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Even More Comprehensive BG3 Timeline

(Now with citations!) Years in (paren) are confirmed, all other lines are approximations. For my own sanity this timeline is based on available in-game information and not the Forgotten Realms at large.

1450s

Enver Flymm born

Gale Dekarios born (1457)

Enver Flymm sold to Raphael by his parents, renamed Gortash

Gortash learns about Crown of Karsus while a prisoner of Raphael

Karlach Cliffgate born

1460s

Gortash escapes the House of Hope

Gale Dekarios summons Tara the Tressym (1467)

Wyll Ravengard born (1468)

1470s

Lae’zel of K’liir born (1470)

Gortash in his Heapside Reavers period

Gortash rebrands as a black market arms dealer

Orin the Red born to Helena and Sarevok Anchev

Durge begins their serial killing spree in Baldur’s Gate (1477)

The Emperor dominates Duke Belynne Stelmane (1479)

1480s

Elminster resurrects Mystra (1480)

Gortash trades Karlach to Zariel for infernal machines & iron (1482)

Baldur’s Gate’s Beloved Ranger statue goes missing (1482)

Duke Abdel Adrian murdered during Returning Day speech (1482) - Bhaal resurrected - Ulder Ravengard replaces Adrian as Marshall and as Duke

Orin kills her mother Helena in self-defense

Gortash recruits Franc Peartree to distribute infernal iron weapons

Gortash establishes a cult of Bane in Baldur’s Gate

Gortash approaches Durge about an alliance

Gortash moves against the Zhentarim & Knights of the Shield

Ulder Ravengard named Grand Duke

Wyll Ravengard pact with Mizora, leaves Baldur’s Gate (1485)

Dead Three made aware of the Crown of Karsus (most likely informed by Gortash)* - Gortash becomes Bane’s Chosen - Durge becomes Bhaal’s chosen - Gortash & Durge are instructed to recruit Ketheric

Gortash tells Durge about Crown of Karsus (via correspondence)

Hall/House of Wonders test mission* - Durge gets Bhaalist memorabilia - Gortash gets a bunch of Gondian designs - Durge & Gortash get companionship

1490s

The Chosen visit Ketheric at Moonrise, learn about Illithid colony

Gortash & Durge visit the House of Hope (for intel on Mephistar?)

Gortash & Durge raid Mephistar - They get the Crown of Karsus - They get the book on the accelerated grand design

Gortash captures the Emperor

Gortash & Durge return to Moonrise - Their identities are kept secret from Ketheric’s people - Durge impresses the Moonrise Gnolls, but not Steelclaw - Ketheric yells at Durge in the throne room for an unknown reason

Durge proposes their plan to the Elder Brain who accepts

Raid on the illithid colony (1491) - Durge puts the Crown on the Elder Brain - Orin gets Durge alone during the raid & stabs them in the head - Orin tadpoles Durge, making them the first True Soul - Orin declares herself the Chosen of Bhaal

1492

Durge is found by Kressa Bonedaughter

Minsc captured by Absolutists at a recruitment rally in the Undercity

Gortash gets weird and intense with unethical experiments - Some futzing to get the tadpoles to consistently remain in stasis - This is when the name ‘True Souls’ gets coined - Extremely questionable fun with brains - Getting the Absolute’s voice sorted out - Tadpoling his parents - Poorly conceived experiments on children & their parents

Gortash has Iron Throne converted to hold hostages

Gortash presents prototype Steel Watcher to the city council

Jaheira tracks cult to shadow-cursed land, meets Isobel

Minthara Baenre is 'recruited' by Orin and Ketheric

The Descent, Elturel fall into Avernus happens

Duke Vanthampur revealed as a diabolist, killed by adventurers

Guild Bursar Uktar launders money for Gortash’s Campaign funds

Isobel is resurrected by the Dead Three

The Elder Brain sends the Chosen dreams about the Astral Prism

Gortash researches the Prism, finds out that Vlaakith has it

Gortash tasks Ketheric with sending a team to get the Astral Prism - They send a nautiloid piloted by the Emperor and other illithid - The Elder Brain lets the Emperor slip its leash - Magthew Budj arranges for Durge to be on the nautiloid as well

Gortash deploys Steel Watch in Lower/Outer City

At this point Elturel is no longer in Avernus

First Druid Halsin captured by goblins

Nautiloid picks up Shadowheart & the Prism from Astral Plane

Nautiloid picks up Lae’zel

Nautiloid goes to Baldur’s Gate, picks up Gale & Astarion

Nautiloid goes to Avernus, picks up Karlach & Wyll

Nautiloid crashes, (20 Eleasis, 1492)

Some helpful links:

A page from Sarevok’s book: Sarevok - (Murder tribunal)

