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shoddynomenclature · 5 months

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End of the Day Bath Time with the Women of BG3 (18+)

Headcannons about our favorite ladies: Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, Minthara, and Jaheria.

18+ for suggestive content.

After a long day of battle, you return to the Elfsong Tavern. You are, as usual, covered in blood and sweat. You will most certainly need a bath before you go to sleep tonight. Luckily, staying at the Elfsong means bathing no longer consists of a quick rinse in whatever river you can find. You have a nice big tub and your beloved waiting for you.

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Shadowheart

Shadowheart is sat naked in front of mirror across the room, undoing her hair and brushing it out.

She’s adorned the tub with candles and incense. It doesn’t look terribly dissimilar to her alter.

You approach the tub, but it’s empty. “Shadowheart, when you get a moment do you think you could…” You’re interrupted by the water from her spell dropping down on top of your head and into the tub.

You squeal and nearly jump out of the tub. The water is freezing. You look up at Shadowheart as a mischievous smirk paints her face.

“Quit your whining,” she teases. “I’ll be over there in a moment to warm you up.”

Once she is satisfied with her hair, she approaches the tub. She eases her body in on the opposite side of where you’re sitting. She cast a spell that causes her hands to glow orange. As she places her hands under the water, heat spreads across the bath.

“Better?” She teases, leaning forward to climb on top of you.

“You could’ve warmed the water before you dropped it on my head,” you retort.

“True, but” She softly drags a hand over your bare chest. The water doesn’t quite reach that high. She gently pinches a nipple, still very hard from the shock of the cool water. “Then I couldn’t do this.” She dips her head, taking the nipple into her mouth and warming it with her tongue.

Your breath catches and you lean your head back over the edge of the tub, pushing your body against hers. “There are other ways to make them hard.” You breathe.

“I know,” she says casually. “And we’ll get to those momentarily. But this was the most fun.”

Lae’zel

Lae’zel prefers to make her baths quick. Efficient. The less time she has to spend in the water the better.

You’re already in the bath by the time she walks in the room, wringing out your freshly washed hair.

She pads over to the edge of the tub, kneeling outside of it, using it as a basin to wash off her face.

When she raises her head with her clean face you smile softly.

Lae’zel is always wearing a generous 5 pounds of makeup. It’s her war paint, making her look serious and threatening, and it does its job.

But now she stands before you, bare faced, and you see a different side of her entirely.

The war paint doesn’t make her look old by any means, but now that it’s gone you can really see her age. She really is only 21 years old.

Her eyes are rounded and almost soft. You see nothing of the pointed harshness she presents everyday.

Lae’zel proceeds to quickly undo her hair, once again using the tub as a basin to wash it rather than getting in the water.

When she’s done, she finally steps tentatively in the water. She allows you to scrub her back while she washes the rest of her body.

You dare to press a kiss onto her shoulder, causing her to pause her frantic scrubbing for only a moment before she starts again. She decides to let it slide… this time.

When she decides she’s clean enough, she nearly vaults out of the tub.

She is happy to sit next to you while you bathe, but she will not spend a moment longer than necessary in that Vlaakith forsaken water.

Karlach

Karlach is 100% sitting Geralt of Rivia style in the tub when you come in. (Does anyone have art of this?? I need it now)

She got a side table next to her right hand. On it sits a large mug of cold beer she bought downstairs. She’s intermittently taking swigs of the ice cold beverage to counteract the heat of the steamy water she’s emerged in.

The water is SO warm, but not too hot. Since the engine cool down Karlach can manage to not boil the water she’s in.

You slink in the water between her legs and lay on her chest, wrapping your arms around her back.

She smiles at you. “Isn’t life just amazing?” She asks. “A warm bath, a cold drink, and the person I love. Doesn’t get much better than this.”

She’s still mostly dirty by this point. It doesn’t look like she’d done any actual bathing before you arrived. Her hair is not even wet yet and dried blood still flecks her cheeks.

You wet a rag and begin to gently wash it off. She squirms like an uncooperative toddler.

You stop for a moment, holding the cloth away from her face. “Behave and I’ll work on this next,” you say, reaching your other hand between her legs and cupping her sex.

Her breath catches and she frantically nods.

She’ll stay still. She swears.

Minthara

Minthara isn’t one for being wet, but she can still enjoy at least parts of a bath.

When you come in the room, it’s dark, the only light is the soft glow emitted by the candles around the tub.

The water is very hot, almost too hot. You ease your body in slow, giving yourself time to adjust.

The water smells like lavender and sandalwood. She put some oils and flower pedals and a little bit of poison in it.

Minthara steps towards the tub, allowing you to take in her naked body in the soft candle light. Her hair is still up.

She climbs in the bath, straddling your waist so her torso is barely in the water at all.

She grabs some soap and a knife from a nearby table. If you grow any facial hair at all, she shaves it off. Otherwise she’s getting rid of any other unwanted hairs: making sure your eyebrows and temples are perfectly manicured. If you allow her to shave your chest, she’ll do that too.

You predict it’s less about the hair and more about the trust it takes to let her drag a knife against your skin. She relishes in the vulnerabilities only she is privy to.

When she’s done, she props herself up on the side of the tub and watches you bath. She doesn’t get in the water herself until after you get out.

Some nights she’ll let you wash her hair yourself, but for the most part the bath is a relatively quick endeavor.

Jaheira

Jaheira is already cleaned, dried, and in her robe by the time you arrive. She usually bypasses the evening chitchat with everyone in favor of some extra time to herself.

The bath water is full of several different herbs she’s picked along the journey.

They’re different everyday, but today there appears to be a lot of mint? Or maybe something else. You’re not terribly well versed in plants.

“If I trusted you any less, I’d think you had very different intentions throwing me in this stew,” You tease.

“I’m not Asterion.” She retorts, “Though I suppose I’m not a stranger to ravishing you.”

You blush and step into the water. Jaheira pulls over a chair and sits above your head.

She mostly just spends the time reading, letting you do your own thing. She does love to wash your hair though.

[Tiefling] She takes a stiff brush to your horns every once in a while. It drives you crazy, but she tells you to stop your whining and sit still. At the end you’re actually surprised how much dirt comes out. Guess you’ve never really paid attention to cleaning them so throughly.

