches, but it is comfortingly empty of the stone that sits within in in the waking world, its chilling weight reminding him always of his mistress’s leash.
He trails his fingers within the pond, and the little fish darts away, a flash of blackened bronze scales. He can’t blame it; he’d hide from himself if he could, too. He says as much to the little creature, and fancies it moves a little closer to the entrance of its little hiding hole. Charmed, and encouraged by the thought that, after all, who else could he possibly speak to about any of this, he settles back against a small outcropping of rock alongside the pool, leaving his fingers bobbing gently in the water, but letting his eyes close and his attention wander.
He tells the little thing about his most recent quest — he likes to call them such sometimes, in the privacy of his own mind, because it lets him pretend that they are anything as glamorous and heroic as the future he dreamed for himself, Before. Even more privately, he draws a mental distinction between the quests he is allowed to take on of his own volition, and the jobs that Mizora sends him on, to further her own unknowable ends. Thus far, they don’t seem to have been anything too horrible, but he fears that such will not always be the case. What can he do about it, however? This was his bargain for the lives of every resident of the Gate, and his own acts at Mizora’s direction have not even come close to outweighing that number.
He is broken from this too-familiar thought spiral by a distinctly unfamiliar – and unexpected – brush of scales against his fingertips. He starts, briefly, but keeps his calm, and merely cracks open his eyes to look down at his little friend. It is poised to dart back into its crevice at the slightest motion, and he smiles down at it, keeping his fingers as still as he can.
“Have no fear — I will make no attempt at you, I swear it. At least one of us ought to be free.”
The little fish makes one last brush against his outstretched hand before darting away again. He fancies it swims with less frantic caution, this time, and counts it a victory enough. When he wakes, soon after, the memory of the strange dream does not fracture apart in the way of most dreams, but seems to tuck itself away, coming to the forefront of his mind only when directly called upon.
[Now with Part 2]
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voltaical-art · 2 months
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do you guys ever think about how Wyll is introduced as an archetypal fantasy hero, but then it turns out he’s a warlock, who made a pact with a devil. Do you ever think about how Ansur is described as this fantastical dragon of myth, but then when you find him, he’s turned into an undead monstrosity. Do you think about how when Wyll does the right thing, he is punished to become more monstrous. Do you think about how as Wyll’s warlock powers grow, his spells get more horrific. Do you think about how Ansur was killed by his closest friend. Do think about how Wyll was cast out by the most important person in his life. do you guys ever think about Ansur and Wyll.
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jeeaark · 3 months
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Somebody theorized that the dream guardian was Ansur-inspired that I thought was cool, but what REALLY had me go 'WELL SHIT NOW I CAN'T NOT DRAW THIS' was realizing- you know those big beautiful glowy green eyes I gave my guardian (that totally made no sense besides looking really cool)? Same color as Ansur's.... Emps. Buddy. why you gotta be so extra tragic????
Why wish your guardian to have purple eyes when your guardian could have ANSUR'S EYES FOR ANGST REASONS HUAH!
+~So that's what I was hyped to share~+ Besides that, I think Ansur's story helped Greygold realize that the Emperor is just as much a messy mess as everybody else in this feral fiasco of a team.
And even though "There's always another way" Greygold can't fathom the idea that death was the "only choice" to stop Ansur, Greygold can't judge for trying to survive.
But it's fine now. Greygold is here. Gonna have so many more choices to choice now. Gonna sort out this 'no choice' nonsense after saving the world.
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bigmfrat · 7 months
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I can not believe that this is actually a cutscene in the game and I'm not even joking
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notsohappynotsosad · 1 month
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Idea stolen from @madmedicinecat
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dirtybg3confessions · 6 months
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Confession: Okay but Balduran totally fucked that dragon didn’t he
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spelljammin · 8 months
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You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
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itsiitsu · 2 months
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Song of Balduran
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abdeladrian · 1 month
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when it comes to balduran/the emperor and ansur i think its a really interesting sort of tragedy no matter how you interpret their relationship and the nature of what happened.
because there's something to once being a hero so renowned that a home to thousands is in your name. and having a companion so dear that they'd kill you to preserve You, but also having changed so much against your will from that hero and that friend they knew and having to come to terms with it (maybe also against your will).