Accelerated Grand Design: Gortash - (Gortash's Office)

An Offer: Gortash - (Peartree basement)

Aquatic Labor: Gortash - (Flymm’s Cargo Basement)

Baldur’s Gate Temple of Bhaal: Yanthus - (Gortash’s Office)

Balthazar’s Notes: Balthazar - (Necrotic laboratory)

Clasped Book: Balthazar - (Balthazar’s chambers)

Devil’s Fee Observer’s Report**: Himberloo - (Nine-Fingers’ office)

Elder Brain Domination: Ketheric/Yanthus - (Ketheric’s Room)

Enhanced Weapons - Sales Ledger: Peartree - (Peartree basement)

Experiment on Cruor: Orin - (Temple of Bhaal)

How To Build a Watcher: deceased Gondian - (Steel Watch foundry) 

Journal of Enver Gortash: Gortash - (Gortash’s Office)

Magical Histories: Volume 2: The Spellplague: unknown - (Sorcerous Sundries)

Memoir Notes with Recent Addenda: Gortash - (Gortash’s office)

Missive from Gortash: Gortash - (Ketheric’s room)

Missive from Ketheric: Ketheric - (Moonrise, 2nd floor)

Mistress of Souls’ Research Log: Kressa - (Mind flayer barracks)

My Gratitude: Gortash - To Peartree (Peartree basement)

Next Steps: Gortash - (Gortash’s office)

Prayer for Forgiveness: Durge - (Necrotic laboratory)

Scrapbook of Letters: Gortash/Durge - (Flymm’s Cobblers)

Special Operations - Infernal Arms: Uktar - 

Studies of the Elder Brains: Gortash/Yanthus - (Gortash’s Office)

Suspended Ceremorphosis: Gortash/Yanthus - (Tadpoling center)

Test Mission with Gortash: Durge - (Temple of Bhaal)

The Astral Prism Heist: Gortash - (Gortash’s office)

The Dukes of Baldur’s Gate: unknown - (Baldur’s Mouth/Peartree’s house)

The Grand Design: Gortash/Yanthus - (Mind flayer colony)

The True Life of ‘Lord’ Gortash: a skeleton - (Wyrm’s Rock Prison)

The Ultimate State: Gortash - (Gortash’s office/Flymm’s Cobblers)

*an in-game contradiction between Gortash and Durge. See: ‘Test Mission with Gortash’ and ‘Memoir Notes with Recent Addenda’. I’ve placed it after, but there’s also a legitimate argument to be made that Gortash and Durge met and became allies much earlier, possibly around the same time as Gortash’s betrayal of Karlach

Additionally, the House of Wonders (church/workshop) and the Hall of Wonders (museum) are two different buildings in the Upper City. Durge writes that the Hall is their target, while Gortash writes that the House is their target. It is my opinion that they hit both locations.

**no link cuz the bg3.wiki doesn’t have it??

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Wyll

Vinyl Cover Art Details

Art by Magdalena Katańska

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sometimes we (i) forgot

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Halsin: intentionally misleads the goblin leaders into thinking he's only an ordinary bear so that they don't try to torture the location of the Emerald Grove out of him, and also so that he can gain information on their plans

People with absolutely zero media literacy: omg he could have turned into a rat and left the entire time, what an absolute dumbass. I can't believe this dumbass didn't risk getting caught changing forms so that he could run back to his Grove with no plan of how to stop the goblins. What kind of dumbass wouldn't just run without stopping the core issue first? Can't believe this dumbass didn't just think changing into a rat and running would solve EVERYTHING immediately

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What stage of durgetash brainrot is "Writing sad double-column poetry"

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Tiefling Trio Love Language Headcanons (w/ GN! Reader): 

Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3

Characters: Rolan; Dammon; Zevlor

Pairings: Rolan/GN!Reader; Dammon/GN!Reader; Zevlor/GN!Reader 

A/N: This wasn’t a request, but it’s something I wanted to write ever since @fanaticofmany popped up in my notifications. I swear, ever since I wrote my other tiefling pieces, they've been in my notifications reblogging them at least once a week! I’m so touched! And since I know what it is like to be starved for more content starring your favorite characters, I’ve decided to go ahead and write a little treat for all the Zevlor lovers, all the Rolan lovers, and all the Dammon lovers out there. (Especially fanatic.) 

I hope all of you enjoy it! 

➽ 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓷 ➻ Words of Affirmation 

Rolan thrives in an efficient routine where he gets to order others around. He’s a natural leader, and he thrives on his hard work paying off. 

When he’s in love with someone, he tends to be resistant to the romance at first, before eventually succumbing to his undeniable attraction, and when he does, be forewarned, he tends to become engulfed in his passion for you. 