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sorcerous-caress · 4 months

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Companions with a Halfling Tav

[Fluff, kind reader, chubby reader, halfling reader, nb!reader]

[Wyll, Karlach, Gale, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Astarion, Halsin, Minthara]

Wyll

Anyone seeing the two of you together wouldn't have believed that you were strangers who met less than a month ago. The playful teasing, the wholehearted smiles, and the comfort at being at each other's sides.

You really had a way to wrap every human you meet around your fingers, like you were an old friend they haven't met in a long time. It didn't take long for Wyll to feel at ease around you.

Your kind nature, your beautiful smile and your cheery demenour. You've always known how to brighten the mood and lift someone up even on their worst days.

Each meeting with Mizora left a sour taste in the aftermath, yet you've washed it down with each warm drink you handed to Wyll afterwards. Looking up at him from below, he felt his heart melt at the concerned look in your glossy eyes as you lifted the cup up towards him, a reassuring smile on your lovely lips.

A smile that said things will be better, that he will be okay.

He felt like the luckiest man in the world to have met you, met someone as precious and caring as you.

Karlach

And here she thought she'd be the only person in this camp who is looking to have fun and forgo the storm for rainbow.

The others are fine, but Karlach had what felt like a lifetime of misery already, of constant struggle and endless days to wallow in her sadness.

She has missed life, missed living and the excitement of it. The tenderness of a hug, and yours are absolutely the best she has ever had.

The way you fit perfectly into her arms whenever she gets on her knees to wrap you in her embrace. Your soft chubby body was brimming with love and care. Each warm hug reminded her of why life is worth living, of why she fights so hard everyday to stay a little bit longer.

She understands know why the goddess of halflings is also that of life, you're the embodiment of the one thing she was robbed of and god she never plans on letting you slip through her fingers.

The sound of both of your laughter can be heard in the early breakfast as Karlach sits next to you, her head laying on her crossed arms on the table while admiring you from the side. A time where everyone else is grumpy and sleepy, the two of you manage to be bundles of sunshine.

Your energy feeding into one another, returning the same effort and regifting the same happiness back.

Gale

Enjoys cooking food with you by his side. There is something to be said about the homely magic halflings bring with them wherever they may go.

Somehow, you sitting near him on the table and helping him chop down the vegetables for the stew, makes him feel at ease. Your smile is infectious, and Gale finds himself humming a song as the two of you make dinner together for the rest of the camp.

Your kind had a clear appreciation for the arts, for the many things humanity invented. Gale would invite you back to his tent after the meal, offer to read you stories as your small body curls on top of him. His blanket keeping the both of you warm.

Gale is sharing one of the most prestigious literature books, yet you've easily managed to keep up with the complex lore, identifying the many plot twists before they could happen. All while laying on top of him, letting him greedly cuddle your soft chubby body and speak his heart out.

Halfling and humans truly had a bond like no other, so similar and yet so distinct. To Gale, you were the warm home he'd come back to at the end of an adventure, the warm cup of chocolate during a rainy day.

Lae'zel

She doesn't treat you any differently. One day, you bring up the fact of being halfling, and she says she didn't really notice.

If you ask more then she admits that she judges and memorise people by their combat abilities, rarely by their looks or shapes. As far as she was concerned, she wouldn't have been able to tell you apart from a tiefling. To her, there are only gith and others.

While you do fall into others, you're not exactly like them. There is something special about you, the fact you take a step back each time the party fails or encounters something damning, let them recollect themselves and have some time to relax before embarking again.

She admits she has always looked down on those ways, thought they were meaningless and a waste of time. Yet you've proven her wrong many times, and that she admits.

To rest, sit back and stay in the current moment. She feels restless, gets more agitated the more she has nothing to do. What do you mean her sword is sharp enough and doesn't need more sanding? You don't know what you're talking about, there is nothing such as too much sanding.

But you hold her hend in your own, entangle your finger with hers. Guide her back to the fire with the rest of the companions, hand her a warm bowl of soup and tell her to take it easy.

She hasn't touched her soup, yet there is a great warmth spreading through her. Your hums of a melody, quiets her brain, your touches, relaxes her drumming heart.

She looks at the stars and longs for a home she has never seen before, a place where she should belong. But at this moment, nothing in her life felt more like home than sitting by your side.

Shadowheart

She's been taught to hold on to her sadness, to use it to guide her. That her suffering gives her purpose, that hear tears give her meaning.

The two of you have a lot to learn from each other, the moon and sun in an endless dance, chasing one another whilst avoiding the other.

She relives her sadness too much, reopens her wounds too many times. You bury yours, stretch your smiles too thin and downplay your injuries too often.

She returns your kindness and is there to see you at your worst of states. When you can't be the person who is expected to cheer everyone up, when you feel like the ground is crumbling beneath your feet, she catches you in her arms.

And you teach her forgiveness, of her self, current and past. Of her sins, current and future. You extend a hand of mercy and she in return offers an embrace of empathy.

The two of you share a special bond of mutual respect and understanding.

Astarion

He never thought he'd fall for someone shorter than him, truth be told. High elves were always raised on these less than ideal views for the smaller races.

And maybe this is the irony of the fate, that the single person to manage to steal his heart was you. Barely reaching his waist and easily lifting him up.

He was cautious around you at the state, after all the most chipper and goody two shoes people hid the darkest secrets behind that facade. You can't possibly be all smiles and rainbows, can you?

Yet no matter how many times he rummaged through your closet, not a single skeleton could be found, not even a loose tooth or a spine.

Astarion didn't realise how much he was starting to warm up to you, until that one morning you were helping him brush his hair while he sipped on a cup of a blood you've kindly prepared for him.

As he held the cup with the cute cow prints on it, the same one he stole from you, it hit him.

You've been coddling him and making him feel at home without him realising it for so long! And like an idiot he absolutely ate it up. God, is this why his ancestors warned him about Halflings? They really sneak up on you when you least expect it, and the next thing you know, you're spending hours making friendship bracelets for each other.

No, of course, he'll never take it off. Are you crazy? Anyway, you sneaky traitor, it's his turn to do your hair, so come sit on his lap so he can leech of your warmth while hugging your plump body and stomach. No shush, he has earned this. Look, he even has a friendship bracelet as proof.