and being a survivor in the long run and being saved time and time again and being used and using back. of coming back home and infiltrating and taking power and being captured and used to hurt when you used to help. of running and manipulating and attempting to do the same trust-build-seduction method you once used with someone new, and trying to convince this person to become like you. because at this point you've lost the ability to feel your feelings
we obviously by nature of its character cant tell when the emperor is lying, telling the truth, or being sincere but i also like really don't like the idea of intrinsic evilness so sometimes i want to take him at face value. we have examples of a mind flayer having genuine companionship (omeluum) alongside having a purpose that lets them live a life separate from the grand design, and i fear having ansur was perhaps the only reason the emperor ever got to be free. not just physically but mentally.
because balduran went sailing one day because he missed it and never came home. ansur fought to find him and was too late. y'know. and like. how heartbreaking is that? that ansur who loved and protected and promised to keep balduran's city safe… made a promise that became a prison. to love so wholly that he wanted to preserve his partner even when his partner gave up and told him to leave and keep his memory as the thing that mattered. how heartbreaking for balduran to have killed him in self defense and then built him a tomb where he could rest? that no one would disturb him? how famous the love was that his promise to protect became legend? the last wish he ever had? that the only way to wake him was to pass a gauntlet to prove your worth? while recording praises for their partnership?
like forgive me but i don't think creating an elaborate tomb to protect ansur's final resting place is a lack of feeling. ansur made a promise that became a prison that became a legend. his legacy was love. and he recognized balduran from feeling alone and got to see him again, for what its worth. the emperor will always be ansur's balduran.
also we see ansur in his dragonborn form. not controversial i hope but they were more than friends! ansur i'm sorry king. your husband became calamari and unrecognizable. and when he accuses balduran of thralling the player, which we can refute, and ansur just stops to Look only for balduran to break the silence by RECITING THE LETTER? DEAR ANSUR? AND THAT'S WHAT DRIVES ANSUR TO ATTACK?
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nevermind the fact that you can't make the dream guardian a dragonborn. and the armor it wears is awfully similar to ansur's in his humanoid form. balduran never forgot ansur. i think balduran-as-the-emperor in dream guardian form not taking a form like ansurs but still keeping that armor, still speaking ansur's words and acting out his intents when promising the player protection and care, is evidence that ansur lived in him still. even through the layers of the loss of identity that was him becoming a mind flayer.
ansur was the heart of the gate. and it's baldur's gate. he's balduran's heart. his heart. ansur lived in him. it was a promise that became a prison that became a legend. his legacy was love
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thistlearts · 6 months
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I finally finished the quest with Ansur and I’m so surprised that people say “well that was the moment when I knew I will turn against the Emperor!”
Excuse me but to me Ansur seemed to be a phenomenal asshole not even to Balduran (which was of course he was as most lawful goods eventually do in my opinion, and that’s why I don’t like this alignment ) ,but to Tav!
Spoilers ahead.
He literally treats Tav like dirt. He immediately takes over Tav’a body, in a very rude way, he ignores Tav’a resistance, he literally discards Tav’a free will and agency because he’s too busy with his anger and revenge.
While Tav came to ask for help. In the hardest of time for BG that Ansur swore to protect.
Tav completes the trials, proves to be worthy, and Ansur just throws them around as a puppet and then attacks them because they came along with the Emperor.
I know they are a Zombie Wyrm, but don’t they say that even if their body is dead, their soul is still unbeaten? And so what? Their soul once again decides just to kill someone who doesn’t seem “good enough” or is under a “wrong influence”?
I mean, he can clearly see that Tav still has free will and they are NOT enthralled when he literally rips into Tav’a mind and possesses his body. And they can also see that Tav’a intentions were genuine. They didn’t mean to harm Ansur or to use him for evil. And what does Tav get?
An assault on their conscience and then an attack without even trying to talk. Maybe persuade Tav that the Emperor is a bad ally. “Dear Ansur” doesn’t even consider Tav worthy of a conversation before trying to kill them.
And I must believe he was on the right when he tried to mercy kill Emperor in his sleep?
No way. This game has taught me that things often are not what they seem and not what we are taught to believe they were.
There’s a not you can find that Ansur was Balduran’s friend and he swore to protect the city until a horrible treason happened.
Well I think the horrible treason was trying to kill your dearest friend in his sleep even though he clearly kept his conscience and asked you to leave and be happy anywhere else if you can’t accept this new form.
Ansur could have at least turn it into a fair duel.