For Rolan, words have great power— and he doesn’t just mean that as a wizard— he means it as a lover. Cruel words were what drove him away from his blood relatives and into the arms of Cal and Lia. Persuasive words were what made him stay in the Emerald Grove and fight. Kind words… Well, they’re what made him fall all the more in love with you. 

To him, admitting how he feels outright is one of the bravest things he could ever do to express his love for you. He’s always been terrified— terrified of saying the wrong thing, of reciting the wrong spell— he just wants his words to reflect a perfectly disciplined mind. But romance is messy, so Rolan does his best to understand. 

He’ll give you compliments here and there— not factitiously either, he genuinely means all that he says to you. He’ll be upfront about his thoughts and feelings for you, verbalizing them as they come. 

It may not seem like a big deal to naturally affectionate people, but to Rolan, it’s one of the greatest leaps of faith he’s ever had to take. 

And he’s ever grateful that he gets to take such a leap with you. 

➽ 𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷 ➻ Gift Giving 

Dammon is a very practical and detail-oriented person. He’s very meticulous in his work, and his relationships are no exception. 

When he’s in love with someone, he shows it by giving them one of the two most expensive things in his life: time, or forged goods. 

As a blacksmith, time is money for Dammon. If he doesn’t make swords and other items to sell, he doesn’t have any income. Because he’s working hard to make a living, and to build a nest egg he can safely rely on for his future life in the city, he’s seldom available for a spontaneous date night or snuggle session. 

However, because you are the most important thing in his life (along with his newfound freedom), he will set aside special time for the two of you. He plans your dates to a ‘T’. He wants every second to count because he knows how little of his attention he has after a long day of forging to give to you. 

Dammon will also give you beautifully detailed and very practical items that he’s forged. Sure, he’ll make you pendants or necklaces or earrings if you’re so inclined, but Dammon likes things he makes to be useful in more than one way, so don’t be surprised if the gorgeous comb he gives you has a hidden blade inside!

In all honesty, Dammon would build you a replica of the moon if you asked. His hands may be scarred and rough, but he promises to treat you like the precious priceless gift you are. 

➽ 𝓩𝓮𝓿𝓵𝓸𝓻 ➻ Quality Time 

Zevlor has always been the responsible one— amongst his peers, amongst his colleagues, and his refugee people. He has always taken the weight of the world, the weight of doing ‘the right thing’ onto his shoulders, without ever being asked, and without a single word of complaint. 

When Zevlor is in love with someone, he finds himself initially inclined to lighten the load of that person, so to speak. Because he’s so used to suffering silently, he assumes his love must be suffering too. 

But what Zevlor doesn’t quite realize at first, is that this obsessive need to do for others isn’t what their partner chose him for. 

With his people and the city safe, Zevlor finally gets a chance to relax— to be the kind of man he never got the chance to be. Outside of his Oath, Zevlor may not be sure who he is. So he takes the time to explore, and try different things, experimenting in all the ways he can show his loved one that he loves them.

Zevlor finds his favorite way to show affection is by spending quality time with his loved one. He much prefers just being near you, in a peaceful environment, as opposed to any gesture or declaration he could give you. 

Letting someone in, and letting someone in when he’s chosen to be vulnerable, is the most intimate act, in Zevlor’s mind. He’s endured so much, and he’s kept up a strong front for so long, for so many. The fact that you want to see him happy, you want to see him relieved— it fills him with a joyful longing he thought he had lost long ago. 

The simple act of looking up across the kitchen table, his reading specs on the bridge of his nose as the two of you read your respective novels, it’s enough for a serene and comfortable warmth to fill his heart. 

Zevlor views every second spent with you as a gift— because to him, being near you, being able to reach over and grab your hand as he witnesses your joy and your wonder— is just like how the wildflowers grow towards the sun. 

A/N: @fanaticofmany — I hope you enjoyed it! And I wanted to say thanks again for reblogging my work. The reblogs mean so much to me, and I enjoy reading your tags every time! <3 

As always, for everyone who reads this, Likes & REBLOGS are most appreciated! 

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This was the moment I got irreversibly smitten with the grumpy wizard. Watching him go from doubting your every move in Act 1 and blaming your heroics for Cal and Lia being taken - to having such unwavering faith in you? It’s so rewarding. And he still keeps that hot, on-brand smugness about it, too.

Sir, of course I’ll kill Lorroakan for you. I’ll get you Ramazith’s Tower. Hell, I’ll get you five towers if that’s what it takes.

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"I've been dead in the ground for long enough. It's time to start living again"

Study of Harry Clarke's style. Been obsessed.