Halsin

He is very gentle with you, aware of his size, and makes sure never to make you feel uncomfortable or take too much space around you.

Halflings are one of the many gifts of nature, their kind souls and inviting homes have been written about in many elf history books. The best friends of the infamous humans.

You ground him back into reality whenever he gets too lost in his head, worrying about the shocking reality of the modern cities, or the forgotten essence of nature. Your tender touch against his cheek and invitation to sit near the fire and talk it out is everything he could've ever asked for.

You bring home with you wherever you go, be it amidst the misty shadowlands and withering trees, or inside the basement of an abandoned building the party sought cover in from the outside rain.

In fact you'd be the type to embrace the rain and dance in it, barefoot and all. Reigniting Halsin's connection to nature by reminding him of all the beautiful gifts of these earths.

Minthara

Just who do you think you are? Waltzing in here like a drop of sunshine, all cute and small, making Minthara question her sanity.

You stand for everything she has been raised against, the loud laughter that'd get you killed in the underdark, the friendly kind nature that'd get you taken advantage of by the drows, the lovely smile that you flaunt around so easily.

And yet, you're the hero of her story. The person who saved her, let her keep her identity when they tried to erease her existence.

Your light never dims no matter how grumpy she is, your smile never falters no matter how deep her frown gets.

She respects you, admires you and is enthralled by your beauty. The way your thighs look so mesmerising whenever you walk, your chubby fingers that look so short in comparison to her larger hand.

Minthara have pressed the edge of her sword against people's necks for simply thinking they get to pick you up without permission. Have threatened people's lives over some insensitive comments about your own kind and how halflings don't belong in the battefield.

You're brave, truly brave. It takes true strength to remain kind in the face of a harsh world, to remain soft inside. And Minthara knows that, for it is the one thing she couldn't amount to.

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hungerofhadarr · 5 months

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After screenshotting my original 1:27 am rant just for safekeeping and returning to this line of thought, I think I would like to swing this bat at a hornets nest . And I shall call it ;

BG3 And Polyamory, AKA The Discourse From The Eyes Of The Polyamorous

Hi, I am now disclosing the polyamorous part of my queer identity to the internet. Yay! Remember, I am only one polyamorous person on this website and I am not the spokesperson. This is just my own opinion and my own feelings with how both the game and the fandom seem to be handling the inclusion of polyamorous relationships and characters.

And in my humble opinion: Yikes !

This should be no surprise, but the polyamorous rep in bg3 isn’t … really good . It’s there, sure, and maybe I’m the fool for expecting it to be good when it really is the first time I have ever really heard of a game having an actual polyamorous option. Like on purpose. But with how much bg3 was hyped up as being super inclusive and completely different from all other games in the genre, I had hoped that it would take a good approach to polyamorous people and relationships.

Suffice to say, it fell flat once I actually looked into it.

The companions listed as open for an open/poly relationship are Astarion, Shadowheart, Minthara, and Halsin . What’s wrong with that?

3/4 of these characters already feel like they lean into the conservative fear of polyamory . Three of them are the ‘ evil ‘ members of your party . While ( besides Halsin, but we’ll get to that ) the rest of the ‘ good ‘ character are all monogamous. Growing up in a conservative home, in a conservative province, discussions of the idea of polyamory always came back to the same argument. That only the strange and amoral would do it. Only people who can’t be trusted and don’t actually care about you want to be in a polygamous relationship. And sadly, that is what I see echoed in the choices of who is and isn’t polyamorous.

I romanced Wyll in my first playthru. I had always planned to romance Wyll, actually, since I first saw his design when I first learned of bg3 during its early access days. When I met Halsin next, and chose the options to flirt with him, I thought that a polyamorous relationship between my Tav, Wyll, and Halsin would be cute. I had hoped it would work. I had already seen plenty of Astarion and Halsin and Tav art and gifsets and every other piece of fan content floating around . I had hoped that maybe that bit I read about who is and isn’t open for polyamory was outdated, and I could have this relationship play out in my little playthru .

Of course, it came down to having to choose. And I shrugged it off, at first. Sure, Larian didn’t make Wyll polyamorous for whatever reason. It is the first game that has polyamorous options, and I can just continue the game but have that polyamorous relationship in my head as my canon for my character. That’s fine, that’s what I’ve done before. It can’t be different now, right?

But then, I looked online, opened Tumblr, wondering what other people would say. Not thinking that it would be a big debate about if it is or is not okay to pair certain characters in an ot3 or not.

Wyll can’t be polyamorous, because knightly tales of courting and the mere act of courting is strictly monogamous. Pairing him in an polyamorous relationship is fundamentally misunderstanding the character and you’ve missed the point of him if you do that. It’s wrong to want that, wrong to think about it. The game has polyamorous options, be happy with what you have.

And so, I felt guilty. Larian already set up this dichotomy between their good leaning characters having the normal and good monogamous relationship and the evil leaning characters having the strange and perverse polyamorous relationship. But then, to see that the mere act of pairing your own character with two characters because you think it’s cute, is now being looked down upon so heavily and being seen as a “ fundamental misunderstanding of the characters “. And to have those ideas an opinions suddenly become the most agreed and accepted stance on the topic? How was I supposed to feel anything other than shame. Like I had been enjoying the game wrong, in a backward way.

If Wyll was polyamorous, you do know his approach to love wouldn’t change, right? Same with Gale. Same with Karlach. Same with Lae’zel. None of them would suddenly have to have completely different approaches to love and how they want to show it and how they want to go about it. Wyll can still be replicating the courting, the dancing, the slow burn that he always heard about in bards tales and he could still be polyamorous. There’s this idea that polyamorous love is only able to be expressed in very specific, very narrow ways. That miss the point of what love is.

People don’t act like this with the polyamorous companions, I’ve noticed. You aren’t suddenly bad and misunderstanding the story of Astarion or Shadowheart or Minthara or Halsin for having a strict two person relationship with them, and not expanding into the idea of those characters taking on another partner at some point. If you have Astarion in a strict monogamous relationship, no one says anything. But saying that you have a Tav who’s dating both Karlach and Gale? People are going to talk about you. They’re going to make vague posts. They’re going to talk about how it is Impossible for those characters to Ever be comfortable in a polyamorous relationship and how it is Wrong to protray them as happy in one.