Nothing will convince me trying to mercy kill someone you love in their sleep is anything but a horrible treason. But anyhow, even if Ansur was really as good as everyone believes him to be, and Balduran was not wrong about him (which might be true, I hope it's true), after his death his anger completely took over his soul. And he lost himself it to it. Ironically, he's much less of who he was and what he cared for, than Emperor who's an Illithid for a very long time. Because Emperor still genuinely cares for Baldur's Gate and wants to protect it. While all Ansur wants is revenge for someone who literally didn't want to be slaughtered. And he's completely fine with killing a total stranger who came seeking help and actually proved to be a worthy hero. What a heart of gold he has, oh my oh my.
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owob · 2 months
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bitch idk what balduran looks like
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Bond!AU | Wyll & Ansur [Pt. 2]
Followup to the original post here: Part One
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He does not find himself in that clearing every time he dreams — not even most times. In truth, he considers it to be a strange, singular thing, until – months later – he finds himself in the same clearing, by the same still pond. He brightens immediately, the memory of his little friend rushing back to the forefront of his mind, as well as the strange clarity and peace he had awoken with, after that first dream.
He peers over the side of the pool, turning his head to scan across the waters, straining for a glimpse of bronze scale. For long moments, there is nothing, and he begins to settle back, an unaccountable sadness bubbling up within him. A quiet rustling following by a gentle splash nearly startles him into tipping over, and he whips his head around, focusing the limited scope of his vision upon the source of the sound.
A small, spotted salamander rests atop a broad leaf a few handspans from the edge of the pond. The leaf is clearly well into the process of decomposition, and its structure is eaten away in patches. As he watches, it begins to sink slowly toward the bottom of the pond, taking the too-still salamander along with it. The water laps against the salamander’s skin, washing away cool mud and leaving bronze in its place.
Wyll’s eye widens, and he curses, leaping to action. Wary of frightening the little creature further off of its tenuous perch, he attempts to keep his movements as smooth as possible. A test of his resolve indeed, given the tension he feels. He slides his hand into the water, stretching out his arm to reach underneath the leaf, steadying it back to the surface of the water, hoping all the while that his little friend will be wise enough not to jump away.
When the leaf is once more level with the lapping water around it, Wyll pauses, a bit at a loss. The salamander has not moved away — but it hasn’t moved at all, staring at him with a wide, black eye. Wyll swallows, a fine tremble starting up in his arm.
He cracks an abashed grin at the little creature. “You know, I hadn’t really considered what would come after the dashing rescue. Thoughts?”
The salamander blinks, once, then – while Wyll is still cycling through options in his mind, searching for the one with the least chance of scaring his flighty little friend – flicks its tail with a tiny splash and turns, scurrying onto his wrist and up his outstretched arm before he can think. Wyll freezes, suddenly afraid to even breathe, as it continues its delicate – and extremely ticklish – journey to his elbow, where it leaps down onto the ground.
It pauses and stares up at him for a moment, and he meets its gaze, still sprawled out inelegantly against the ground, holding the leaf aloft. It blinks, then darts off into the surrounding grass, reappearing in flashes of bronze between the blades until it finally comes to a stop in a hollow below a stone on the other side of the pool, slipping happily into the shallow layer of mud.
Wyll closes his eye, draws a breath, and then clambers back upright, taking care not to damage the leaf, for all that its precious cargo was no longer atop it. He sets the leaf upon the rock behind him to dry in the sun, then leans back against the rock himself, heaving out a rough sigh. He doesn’t say anything further for the remainder of his time there, but cracks his eye open every now and again, just to check on his little companion. Every time, he finds it watching him in return from its alcove.
After his heart has stopped its hammering in his chest, an unfamiliar feeling of ease steals over him, and he allows himself to relax into it. The feeling persists well after waking, even when its origin has faded to a far corner of his mind.
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voltaical-art · 2 months
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some warmups from the other day, thinking abt these 2
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jeeaark · 3 months
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I have something that my brain is like "Hey, this is an Ask!" So let's do this! Did Greygold ever encounter Ansur? How would they respond to him making his very (very) messy breakup their problem? Especially with most of the pre-fight being Ansur and Emps using the inside of their head to bicker like an old (very bitterly divorced) married couple.
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Hell yeah they did! Had this Ansur of a question (hweh) pre-prepared~
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Greygold had one million questions for the Emperor.
Now Greygold has two million!
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creakysocks · 2 months
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So having a bronze dragonborn tav who looks just a little bit too similar to ansur sure was an experience-
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notsohappynotsosad · 1 month
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A little follow up to my last comic. Thank you @tea-and-magic for idea!
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