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#omfg this was so hot!!! #rolan is the only man I want to be mean to me

A debt paid in lust [18+]

Tags:

Rolan/Dark Urge (female tiefling), F/M, shameless smut, enemies to lovers (more like haters to fuckers), hate sex, mutual masturbation, biting, choking, tail play.

Notes:

Yep, it's all your fault, @chubsono. You planted the seed of writing the hatefucking Rolan into my head. When will you learn that your actions have consequences?! (ง︡'-'︠)ง

On a serious note, I'm glad to take a break from the ongoing "Worthy" and just chill a little with this smõl, one-chapter adventure. :)

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Summary:

Tiefling Dark Urge Vexis has her murderous plans rudely interrupted by Rolan, the ever-irritating wizard prodigy. He insists on repaying her for saving his siblings, though his growing frustration with the draconic bloodline sorcerer makes the exchange anything but simple. Amused by his resistance, Vex offers an alternative form of payment - one that feeds both their urges, whether he likes it or not.

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A debt paid in lust

Vexis' night was not going as smoothly as she would have hoped. Another burst of murderous urge had driven her out of camp, and she was now pacing frantically close to the Last Light Inn. One thought occupied the tiefling's mind entirely - Kill Isobel. Strangle her. Cut her open. Burn her. Anything.

So far, the sorcerer has managed to keep her twisted desires under control, showing remarkable restraint when it came to killing the innocents. Not because Vex didn't want to. Rather, she was wary of getting caught by her companions. They were her only means of survival in this gods-forsaken crusade, and trust was already thin after the little "incident" with a dragonborn bard at camp.

Besides, Vexis indulged in slaughtering countless enemies thrown at their party every day. But tonight, the urge was too powerful to ignore.

And so, she finally succumbed. Standing before the inn's entrance, Vex was preparing to sneak in. No one would even notice, as most of the inn's residents were soundly asleep by now.

But, of course, just moments before committing one of her greatest atrocities, Vexis' luck ran out. The sound of footsteps right behind her made the sorcerer turn. Of all people, it was that fiery-red prick.

Rolan was just as startled by the night rendezvous as she was. It was quite a sight - Vexis, standing in an unnatural dazed state, tail wagging wildly from one side to the other, face distorted in an unhinged grin. There was something very unsettling about her. The woman's azure-colored skin matched this gloomy night perfectly. It was almost as if she was a ghost - no, an evil spirit - roaming the lands, her greenish-red eyes devouring everything on her way.

Rolan's stomach twisted. But annoyance quickly overpowered the unease. Of course, he'd meet this arrogant do-gooder tonight after he'd spent almost all day thinking about her. Just yesterday, she and her party had saved his siblings. They waltzed through Moonrise Towers like it was nothing, effortlessly tearing through the horrors inside. And Rolan? He did nothing to help.

The shame burned in his chest. He hated them for doing what he could not. And he was grateful. That was the worst part.

So, he had spent the day drowning in self-loathing, searching for a way to make it right. After hours of brooding (and an ill-advised night swim in the freezing river), he had come to a solution. He would pay the party for the rescue.

And, what do you know - here's a perfect opportunity. If only the wizard had met someone - anyone else from the party rather than Vexis.

To tell the truth, everything about her set him on edge. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she wielded magic as if it had been made just for her. That unshakable confidence. That unbothered smirk.

And the way her presence dug under his skin and stayed there. She was everything Rolan wanted for himself.

"Should I even ask what you're doing here?" his voice cut through the night.

Vexis barely spared him a glance, her tail flicking impatiently, "Oh, wonderful. Just what I needed," she gurgled, realizing she could kiss her murderous plans goodbye, "I was just about to leave, so."

"Wait," a muscle in Rolan's jaw twitched, but he forced himself to continue, "Since you're here, I need to talk to you. First of...," he paused, then exhaled, "I didn't have a chance to thank you for saving Cal and Lia... And I want to pay you for it."

For a second, Vexis just stared. Then she let out a dry sigh, "I don't have time for this, I'm leaving."

The wizard narrowed his eyes, hating that he had to plead with her, "It will only take a moment. Let me get the gold from my room."

The sorcerer rolled her eyes, "I'm not in the mood for a chat. I don't need your gold."

Frustration burned in his chest, "So what, you expect me to stand around, feeling indebted to you?"

"Oh, sorry," Vex sneered, her fangs glinting in the dim light, "I didn't realize it was all about your bleeding pride, wizard. It just can't catch a break, can it?"

Rolan snapped, "My pride? You're the one to talk! I'm doing what's right..."

Vexis frowned. This wasn't good. They were slipping into another of their endless arguments - fiery, volatile, and far too loud. She didn't need any more attention tonight.

With an irritated sigh, she grabbed his shoulder. Before he could react, the world twisted. A split second later, they landed outside a door on the second floor of the forge. Vex unceremoniously pushed Rolan inside, closing the door behind them.