I didn’t think people forgot that the stereotype of monogamy = good and polyamory = bad is still alive and well, but it seems that when it comes to the funny dungeons and dragons video game, it’s okay to prop that stereotype up and get mad when that is possibly challenged.

Now, what about Halsin? He’s a strictly good companion. He cannot fall under the pervious argument, so is he an exception?

No. It’s worse.

Halsin being polyamorous stems in racism. Wood Elves are all described as being polyamorous, and that they do not understand jealousy. And that they do not ever settle with any of their partners. And that the relationships they have are seen as “ doomed to fail “ . This is a stereotype. Commonly associated with indigenous people. That we cannot hold a ‘ proper ‘ relationship and that we always sleep around . We didn’t fit the white model of what a (white) family and a (white) relationship should look like, so the stereotypes and misconceptions started. And, unsurprisingly, ended up as another bit of dnd racism and bioessentialism.

Halsin doesn’t uphold the pervious argument at all, but he shows another part of the discussion that I don’ t think anyone really thought of. The racism stereotypes didn’t vanish when Larian made BG3, they’re all still there. You still have good races and evil races. You still have all the dnd bioessentialism that everyone was so keen to say was gone or just pretended it wasn’t there anymore.

And Halsin is an example of those stereotypes that people are still feeding. So much content with him in it narrows him down to ‘ Big Elf that Fucks and is Horny ‘ or ‘ Big Elf that can be Sexualized no matter What he Does ‘ and it is because Larian didn’t remove the stereotypes in the first place , and fandom doesn’t care enough to take a step back for a second to realize they’re playing into them.

Am I saying you shouldn’t have an ingame polycule with the characters available? No. If it’s cute, and you like it , and it makes sense with the story you’re making for your character, and literally just because you can, go for it! But for the love of god, can we be a bit more careful with how we treat the concept of polyamorous relationships and how we talk about them? Polyamory isn’t just a fandom thing with your ot3s, it’s a real life thing. And we can see how you treat people just having fun with their characters. You understand that, once you get that torn up over the act of making three characters hold hands, it becomes a little bit hard to forget that that is the attitude you hold towards the concept of polyamory when it doesn’t fit the molds you’ve subscribed to.

#bg3 #bg3 critical #👍 I decided it was for the better that I rewrite this whole thing #because I was mean in the original draft #if I see any shipping discourse on this post it is over for me #long post

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rohanrider3 · 2 months

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FREE CUSTOM BG3 TAV ART + ROMANCED CHARACTER OFFER!!

Hope you’re keeping well, friends!

Bad news—some truly hefty medical bills have come due, but GREAT NEWS—I’d love to offer some original CUSTOM TAV ART to any fellow adventurer who can toss a coin or few my way!

Keep reading to see how YOU CAN GET A FREE, CUSTOM TAV + BG3 BAE piece of art and help a girl out at the same time!

1) Follow this link to fill out your information

www.sumday.com/gift/washington-able/47Opuc3WZ0GYXl3weDK2bQ

2) !!Under the “Occasion” section, in the “From” section, FILL OUT YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS HERE. (This is the ONLY WAY I can see where to send your thank you gift!)

3) On the next secure page, fill out your donation information. (This second page will require your email address again, but I DO NOT SEE any of this information. This means I cannot send your gift to you UNLESS you fill in your email address in the “From” section).

4) Choose which “Thank You!” Gift you’d like! (All gifts are HD files and will be sent to the one email address provided.)

TY Gift for $15 Donation: FIVE Camp Companions (Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Shadowheart, and Karlach)

TY Gift for $25: TEN Camp Companions (Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Shadowheart, Karlach, Lae’zel, Minthara, Halsin, Jaheira, Minsc (and Boo!)

TY GIFTS for $35 or above: BOTH the TEN Camp Companions AND a FREE, HAND-DRAWN CUSTOM TAV + BG3 BAE piece! Each custom art piece will be worked on in the order in which the donation was received. When your turn comes up, I will email you for references at the email address you provided. Please have 1) a picture of your TAV ready, and 2) one BG3 companion character to pair your Tav with.

Since this process takes a little time, I will try to send out all thank you gifts within 7-14 days of receiving your donation. Depending on demand, it might take a few days longer than that. Thank you so much for your help!! <3 <3, Rohanrider3

Sample Custom TAV + BG3 Bae Piece: My Resist Durge Tempest with her unexpected bestie, Gale <3

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arto-rhen · 2 months

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For those that wanna follow along with my posts, I already made Gale here:

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may12324 · 5 months

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Hello I LOVE your main 6 BG3 art, do you/would you sell prints or bookmark versions by any chance,,,

Hi! yes!

I will have prints and bookmarks available next year. I am planning to open my store in january/or February, depending on What other artworks I get done beforehand- SO i can have them all printed off at the same time.

Minthara and Halsin are next, so once they are done, we will be a go!

I'll make a post here and on Instagram closer to the date with further information

#ask

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positivelybeastly · 2 months

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Can I ask about your bg3 Hank? What’s his class, who’s his guardian? Durge or no? Any romances?

You absolutely may ask about my Baldur's Gate 3 character who may or may not be Hank McCoy!

This is my most recent screenshot of him!

I have literally just finished Act 1, so please no spoilers, but at current, he is:

A Level 5 Bard in the College of Swords, with a Level 2 multi-class into Monk! I figured this made the most sense as a translation for Hank's high intellect and martial prowess while still maintaining a more pacifistic outlook - it also means he gets just as many funny answers in dialogue as he does wise ones.

A Half-Orc! This accounts for his incredibly cute tusks. The yellow eye make-up is meant to evoke his feline form's yellow eyes and give him a more striking look. The earrings are a holdover from Dark Beast, who has very similar rings in his art.

STR: 10 DEX: 14 CON: 12 INT: 14 WIS: 13 CHA: 16. These aren't necessarily what I think Hank's DnD stats would be, but frankly, Hank doesn't really have a dump stat, he'd be, like, 18-20 in everything, and you miss out on fun feats by doing that.

