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BALDUR’S GATE 3 RP CANON COMPLIANT/DIVERGENT MEME: send in prompts for starters in between “canon events” for us to add our own flavor and further canon development to the game! this list is NOT EXHAUSTIVE, merely a “jumping off point.” if there are other canon events not included here, you can also send those in as well!

ACT ONE.

[ NAUTILOID. ] A starter where our muses awaken on the beach after the nautiloid crashes.

[ ETHEL. ] A starter where our muses are exploring the area around Aunt Ethel’s house.

[ HARPIES. ] A starter where our muses save the tiefling child from the harpies.

[ PICKPOCKET. ] A starter where our muses were pickpocketed by the tiefling kids—and now have to find their stuff.

[ LESSONS. ] A starter where our muses teach the tieflings how to fight, with Wyll.

[ TIEFLING PARTY. ] A starter where our muses approach one another at the tiefling party, to gossip, chat, dance, or hit on each other.

[ BRIDGE. ] A starter where our muses discuss Raphael’s deal.

[ MIZORA. ] A starter where our muses discuss Wyll’s pact—and his transformation.

[ BLOODLESS. ] A starter where one of our muse’s reacts the other being sucked dry by Astarion.

[ DREAM GUARDIAN. ] A starter where our muses react to the Dream Guardian visiting their dreams, and the power of the tadpoles.

[ SPORES. ] A starter where our muses react to the effects of the Myconoid’s gift.

[ SCRYING EYE. ] A starter where our muses are forced to think of a way to shank the scrying eye in the Grymforge.

[ SCRATCH. ] A starter where our muses react to Best Boy coming to camp the first time.

ACT TWO….

[ LAST LIGHT. ] For our muses to rest together at the Last Light Inn.

[ FAIRY. ] For our muses to listen to the moonlight lantern fairy curse their name.

[ SHAR. ] For our muses to complete the Shar puzzles together!

[ NIGHTSONG. ] For our muses to react after Shadowheart saves / does not save the Nightsong!

[ ENGINE. ] For our muses to react to Karlach being able to touch again.

[ FLESH. ] For our muses to explore the guts of Moonlight Towers together.

[ LOVE. ] For our muses to react to Dame Aylin and Isobel being reunited.

[ ORPHAN. ] For our muses to react to Arabella’s tragedy.

[ HIDE N SEEK. ] For our muses to play hide and seek with Thaniel!

ACT THREE. (spoilers under the cut.)

[ CIRCUS ] for a love trial, with more or different questions, and our own answers.

[ REFUGEES ] for our muses to try to help the refugees in some small way, large or small.

[ MANSION. ] for our muses to explore Cazador’s mansion.

[ TENTACLES. ] for our muses reaction to the reveal of the Act 3 Dream Guardian spoilers, and their subsequent request.

[ ELFSONG. ] For our muses to get a drink together and enjoy a good rest for a change.

[ STEEL FOUNDRY. ] for our muses to try to figure out a way into the steel foundry.

and that’s all for now, i may write more later!

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄    (  an  aesthetics  dash  game  based  upon  figures  from  arthurian  legend  )   —   repost ,    do  not  reblog .

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐲   :     midnight rituals.    looming shadows.    the feeling of being watched.    veils of mist.    unrequited love.    the musk of exotic herbs.    silk  &  velvet.   moonlight through twisted branches.    the beauty of a storm.    the weight of destiny  &  prophecy.    a chalice that might be poisoned.    healing hands.

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭   :     a noble heart.   oaths of protection.   a quest for redemption.   heroic deeds.    pine.    fulfilling a role.    shining silver.   quiet fortitude.   selfless  dedication.   a bountiful feast.   war horses.   seeking a greater calling.    fatal mistakes.

𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧   :     whispered incantations.   ethereal light.   ages-old  secrets.   the spark of creation.    ancient disputes.    a hidden sanctuary.   the allure of the unknown.     finding balance between light  &  dark.   opportunism.   fear of unfulfilled potential .

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞   :     the grace of a queen.    jasmine.    unyielding faith.    the blush of a tender moment.    a golden crown.   poetic letters of affection.    the aroma of blooming roses.    the glow of candlelight.   a radiant smile.    lavender.    wise eyes.    eternal love.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫   :     unity,  at whatever cost.    an overwhelming presence.   battle cries.    noble sacrifice.    enduring legacy.    a grand vision for the future.    the balance between justice  &  mercy.

𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐧   :     unwavering loyalty.    strength in humility.    the glow of a warm hearth.   old traditions.    chivalric valor.   a canopy of trees.    wisdom gained from trials.    being one's own worst enemy.   bearing a heavy conscience.    a sense of duty to protect the innocent.    hooves on a woodland path.    the scent of leather  &  steel.

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Mol'lara tilted her head slightly, her white hair catching the sunlight in a way that contrasted sharply with her periwinkle skin. Her mismatched eyes, one red and one black, regarded the man with a mix of curiosity and wariness. She had grown accustomed to the stares and whispers of townsfolk, but the sight of another outcast piqued her interest. An outcast, one so humanoid, was likely to mean trouble. Humans were usually so respected and so revered, after all. Though, Mol'lara was quite the misadventurer, wnd quite enjoyed the company of the outcasts and feared.

"Evening, sir. You have a keen eye, though I don't find myself visiting the Underdark too often these days either. It's such a dreary place." Her voice was smooth and steady as she spoke; just a hint of the drowic accent lingering beneath the surface, "I'm here on business, just as you seem to be."

She glanced back at the contract board, noting the details of the various monster problems. There were posters of missing people, some where presumably unfortunate bystanders but some were young folk chasing the dream and glory of monster hunting and city saving. "These people are as welcoming as a nest of vipers, but their problems are just as venomous." Mol'lara turned her body to fully face the man as she spoke again.

She took in his full, rugged appearance. This was obviously someone who lived as dangerously as she did, or perhaps even more dangerous. The thought of that enticed Mol'lara, she was ever the thrill seeker. But, his appearance was not quite what Mol'lara was looking at. There were other adventurers in the small town, some looked arguably more scary than this handsome stranger. Yet, they avoided him as they avoided her.

"Why are they so afraid of you?" Mol'lara tilted her head to the side as she asked the question, her arms crossing over her chest.

The Witcher stood relaxedly before the town's contract bulletin board, looking over the parchment and the details, along with the offered rewards. Seemed the neighboring woods had a good deal of local monster activity the town's folk wanted dealt with, before it spread further. Though they currently avoided him like he had the plague, keeping their distance and murmuring about him to one another. Not knowing through his enhanced senses he could hear every word from them, every insult and fearful observation. Maybe they were more content with the monsters for company... but it didn't seem like they were liable to try to drive him out of town... at least not yet. He would make what coin he could from the contracts and move on quickly, before they worked up the nerve to try. Even so, whether they liked him or not, based on the jobs, better a professional like him handle the contracts instead of some wannabe monster slayer, mercenary, bounty hunter or arrogant knight. Though those sort were probably the type of hunters they deserved.

He didn't expect the locals would be able to prove a threat to him, but remained on his guard all the same. He hadn't lived on the Path as long as he had by underestimating even the most seemingly humble of folk. It was then he became aware of another figure not far away, catching a scent and hearing a heartbeat... and he looked away from the board and to the source, studying the being. A white haired Drow beauty out in the sunlight of the surface... not a common sight, in these parts of the world. Almost as uncommon as the sight of him. There were some whispers from the town's folk about her as well. She didn't seem to be keeping her distance from him either, like most of them were. No reason he had to be rude to her, as the rest of the folk were liable to be. Wouldn't hurt to talk to somebody in a village or town for a change outside of those he had to interact with for his work. The mutant inclined his head and greeted her politely, viper eyes looking her over as his deep, calm voice washed over her, marred features smiling faintly.

"Evening, lady. Don't meet many Drow outside the Underdark. Haven't been there in awhile. Got business around here, like me, or just passing through? Ain't the most receptive town I've ever been in. Even by my standards."

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๋࣭ ⭑𓆩✧𓆪🗡ྀ࿔ 〖 stories and songs . . . 〗 a collection of sentence starters inspired by various codex entries from the dragon age rpg series. some prompts usfw. adjust details as necessary.

the wind that stirs their shallow graves carries their song.

heed our words, hear our cry.

oh, fair damsel of the garden!

surely your work is far too vital to be interrupted by one like me.

i was a fool to pluck that flower.

you are not a man known for your honor.

you allowed me to live once, and so now i do the same for you.

i am humbled by your words.

but some things cannot be repent.

there is something in here with us.

death is certain, either way.

you have been my rock and my shield.

strike true, do not waver. and let not your prey suffer.

as the sapling bends, so must you.

you are lost, and soon you will fade.