The room was dim and hollow, the air thick with dust and the lingering scent of smoke. Below them, the faint crackle of embers drifted up from the forge.

Rolan whirled on her, eyes blazing, "What in the hells did you do that for?"

Vexis found his confusion rather amusing, "What, never used a dimension door before? Why am I not surprised," she said mockingly, studying her sharp nails in complete disregard to what Rolan had to say.

"Of course I have!" Rolan lied, his tail flicking sharply. "But you - you're audacious! You think just because you know a few fancy spells, you can yank me around like a bloody puppet?"

"Pretty much," she replied nonchalantly, "Gods, are you always this loud? I'm very tempted to cast silence next."

Rolan scoffed, his annoyance ramping up, "Of course, a sorcerer who's arrogant and disrespectful. You all have the same problem: you lack the comprehension of what hard work is…"

The wizard's ongoing tirade fell on deaf ears. Still focused on her slender, long fingers, Vex considered her options. The slaughter of Isobel was out of the question now that her murderous urge was so rudely interrupted.

Yet, the hunger inside her hadn't faded, only shifted. The sorcerer's mind wandered, picturing battles to come and the divine sight of bloodshed to inevitably follow. The visions only made it worse, as her body started trembling slightly, begging for something, anything that could bring her release.

Her gaze flicked to Rolan. He was still ranting, still indignant. It was rather comical, considering his usual hairdo was now a mess and an extravagant robe switched to lowly, simple clothes. But for once, Vexis actually studied him - his sharp features kissed by dim moonlight, eyes burning with fury, that tail lashing so temptingly behind him.

Interesting. Maybe she wouldn't need blood tonight. Maybe something else could be just as satisfying.

Just when Vex' desperate hunger needed to be clenched, all she needed was to reach and take a bite.

"Aren't you a little obsessed with me?" Vexis interrupted, her voice now silky-smooth, gaze set on him entirely.

Such a jarring change in the woman's tone stopped Rolan mid-sentence. Vex was shamelessly looking him up and down, lips parted. A single claw traced the column of her throat, slow and deliberate as if lost in thought. The sight made Rolan's heart stutter, though his irritation still burned hot.

"Obsessed?" the wizard asked, furrowing his brows, "What are you talking about?"

Even with his tone being stern, Vex caught it – a flicker of something wild in his eyes, how his mouth twitched nervously before replying. She knew he was already under her spell. The sorcerer just needs to push Rolan a little further.

"How else should I call it?" she moved closer, "You've been going on and on about repaying me instead of sleeping soundly in the middle of the night."

Rolan rolled his eyes, arms crossed in defiance, "I've told you already – I hate being indebted to people."

"Oh, that's unfortunate," Vex came even closer, now standing an arm's reach away from the wizard, "The problem is, I have no use for your coins. Maybe you can repay me in another way?"

Confused and annoyed by her blatant refusal to accept his coins, the tiefling sighed, "What do you want then?"

"How about you answer one question? I only ask that you're honest."

The look on Vexis' face - an odd mixture of something seductive yet sinister – made Rolan's fists clench. Or maybe it was just the late hour messing with his mind.

Then Vex murmured, "Do you want me?"

Surely, he must have misheard. There was no way those words had left her mouth. Just like that? Completely unprovoked? No. It must be a mistake or a trick. A manipulation. Anything.

Yet, Vexis' challenging gaze was running Rolan up and down, studying him, waiting for a response. The wizard's confused expression made her smirk. His slow unraveling was delicious.

Noticing it, Rolan scoffed, trying his hardest to regain control. He wouldn't let anyone play him. Especially someone this annoyingly arrogant, "You must be joking."

"Hm?" Vex made another step towards him, "Why aren't you laughing then?" She reached out, claws barely grazing his shirt, teasing, testing.

Rolan's breath hitched, but he couldn't give in. His pride was a fragile thing, and she was hell-bent on shattering it. "Because you're asking lunatic questions," he said irritably. He meant to pull away from her touch, but his body betrayed him - traitorous, instinct-bound. Unlike its master, it couldn't lie about its desires.

The sorcerer shrugged dismissively, "You could've said "no" ten times by now. Yet, here you stand, trying and failing miserably to figure me out, aren't you?"

Rolan inhaled slowly, forcing a veneer of confidence, "There is nothing to figure out. You are as simple as they come, except for the impressive sense of self-importance."

But his words were of no consequence to Vexis. She sighed, feigning irritation, "It's still not an answer. I'm starting to lose my patience," Vex paused as another devious grin graced her face, "Why don't we speed things up a little?"