Currently wearing Gloves of Dexterity, setting his DEX to 18!

Currently wearing Warped Headband of Intellect, setting his INT to 17!

Not going Dark Urge for Hank. Doesn't feel like it'd fit - but I definitely plan on doing at least one other playthrough. I might do it as Dark Beast, who would definitely qualify - he might be a Rogue/Druid or something of that type? I know I want to mess with Druid at some point.

I actually didn't take any pictures of his Dream Visitor/guardian. Oops. Next time they appear in a cutscene, I will make sure to take caps!

Romances? Oh, hell yes. At the moment, I'm romancing Shadowheart, but flirting heavily with Halsin, since it's my understanding you can go poly with those two, and . . . honestly, I really like them both. Halsin's got the big daddy elf thing going on, and Shadowheart is honestly just sweet. She's nice. We cuddled.

Lae'zel craved Hank's moisture, but I did not relinquish it.

I'm also wearing Minthara's At-Ease Clothes dyed yellow around camp because they feel very classic Hank, not least because they show off his muscles and chest hair.

If you want the exact settings (colour tones, hair, etc) that I used to make Hank, then let me know and I can post them - I'm playing on PS5, so everything available there will be available vanilla on PC. Wish I could have mods to give him glasses, but tbh, I'm very happy with how he's turned out so far!

#Anonymous #outofmuffins

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blackjackkent · 5 months

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Looking at the patch notes for patch 5! This is the first set of patch notes I've actively paid attention to and man, it's fucking huge!

Honestly, reading through this, I am just mind-boggled all over again about the scale and ambition of this game. Obviously there were (and probably still are) quite a few bugs, unexpected interactions, etc., but Larian have worked their fucking tails off to make a fully functional automated D&D combat system and a story that has a monumental amount of potential variables, and speaking as a programmer it makes my head hurt just thinking about all of the moving parts that must be involved in making this work.

And they seem to be blasting through fixes at an incredible rate too. This is a good development team who seem to have a brilliant combination of technical know-how, good humor, community-mindedness, and passion for their source material, and I'm incredibly impressed even in the short amount of time that I've been playing the game so far.

Obviously I already knew about the addition of the epilogues, which it sounds like makes the ending much more satisfying overall, but some other things that stuck out to me:

"While at camp, you can now access and manage the inventories of companions who aren't in your active party." Yesssss; this has been one of the more annoying aspects of the game up to this point.

"You can now sell and barter items inside containers when trading." This will simplify things for me given I have a System involving Karlach and Shadowheart each carrying a Bag Of Crap to sell.

"Improved grouping and sorting of items in containers while trading." Please tell me this means all the dyes will finally be grouped together when I try to buy them for hoarding.

"A romanced Minthara can now refer to her bond with you using a drow word for deep, unbreakable love." Minthara is probably coming a good deal later in priority on my playthroughs but this is cute.

"Withers will sneakily resurrect any dead companions that fell before the final battle so they can join the ending cinematics. What a helpful skeleton." Good job, Withers.

"The loading screen art now unlocks gradually as you progress through the game." That's a neat touch.

"Fixed occasional T-poses and frozen animations related to the Incapacitated condition." No more T-posing drunk goblins!

"Fixed the combat UI not automatically skipping to the next available party member after a controlled character dies." I think this was why Hector's whole party almost died to the Selune lasers. XD

"Two new play modes: Honour Mode and Custom Mode." No idea what that implies at all but I'm intrigued. More content!

"Improved Astarion's Ascendant route at-will gnome kiss for masculine body types." This is not relevant to any playthrough I'm currently doing but just reinforces what I was talking about above, regarding the incredible number of variables this game juggles (for the most part super successfully).

Also quite a lot of updates that just made me laugh:

"Boo will no longer take damage when thrown."

"When players start a combat inside the Elfsong Tavern, all the patrons will now cower instead of continuing to drink."

"You can no longer use the awesome force of bombs to flip the switch behind the final door in the Gauntlet of Shar to force the door to open."

"You can no longer loot the entire inventory of unconscious traders - instead you have access to a limited selection, as with dead traders. Nice try, pacifists."

"Added the intensely satisfying 'Ahhh' sound for players who Short Rest using a keybind rather than a UI button."

"Shar is now aware of Shadowheart's actions even if she is using Disguise Self."

"Using the lift in the House of Healing when in Turn-Based Mode no longer causes it to loop between floors indefinitely upon exiting Turn-Based Mode."

"Fixed a rare bug where Halsin would decide to turn into a bear whenever you went to talk to him at camp in the Shadow-Cursed Lands."

"If Wyll somehow managed to avoid Mizora's punishment for keeping Karlach alive, he'll be punished retroactively."

"Fixed Astarion accidentally telling the Dark Urge's future."

"Astarion no longer asks the Dark Urge about killing Isobel even if they didn't."

"You no longer comment on Mol if you haven't met her before."

"Locke no longer blames Zevlor for his death if Zevlor died in Act I."

"Fixed several instances of sleeping goblins waking up wanting a chat when they should have been hostile."

"Halsin will no longer forget about saving Thaniel if you travel back to Act I while he's waiting at the lakeside. Focus, Halsin."

"Players who arrive to the Ketheric showdown shape-shifted will have to face him person-to-person, not apostle-to-badger."

"If Isobel is thrown off her balcony, she'll make more of an effort to get back upstairs again."

"Fixed some beggars in the Brampton District facing the wrong way when asking for coin."

"Dame Aylin no longer waits ten days to bring up the time she killed Ketheric Thorm."

"We have convinced Shadowheart not to join the final nautiloid combat if she is already dead."

"Umberlee's worshippers are now considerably more security-conscious about the donations in the Water Queen's House. "

"Fixed a state where the Chamber of Insight trial could be both succeeded and failed."

"Apprentice Laridda will no longer assume you to be the bearer of bad (break-up) news if you didn't bring her the break-up message."

"Ravengard should now use the correct pronouns when addressing you during the ceremony in Wyrm's Rock."

"Karlach no longer thinks she's left the Hells when you explore the rocky outcrop near Hope's prison."

"Added a profanity filter for custom map markers. You'll have to find more creative ways to label the kennel master."

