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I know what she said about water but anyway.

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"kill them with kindness" WRONG. chair attack 🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑

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How heavy weigh your sins? / I'm the lightest I've ever been

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‘Loving another is not soft, wizard. It is one of the hardest things a person can do.’

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Another version from this pose🫡

Minthara X Lae’zel

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You’re telling me that Wyll Ravengard knew Abdel Adrian, Gorion’s Ward?

You’re telling me that not only did he know him, his father was his second in command?

You’re telling me that, as a boy, Wyll witnessed the proof that Bhaalspawn could reject their calling and pursue a life of their own choosing?

You’re telling he was definitely there the day Abdel was killed, that a young Wyll Ravengard witnessed a Slayer running rampant in the city with his own eyes?

The reason Wyll is one of the only companions to fully believe in Durge that night in the Shadowlands, that tells them to fight, to fight with everything they have, is because he knows it can be done.

He trusts them because he trusted Abdel.

He believes in them because he believed in Abdel.

Because Abdel was Wyll’s hero, maybe his second favorite person next to his own father.

Larian, Larian, please, Wyll literally writes himself

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Working on a Minthara

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This is just to say

I have not read

the new fic

you posted,

and which you were

probably hoping

would have more

comments by now.

Forgive me--

it looks so cool and delicious,

but this week

is the worst,

and I need more brain

to devour your

plummy purple genius.

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Dorn Il-Khan 🤝 Minthara Baenre

Being down bad for Bhaalspawn

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Tangled in her web 🕸️

Alternate version:

Links: See on Twitter | Commission Info

Inspired by this twt post:

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ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɢʀᴀsᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ, ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

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BG3 Drow Lore 🕷️ Minthara's Childhood

Some thoughts on Minthy's childhood in Menzoberranzan:

🕷️ Assassination Attempt – being almost killed was likely among Minthara's earliest memories: I survived my first assassination attempt while I still suckled at my mother's breast. I tasted her blood that day. She covered my body with her own, and a blade bit deep into her chest, almost puncturing her heart.

We do not know why somebody wanted to kill her - the assassination might be orchestrated by some relative, for example, or some other person who wanted to weaken her mother's position in the family. Minthara was likely important to her (see this post).

🕷️Lessons of Early Childhood – Minthara was being raised by her mother instead of being fostered to some other relative, like it happens with less important drow children: My mother taught me to talk, to walk, and then to kill. I still hope to thank her by teaching her how to die one day. In another line, Minthara says: I had every advantage, and my mother showed me how to survive.

As a female and Baenre, Minthara was infinitely more privileged than many other drow kids in Menzoberranzan – at the same time, though, she lived under enormous pressure, striving to meet her mother's high expectations. A failure meant a punishment, and little Minthara probably quickly learnt that in her world, failures can be deadly.

🕷️ Lessons In Killing? – Minthara most likely started to learn how to survive the perils of Lolth-sworn drow society when she was still very young.

It is quite possible that she scored her first kill before actually reaching adulthood – in one of her lines, when she is asked at what age it is right to set a child upon mortal combat, she answers: The moment it can hold a blade. It may even test its resilience against some common poisons while it is still in the womb.

We do not know if her own mother was building up her resistance to poisons in such a way, but in another line, Minthara says: my mother would have poisoned her own milk to torment me. So... who knows.

🕷️ Protected And Tormented – Minthara says that there was no love between her and her mother. As an adult, she reflects that her mother protected her with one hand and tormented her with the other, and admits that her relationship with her ...may not be the best model to follow.

🕷️ End of Early Childhood – in noble drow families, sons typically start to serve the household when they are around ten years old and when they are sixteen, they are officially recognized as members of their house. During the family meeting in the chapel, they receive the house piwafwi and then their mother - or matron mother of their house - makes decisions about their education and future.

I doubt that daughters of noble drow families need to serve the household as children - but maybe after reaching a suitable age, they start to visit the family chapel, for example, to observe and learn basic duties of priestesses? In case of Minthara, it would probably mean spending some time in the huge, domed chapel of House Baenre.

🕷️ Young Baenre - noble drow girls probably have their own variant of societal rite of passage around their sixteenth birthday, celebrated more grandly than that of noble drow boys. Maybe it is also a formal ceremony in the family chapel, followed by less formal celebrations - maybe even a party? Some drow version of "sweet sixteen"?

If yes - then most likely during this ceremony it was officially announced that Minthara is to be trained as a soldier in Lolth's service. It was probably one of the most important moments in her life, especially since noble females are typically trained to be priestesses - if they want to pursue a different career, they need their matron mother's permission. House Baenre apparently recognized Minthara's talents early.

Minthara's early training lasted for several decades - until she enrolled into academy.

For more of my drow lore ramblings, feel free to check my pinned post 🕷️

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Wyll Ravengard ❤️‍🔥 Painted this completely unplanned and unexpected portrait last night. I guess the heavy rain traditionally brought me inspiration after all, even though it's now really hard to not read all sound of thunder as explosions. Unfortunately russian attacks on our homes happen more often than thunderstorms. Wonder if this will ever go back to normal. Either way, happy with our handsome boy, excited to do more BG3 art when I have more time between commissions and charity work. If you like my art, consider tipping! MY TIP JARS HERE ❤️‍🩹

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O BRASIL NÃO É PARA AMADORES

us presidential debate this and that. get hit with a steel chair like this candidate in são paulo's mayor debate.