Before the wizard could say anything, she pulled her tunic up and over her head. The fabric landed on the floor next to her with a hushed swish. But to Rolan, it sounded like the loudest thud in the realm. Or maybe that was just the deafening hammer of his own pulse, rattling through his skull, distorting everything around him.

Vex stood before him, utterly nonchalant, her upper body bare, shameless. The knowing, smug smile tugged at her lips as she read his reaction like an open book.

"You're so bad at this," Vexis murmured playfully, undoing her belt at a torturously slow pace, "Your answer was obvious from the very start. Still," she took off her trousers with one swift move, revealing her toned legs and a complete lack of undergarments, "I want to hear you say it."

She stepped forward. The space between them shrank to nothing.

Rolan wrenched his head to the side, as if not looking would somehow keep him from breaking. But it wasn't enough. Her heat enveloped him, making the wizard's own body burn ten times hotter, suffocating him. Every subtle rise and fall of her chest shifted the air between them, brushing against him. Worse still was her natural, intoxicating scent. It was as if Vex was drenched in a mixture of wildflowers, amber, and… lust. Rolan couldn't stand it. He hated how desperately he wanted her.

Yet, he made himself talk again, clinging to the miniscule remanence of pride. Rolan's voice was low and rough as he muttered, "You really think yourself so irresistible that…"

Vex didn’t let him finish. She seized his mouth with an open palm, fingers pressing firm, silencing him in an instant. Her grip was tight, although Rolan wouldn’t bother to struggle out of it – he was too startled to move, rattled by the sheer audacity of her touch.

The sorcerer tsked, her index and middle fingers gliding over his lips in slow, teasing circles, “Have you considered that you can do far more pleasurable things with your mouth than yap?”

To her delight, it seemed that Rolan finally succumbed to her cruel teasing: his eyes narrowed, a glint of challenge and rage burning in them. Just a couple more pushes, and he would be thrown into a lustful delirium.

Vexis pressed harder, prying his lips apart. The two clawed fingers made their way inside Rolan’s mouth, met by his eager tongue. His mouth closed around her digits, sucking them in deep, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. He never broke eye contact, eviscerating Vex with his stare, hiding the pleasure her taste brought behind it.

“See?” her lips curved in wicked amusement, “If only you were more decisive, you’d been tasting my tongue instead.”

With a languid pull, she withdrew her fingers - only to bring them to her own lips. She parted them, slipping her fingers into the warmth of her mouth, moaning softly as she savored their mingled taste. Watching her, Rolan went rigid, breath seizing in his throat.

Suddenly, she stopped, moving away from him, “A shame, really, that you are a coward,” Vexis drawled, her voice laced with mock pity, “For such a loudmouth, answering a simple question was too difficult,” the sorcerer turned away, setting her final strike into motion, “The first time I saw you, I thought you were a virgin. Maybe my suspicion was right. Or maybe you just can’t -”

Rolan wouldn’t let Vex finish. His hand landed on her shoulder, turning her around with force. His other hand grabbed her hip, slamming her thighs into his. Vexis immediately felt his hardened length pressing against her lower stomach, twitching in anticipation.

“Does this answer your question?” Rolan’s voice was rough, nearly a growl, as he grounded against her.

Although Vexis’ face remained indifferent, a victorious heat pervaded her stomach: she finally broke him.

Shifting her hips just enough to make space, her hand slipped between them, fingers gliding against his core, teasing.

“Mm,” she murmured, mock-thoughtful, her touch growing more insistent, “I’m not sure. Maybe you should elaborate.”

Rolan had enough of her circus. His hand shot up, gripping her throat with just enough force to make her bite back a gasp. Their horns brushed as he leaned in, foreheads pressed together, breath hot and unsteady, “You are such a little slithery snake,” the wizard hissed slowly, his irises sharpening in a dangerous agony, “Do you always have to play dirty to get what you want?”

The tight grip around her throat made Vexis’ pulse stutter - excited, hungry. She smirked, arrogant as ever, her fingers hooking into his waistband, tugging demandingly, “Only if I know the opponent will act a sore loser about it.”

Rolan’s hand was quick as he grabbed his pants and pulled them down, freeing his throbbing flesh. His palm returned to Vex’ hip, gripping hard, claws digging into her skin.

“Sore loser?” Rolan’s voice faltered as he tried desperately to cover his groans. Vex didn’t lose any time, stroking his cock with deliberate slowness. It felt so good already, and they barely even started.

“Sore loser?” He muttered again, tone laced with frustration, “I’m not the one begging for it,” Rolan’s gaze now roamed her body shamelessly. Freckled azure skin. Razor-sharp ridges. Perfect, delicious curves. He drank her in, his arousal coiling hot and tight in his core.

She could play all the games she wanted. But Rolan knew - he would claim all of her before the night was over.