"Splitting a green dye stack in the Traveller's Chest at camp will no longer change the dye's rarity from Uncommon to Very Rare."

"The hanging cages in Cazador's dungeon will no longer tell you they're safe to step on, only to drop you to your death in the chasm below."

"Fixed Mirkon sometimes cowering in fairly deep water when you talk to him while he's running away from the harpies."

"Improved Cazador's home security by locking a chest and a door."

"Locked one of the Caza-doors."

"Fixed padded armour sometimes appearing as underwear on bigger body types. "

"A dead fisherman on the beach will no longer hint that you can find Shadowheart just ahead if you are, in fact, Shadowheart."

"Minthara's haughty stare will now correctly look at players she's talking to towards the end of the game. "

V excited to continue my playthrough, even more than I was already. Feels like we're in good hands. :)

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Next Chapter in Shadows of The Deep Keep

Chapter 3: Tides of the Blade

An ongoing story Minthara/OC(Muira) and there love affair as try to take down the absolute.

This chapter is NSFW so keep that in mind! Enjoy!

Minthara doesn’t lower her head when Muira approaches, her neck stretches to the sky as she takes in the stifling darkness where the stars should be. Crimson red irises flicker from the lantern light almost as if small wisps dance within them. Taking in the fullness of the moon - and of her guest, Muira stops at the entrance to her tent and leans in towards Minthara, a faint smell of ash wafts towards her. Unlike Muira she’s had a chance to clean and rest. “I’m tired, come inside if you’d like to talk. I’ll leave my weapons out here.” She adds as Minthara throws a hesitant glance at the assortment of blades across her body. Muira sheds her armor and weapons outside of the tent until she stands bare before a small basin she uses to rinse the blood and dirt from her body. She is heavily tattooed in various runes and languages across her body some look to be more ritual than art and the below the knee of her left leg is black with ink, Minthara thinks of the pain that this would entail and is impressed with her once again.

Noticing an overlooked spot, she steps forward, retrieves the cloth from the basin, and delicately glides it across Muira's bare back, eliciting a ripple of pleasure. Muira thanks her with a gentle touch of her arm and changes into a shimmering pearl blue tunic that falls just below her butt. Minthara watches intensely, which should come as no surprise to Muira who had changed there just to get her attention. However, the intensity in Minthara's gaze has transformed into a nearly primal desire, as if she could consume Muira in mere moments. Muira contemplates, "That's what I had hoped for," yet anticipated a more playful banter. Casting a brief glance over her shoulder, Muira invites conversation, but the Drow remains silent, her lips unmoving, as if restraining herself to mere breath.

“Come inside Minthara.” Muira beckons playfully parting the flap of her tent. Instead Minthara catches the edge of the soft fabric with one hand, the other confidently grips against Muira’s hip subtly asserting her control and indicating, 'you first.' A gentle chuckle escapes Muira’s lips as she glides by making sure to brush up close, exposing her back to Minthara, heading straight to her bedroll. “Is it Chivalry or fear that makes you want to go last?” Reclining back on her arms into the soft woolen bundles, Muira meets Minthara's gaze, aware that her mind is likely brimming with inquiries “More chivalry than fear. I offer you the respect you have earned.” Positioned closest to the entrance, Minthara turns to face Muira, even in her arrangement displaying a calculated demeanor, ever prepared for survival.

“Quite the lavish tent you have in comparison to the others. Fey silks, duegar wool, vases of ice wine, luminara tea and dried underdark mushrooms.” Minthara takes in her surroundings with an air of appreciation “Your camp clothes are even jeweled by the Fey. Tell me, do you carry this all on your back?” She looks down at Muira in a ravenous but interested way.

“I have a few servants to carry my tent items around this forsaken land. I’m sure the camp gossip has seen them coming and going. How could I hope to host a noble such as yourself without the finest provisions? It would be a shame to have you uncomfortable.” Muira rubs the end of her tunic lightly flickering the blue gems in the soft light, bringing Minthara’s attention to the joining of her thighs. “Besides, would you want me to be clothed in anything but the best. It would be just as disappointing don’t you think?”

Minthara leans forward assetively spreading her legs wide in the stool with her elbows and tuts her lips playfully “Quite disappointing. Many consorts would die to have the lavish things you possess.” Her posture betrays her thinking but presents a small challenge to Muira of what to do next.

“And many of mine have. I already have you dreaming of me as your consort? I can't say I find the notion entirely disagreeable. Perhaps in due time, I shall extend an offer that rivals such dreams.” This draws a rare smile from Minthara’s lips, the thought of this woman at her side has opened her mind to a rare bit of hope.

Minthara manages to draw her eyes away from Muira long enough to remember why she had entered the tent in the first place. Her ears droop lightly as she allows the silence to spread out among the candles.

“Why did you save me?” Minthara looks cautiously into Muira’s eyes, dark brown pools that seem to be drawing her in closer. Muira had expected the question but was thrown off by the timing, I guess the playful banter will have to wait until later, she thinks.

“In truth I am here to avenge someone. I saw something in you that made me think of them. So I convinced my companions to spare you at the goblin camp, by saying we should remain impartial. Back then, I wasn't even sure if I would continue with them. If I had taken your life for them, uncertain of their loyalty, I'd be left without allies or comrades.” Muira sighs deeply, reflecting on the lengthy debates and the forceful measures she employed to bring them to her cause. Seeing Minthara before her now she has no regrets.

“Convincing my companions was not easy, stubborn and single minded as they are. They are content to view the world in absolutes, and to think themselves saviors even as they kill others. But they are young and have not known the scorn of life. The undercurrent that pulls us all in time. You on the other hand are obviously are different.”