“Begging?” Vex whispered. She lifted a finger to her lips, sliding it between them. Slowly. Rolan watched, entranced, as she pulled it free and trailed it down. Her fingertip pressed against his burning tip, spreading the wetness over him.

Unable to hold it, the wizard bit into her shoulder, failing to cover his lustful huffs. Vexis repeated the circular motion, taunting him. Her own center started pulsating, making the sorcerer’s strokes grow faster.

She wanted him just as badly. And Rolan knew it.

He took off his shirt - the need to feel her bare against him was unbearable. Breathing heavily, Rolan pressed his forehead to hers, whispering against her lips, "You will get what's owed to you - every last bit of it."

He moved in to kiss Vex, but she tilted her head at the last minute, "You missed your chance to taste my lips. Now - earn it," she teased, her grip around his length tightened.

A growl rumbled from his chest. Next second - Rolan's lips were on her neck, licking and sucking in the skin, bruising it mercilessly. Hearing her whimper in pleasure made him lose all control.

"Spread it," he rasped against her skin, barely able to breeze between kisses. His hand already trailed down, seeking the heat between her legs.

Vexis shuddered but still had the nerve to taunt, "Make me."

She didn't have to ask him twice. Rolan's tail slid between her thighs from behind, brushing against her drenched folds. A wicked grin curled his lips as he felt just how ready she was.

"You are begging for it, little liar," he hissed, dragging his tail back and forth, making her squirm.

Driven mad by the friction, Vexis felt the hunger coil tighter in her core, demanding to be filled. She reached down, gripping Rolan’s tail and pushing it aside, replacing it with something far hotter, far harder - his throbbing length. A shudder ran through her as she pressed him against her soaked folds, gliding back and forth, holding him between her thighs.

Rolan's breath hitched. The sight of her stroking herself against him so shamelessly, spreading her wetness all over his length, nearly undid him.

He growled low in his throat before crashing his lips against hers at last, claiming his reward as their tongues tangled in molten heat. Rolan's hands were all over her body, unable to miss every inch, every curve.

And Vex couldn't help but melt into him, moaning in pleasure as Rolan held her tight. Her arms rose and curved around his neck as she slowed her grinding to a more intimate pace. For a moment, they both felt sane again.

But for Vexis, those never lasted. The sorcerer sucked in his lower lip, biting on the skin hard enough to draw blood. Its intoxicating taste made her feral for violence once more. Vex broke their kiss, licking the crimson remnants.

"Don't get all soft with me," she murmured in warning, digging her claws into the man's sides.

The dazed, dangerous look in her eyes said it all to Rolan. She was so infuriating, leading him toward the edge of madness.

"My bad," he whispered, voice low, laced with knowing and want, "I forgot who I'm dealing with."

Rolan grabbed her waist, spun her around, and bent her over, forcing her hands to catch onto the nearest wooden pole for support. Vex' breath hitched while he took a moment to admire her lustful, trembling core.

The way she craved him yet had the nerve to mock and push him around reignited the wizard's fury. Just like Vexis wanted.

Rolan slapped the curve of her hips, dragging her closer to him. His free hand slid between her thighs, caressing her pulsating bud. Vex whimpered, her thighs shifting, seeking more friction.

Watching her squirm for his hot, red flesh brought a grin to his face, "You can still take my gold instead," Rolan teased, bending and pressing against her, his hands kneading her breasts.

Vexis groaned, exasperated, "You have some nerve, you petulant, annoying wiz-"

Her words shattered into a strangled scream as Rolan thrust into her in one swift, claiming motion, filling her completely. The sensation made him freeze for a second - her core was so tight, so pulsating and eager, that Rolan couldn't hold his own brazen moans.

He moved, slow at first, dragging along her slick, clenching walls before slamming back in. Vexis needed a reminder that she was his now, and her uncontrolled whimpers confirmed it.

Rolan's pace quickened, hands moving uncontrollably between her breasts and waist. Her every moan, every touch, every contraction intoxicated him beyond any other known drug.

Vex' breath hitched, her body arching in response. Breathless, she begged, "Deeper."

Rolan's breath came out in ragged pants, "On your knees," he rasped.

They descended to the dust-covered floor together, their cores still intertwined in a lustful union. Watching Vex bending and arching her back and thighs into such an undignified position made his hot member twitch violently.

He gripped her hips and drove into her with ruthless precision, filling her to the hilt. A savage groan left both their mouths in unison. There was no stopping now, not when the pleasure was so divine. He hammered into Vexis mercilessly, moving her hips with quick, possessive force.

The racket of lewd noises, rampant moans, and rhythmic slaps of skin on skin filled the room. They now looked like feral animals, free of shame and concepts of decency.