Minthara laughs bitterly. “Yes, I have known its scorn. I wonder then why ally with them? You're not bound by the Absolute, unlike them. Even tonight, they scolded you for offing that mouthy duergar. But not everyone in your group is so naive; divisions exist, ripe for manipulation. As I am sure you have noticed.” Her mind spins, contemplating how to outmaneuver Tav and captivate the woman before her—something about Muira is both alluring and mysterious, yet oddly comforting. The feelings are a bit muddled for Minthara at the moment. “Your skill with a thrown knife was exceptional. He had made it quite far and with one flick he was felled. Your portion of the interrogation too was handled quite well, you know the points of pain that can not be resisted.” She leans forward so that she is kneeling above Muira “I prefer to flay flesh than dig at it but” She shrugs her shoulders and a grin spreads across her lips “Your results can not be argued with. It is easy to see that with our combined skills we would be quite unstoppable.” Her eyes brighten, a genuine smile parting her lips as she thinks of Muira’s work with a blade, or simply of Muira below her now. That too is caught up in a confusing whirlwind.

Muira’s look is enticing, begging to break the silence that has fallen between them. Her lips quiver lightly with anticipation as she pulls a finger gently over them, drawing the skin tense under its weight. Minthara follows the trail of the finger with her eyes and reaches out as Muira goes to lower it, grasping her wrist firmly. “It has been some time since I could think for myself and choose a lover that I wanted. Be mine tonight and show me how much trust you have in me. Obey me and I will make this night one you will never forget. Can you do that?” She takes Muira’s hand and brings it to her lips depositing a soft kiss along her fingertips.

“It is not common for one such as myself to obey.” Muira responds lightly as she extends her thumb to tease Minthara’s lips pushing forward just enough to feel the warm of the inside. Her other hand rubs the length of Minthara’s arm taking in the woman before her, wondering if she will provide release. “It is not common to be a lover to me. Now, will you obey? Or should I seek comforts elsewhere.” Minthara bites playfully at the finger intruding into her mouth as Muira gives a genuine laugh. “And who would you turn to? No.” She shakes her head and plants a kiss on the Drow’s unsuspecting lips “You will be with me because I am the only one worthy of your affection. I will obey you tonight to see if you are able to lead me.” She keeps her mouth painfully close to Minthara’s face as she speaks her lips lightly caressing her soft cheeks.

“Good. Let us begin. Lay back.” Minthara says before pushing Muira back into the soft sheets. She leans forward and kisses her roughly, allowing her hands to trail up Muira’s thighs and push them open. Her hand presses forward to find a wet heat awaiting her.

“Oh, you’ve wanted me this entire time it seems. How could you play so coy knowing you were this wet at just the sight of me, the sound of my voice?” Minthara spreads Muira’s lips skillfully allowing her thumb to circle the hooded clit and her fingers to tease the already pulsing entrance. Muira struggles, shifting her hips back and forth and reaches her hands down to push Minthara’s fingers in “Don’t tease me.” She whispers dropping her eyes to low pools of pleading. ‘She must be some type of siren’, Minthara thinks, ‘she turns to seduction without missing a beat and already has me basically drooling over her body.’

“I see you are not used to one such as myself. You are to obey, not direct. I will please you in my own time, do not rush me.” a grin spreads across her cheeks and pushes creases at the edge of her lips as she continues to tease the entrance. “But your voice is delightful, ugh, Usstan orn naut kyorl.*”

“I think you’re ready now anyway” she mulls to herself as she inserts two fingers deep into Muira. Her insides grip Minthara’s fingers greedily as she moans in a low tone, reaching out to grab at Minthara’s waist. Minthara slides her other hand slowly up her body and forcefully grabs the woman’s neck. Muira sputters out a small phrase that suddenly enters jer mind. “Plynn ussa.**”

“Oh, you speak my tongue as well. Beautiful, but I already am. Remember who is in charge, sokoya uss.***” she doesn’t slow down the strokes or loosen her grip on her neck as the woman writhes in pleasure. “You still have plenty of energy to move so make use of it and lift your tunic for me.”

Muira whimpers sloppily, yanking at the tunic until it is hiked above her breasts. Minthara pounces instantly lowering her head to Muira’s chest, pressing her face against the soft breasts,taking her time to feel the quick heartbeat and shallow breaths before placing her tongue around an erect nipple. A gentle tongue turns to a hard suck and then a forceful bite as Minthara relentlessly strokes her fingers into Muira. Muira wraps her hands around Minthara’s back and shoulders keeping her close as she rides the waves of pleasure and feels the edges of her vision start to turn black. Minthara pushes in to her knuckle and rotates keeping the same pace of stroke as Muira moans dragging a throbbing wet tongue along the edge of Minthara’s ear gently biting at the top. “Little devil” Minthara says through gritted teeth feeling herself melt under Muira’s tongue. In turn she picks up the pace, and grips harder against Muira’s throat relishing the small bubbling of air it releases out of her. Muira’s vision fades even more as her mind folds to the feel of Minthara’s knuckle rubbing her inside with a catching sensation, a small pop as she slides another finger in. A few tears stream from the edges of Muira’s eyes her already shaky vision reduced to puddle of black and her mind seems to have gone with it. Her body tenses as she climaxes with a loud stifling gasp that tries to pull more air into her lungs but only leaves her closer to fainting. Minthara eases out a few more, slower strokes, enjoying the sound of wet love beneath her without releasing her grip from above. She continues to bring her back down from ecstasy, finally releasing the grip of her hand on Muira’s neck as Muira gasps violently her body shuddering from relief and she pulls theirs heads together and kisses her harshly biting on Mintharas bottom lip, hoping to show her appreciation through shared pain. She is pushed back sharply against her chest as Minthara pulls the tunic off of Muira and tosses it with such intensity it knocks over a couple bottles that were perfectly placed along the edge of the tent and then just as hastily removes her clothes as well. She straddles Muira harshly allowing her wetness to slowly make a mess of Muira’s belly, marking her as her own possession. She rides the wave of sensation from the warm flesh against her own, the sounds of sliding and gripping of skin until she has calmed down from the moment before.

Looking down at the hand mark forged into Muira’s neck she says “I hope you’re not tired, I haven’t finished with you yet.” She grinds again showing off the still soaking state of her body. “I have so much more to give. We’ve only just begun, right?” Muira looks up with full soft eyes that are tear stained and red and a hint of defiance.

Minthara reaches down and inserts three fingers into Muira’s willing mouth “Then tell me, how are you with your tongue?”

Muira caresses the fingers with her tongue weaving in between the spaces before removing them with a hard suck. “Exceptional”.

A hearty laugh cuts the tension between them as Minthara mewls “I will judge that.” She lifts herself up and pushes down on the top of Muira’s head guiding her down to form a seat worthy of a queen. She mounts her roughly, flattening herself against Muira’s tongue. She means to be in control, ride her until her legs are weak and the other’s tongue is sore from pleasuring. Minthara begins to ride her feeling her tongue and mouth pressed against the hood of her clit sends chills down her spine. The other woman’s dark eyes look up at her with a bold confidence. She had rushed to get relief and hadn’t taken the time to restrain her hands so there is no shock when Muira snakes her hands to either side of Minthara’s thighs and pulls her into her tongue reaching deep into her with opened jaw. Minthara exhales and weaves her fingers into Muira’s curly hair pulling hard once she is at the scalp. “If you’re going to lead me you better be correct.” Minthara chides bucking back against the restraints slightly, allowing herself to be licked from the clit back to her soaking entrance. She gasps noticing one hand freeing itself and quickly sliding into her, entering easily up the wet trail. Adding to the pleasurable sounds of the night she throws her head back, whispers Muira’s name with some words that neither can make out except for the last two: “Dossta nors”****

This woman is commanding her in all of the right ways her tongue circling folds across her as her fingers use Mintharas own weight to press in deeper and deeper. She hadn’t noticed how aroused she’d been and just finds herself melting into the pleasurable sucks and kisses. Her first climax happens before she can even try to regain control. Clinching her thighs harshly against Muira’s face she freezes as Muira uses a low hum to send vibration rippling through her body. She tries to catch her breath but Muira is not done with her, continuing her former antics she frees another hand and whispers “Don’t resist now that I am not holding you.” The feel of her breath gently brushes against Minthara’s inner thigh. She slides the free hand back slowly working the last free hole until she’s filled it with two greedy fingers. Minthara leans forward trying to find a hand hold and only finds the ground. Her back hunched in disbelief as she feels waves of pleasure coming from every entrance. Muira has fiendishly set an off rhythm. When one hand pulls back the other pushes in in glorious harmony, her mouth interchanges broad licks with harsh sucks of the clit. Minthara finds herself begging for relief from Qualla, ol’ zhah ichl mzilt” and is astonished when she climaxes mid sentence. The last word drawn out as her legs shake and give out on her. She lets herself fall helplessly into the soft sheets next to Muira who wears a confident grin. “To your liking? I couldn’t let you have all of the fun.”She runs a hand over the bare thighs next to her taking the moment to plant kisses along them gently.

“Xas” Minthara says, trying to steady her voice and return to her normal tone. Muira picks up a shimmering fey silk blanket and places it over Minthara gently. “You are beautiful, I would have you by my side when your vengeance is complete” Muira falls back into the blankets as well placing her hands behind her head as she looks up at the lights that adorn the tent above her. “Have me by your side where?” Minthara asks barely pulling herself up to rest on her arm her body facing Muira in curiosity of the answers she may receive now that they had shared their bodies.

“Selkarnath. A city north of Luskan. It is a cold and harsh place with many opportunities to gain or lose power, but it is a place where Drow are common.” Muira shifts a bit trying to open herself up to Minthara - to look inviting. Minthara accepts the motion moving closer, she places a hand on Muira’s neck suddenly. “It may be too late to stop the bruising but I can make it not as dark.” She casts a healing spell over the darkened handprint and continues. “I know this place, it has been in many stories for those in the underdark. I could be quite happy there, however they say it is already claimed by the “Undying Lord” Do you know about this?“ Muira tries to look undisturbed “I’ve heard that name before yes - but I don’t believe that the stories you have heard would do the lord justice. Maybe I will tell you my own soon enough.” “Probably not - we drow would not want to admit when someone is as ferocious as us. It is a drow tendency. Tell me though - I know where you hail from now but I am curious of your age as well.”

Muira grins as Minthara rests on her chest reaching her hand to lay softly beneath her breasts her nails digging down in a mindless pattern, tracing the runes and the drow word for sea. “I am near 1400 years old. I would give you an exact but when you reach my age being close is good enough. I suspect I will live another 1400 if not more but that remains to be seen. There are few of my kind to corroborate my theory, which is part of why I am here.” Minthara looks up at her timidly. To have that many years to her life would make Muira older than even the oldest high elves. Muira chuckles lightly “I’m sure that has given you many more questions about my background - I will answer them all in due time. The most important things to know about me now are that I am searching for one such as myself that used to live in this area and I am vengeance bound to kill Ketheric Thorm for what he has taken from me. I am sure we align on one of those points.”

Minthara listens to the lanterns crackling and replies quietly “Yes, we do. I will join you to kill General Thorm, I mean - Ketheric.” She closes her eyes softly, her head bobbing to Muira’s breaths and she notices the scent of sea air, hears the soft hum of an old drow lullaby before she drifts off to sleep. Muira watches her for awhile before planting a kiss on her forehead and joining her in rest.

The shadow-curse allows no day or night to fall or rise so Minthara is raised instead by the stirring of Lae’zel who is stretching outside of her tent. Minthara finds a set of beautifully crafted chain mail armor, a shield and a long drow sword placed near the entrance with a small note:

Armor is for you, we’ll have to find a crossbow sometime during the day. There is a small glass of Luminara Nectar Tea which should help with the shadow curse. Tav came by earlier to take a team to this temple, I’ll send a Raven with instructions to the where the new camp should be set up. I saw your handiwork on my neck this morning - I hope to battle with you again. Dosst velve.*****

Minthara chuckles thinking of the dark rings that adorn Muira’s neck now - tokens of her affection some would say. She dresses for the coming day and steps out of the tent to Lae’zel who instantly says “We must train or it will be a day wasted! I hate to be idle.”

A vision of Ketheric raising his hammer viciously over Muira enters her mind and she nods - “Our enemies do not rest, so it is not a luxury that we can afford either.”

Notes:

* I will not wait. **take me. ***pretty one **** Your mouth ***** please, it is too much (This one was hard and I am not sure about it honestly.) ****** your blade/knife/dagger * forgot Xas = yes My undercommon translations are not perfect so feel free to give ideas. I love the idea of Muira being around long enough to kind of know everyone's language. I also think it makes her bond with Minthara stronger.

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