Keeping his punishing pace, Rolan bent forward, fisting a hand in Vexis' hair and pulling her up just enough to make her meet his gaze, "Close," was all he could master, struggling to breeze.

The motion finally undid Vex. She let out a broken moan, enveloping his length in her sweet release. Unable to hold any longer, Rolan followed, locking his arms around Vexis as he spilled into her.

Bone-tired, they fell flat on the floor, trying to regain their breath.

Vexis shifted beneath him, turning onto her back, her sharp gaze studying the wizard's face. Red as a burning flame now, he did the same, his golden eyes traveling slowly across her face. Even now, covered in dust and marked by their violent passion, she was no less striking than the day he first saw her.

"You know," she muttered, lazily dragging her palm along his cheek to wipe away a smudge of dust, "You still owe me for saving your lot at the grove."

Rolan blinked back at her, certainly not expecting such a response. Then he scoffed, rolling his eyes to hide the way his heart hammered anew.

"Do you expect every other tiefling to pay you this sort of commission?" the wizard asked.

Vexis chuckled, "Only a sore loser like you."

"Good," Rolan replied, crushing his lips to hers, rolling his hips against her with a newfound confidence.

+++

Vexis only left their little hiding spot at dawn, body covered in his love bites and claw marks. Giving Rolan her final, arrogance-filled look, she said, "If you make it to Baldur's Gate, I might find some use for you there."

Rolan watched her leaving in silence, his body even more battered and bruised after their night rendezvous. Even twenty years later, the memory of their first violent, intoxicating union would burn just as vividly.

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Companions reacting to Mystra's message for Gale to blow himself up

(one of these things is not like the other)

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One of my FAVOURITE hilarious moments in the game. Let me elaborate:

Isobel: You can't believe them, Marcus. Ketheric will never give you whatever it is you've been promised.

Marcus: He already has. *stretches big ass fucking wings*

I love to picture behind the scenes:

Ketheric sits upon his throne. Armored. Powerful. Marcus, a Flaming Fist—one of Baldur’s Gate’s own—kneels before him.

Ketheric: The Absolute has blessed us all. She will bless you too. That is, if you join us.

Marcus: My loyalties lie with Baldur’s Gate. You will not sway me.

Ketheric: You could have anything, Marcus. Fame. Gold. Immortality. Just say the word.

Marcus: …Actually, now that you mention it…

Ketheric: What do you desire in the name of The Absolute?

Marcus: I’m so glad you asked.

Marcus: Fuckin’ wings.

Ketheric: Wi—Did you say wings?

Marcus: Big, black, feathery fuckin’ wings. I need them so bad.

Ketheric: O-oh. Yeah. Okay. Sure. Man. Yeah, whatever you want, I guess.

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Here, take this! *Throws vanilla pouty Rolan at you*

Edit to add: the fact that he's looking at Lorroakan in this scene just screams "bitch, you'd better be joking."

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"Need a ride home, babydoll? 💜"

Rolan x my Tav named Valtyrr, more at 11. Also I've lost my graphics tablet pen so I am forced to write and do art traditionally til I find or replace it, so potentially expect some fic for these two.

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OC Ask game time

1) Will your OC get married and with who?

2) Will they have any children? What are their names?

3) When is your OC’s birthday or what is their zodiac sign if you haven’t picked a date yet? Answer both if you wish.

4) What color or colors do you most associate with your OC?

5) Any animals you most associate with your OC?

6) Any flowers you associate with your OC?

7) Does your OC have a favorite and least favorite food?

8) Greatest strength and greatest flaw about your OC?

9) What is your OC’s greatest wish/dream/goals?

10) Does your OC have a family tree? Who are their immediate and extended family if you created ones?

11) What actor or voice actor do you see best playing as your OC?

12) Favorite movie or tv show or musical or book for your OC? Or all? (Don’t worry I understand setting is important for this question so only answer what applies)

13) Does your OC have a good relationship with their parents or no?

14) What about any siblings, do they have any and is their relationship good?

15) Has your OC ever fallen in love before who their intended love interest is, or is the intended love interest their first love?

16) Does your OC enjoy school or no? Did they get any education?

17) Does your OC have a pet?

18) What is your OC’s greatest fear?

19) Does your OC have any close friends?

20) What hobbies does your OC have?

21) Any embarrassing secrets your OC demands you take to the grave but you will share anyway?

22) Does your OC have a job and what is that occupation? Are they currently happy with it?

23) Is your OC religious and what religion? If it’s a fictional religion for your story please give a summary of the core teachings of their faith?

24) What kind of sleeper is your OC? Light or heavy? What side do they sleep on? Do they like to sleep over or under the covers?

25) The name you chose for your OC, why did you chose it?

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Provoke the blade and suffer its sting 🗡️