go forth and claim the empty throne of heaven.

you have brought doom upon the world.

magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him.

they shall find no rest in this world or beyond.

there is but one truth.

all things in this world are finite.

each night in dreams you may always remember me.

the light shall lead you safely.

i am but your faithful servant.

if blood must be shed and used, so be it.

step away from this folly, before it consumes us all.

i long to dance with you beneath the moonlight.

do not despair. for it is not you, it is of me.

my most heartfelt apologies for the ripped bodice.

such depravity i have never been forced to suffer!

let them hunt, and dread finding me.

truth will hold you for that is what truth does.

i shouldn't have doubted your resolve.

please accept my humble apologies.

in truth, it is i who has been most vulnerable.

the seals are already weakening.

it must be protected at all costs.

of unknown metal and magic keen, a finer blade there's never been.

any army is only as good as its equipment.

blessed by the vine in spring, i shall not fear the winter's sting.

only fools ignore the history of the ground they walk and the people they meet.

i could use an extra pair of eyes to keep watch at night.

i hope they found peace.

blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.

in blood, my will is written.

we are forever in your graces.

the oath you have taken is all but broken.

can you be forgiven when the cold grave has come?

once we raised up our chalice in victory.

why change the past when you can own this day?

the wolves are our allies.

always keep an eye out for the noble owl.

nothing burns like the first cup.

gallows master, hold they hand. hold it back awhile.

look away, look into the sun.

you know we all are dying.

alas, i cannot stay.

we'll beat down the bastard, and then we'll get plastered!

what of the old secrets the burn in our hearts?

now we pray for a dawn that will never arrive.

but it is our blood he seeks.

you will realize the smiles are false, and behind them lies revenge.

for all your fancy intrigue, you have spent your life creating nothing of worth.

it moves on without you, uncaring.

who could bear the weight of a people destroyed by his hand?

what was your vision of our purpose?

so buy the lads a round.

i'm ashore for the night and seeking company.

i'd still rather die.

why be what i am when i can be more?

have you threatened to cut out anyone's tongue today?

for have i not grown in skill and measure?

binding a demon of higher power is dangerous...

let it be my choice to have served and died.

i'm not staying to watch you die like a fool.

the undead you have been fighting are people i killed with my own hands.

here is my soul, trapped in a cage of bone.

turn around, face the shadows. don't blink.

just going to lie here for a while.

chopping off their heads should do the trick.

i am empty, filled with nothing.

arrogance becomes our end.

i'm here to die. but i won't go quietly.

i don't want to die like this.

cry for the past; only there does glory dwell.

so the forest grows, a reflection of our might.

mourn the past and all that was left there.

mastery of the self is mastery of the world.

suffering is choice and we can refuse it.

pride disguises itself in its surety.

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STAR WARS: EPISODE I - THE PHANTOM MENACE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 1999 film, adjust as necessary

you can't stop change any more than you can stop the suns from setting.

i can only protect you. i cannot fight a war for you.

you almost got us killed!

the ability to speak does not make you intelligent.

are you sure about this?

i want that treaty signed.

it's impossible to locate the ship.

he will find your lost ship.

this is getting out of hand. now there are two of them.

may the force be with you.

at last we will have revenge.

they will be no match for you.

i will not condone a course of action that will lead us to war.

wipe them out. all of them.

i beg your pardon, but what do you mean "naked?"

are you an angel?

they're the most beautiful creatures in the universe.

you're a funny little boy.

how do you know so much?

i listen to all the traders and star pilots who come through here.

you're a jedi knight, aren't you?

[name] says i should be mindful of the future.

be mindful of your feelings.

my place is here. my future is here.

tell them we wish to board at once.

i can't explain what happened.

there is no civility, only politics.

keep your concentration here and now, where it belongs.

this is your arena. i feel i must return to mine.

my fate will be no different to that of our people.

if we do not act quickly, all will be lost forever.

we are your humble servants. our fate is in your hands.

greed can be a very powerful ally.

what has that got to do with anything?

i sense much fear in you.

there's always a bigger fish.

no one can kill a jedi.

remember, concentrate on the moment.

feel, don't think. trust your instincts.

you said that the biggest problem in the universe is no one helps each other.

remember: your focus determines your reality.

why do i get the feeling that we've picked up another pathetic life form?

which one was destroyed, the master or the apprentice?

i'm a pilot, you know.

someday i'm going to fly away from this place.

i need something more real.

i don't have anything else.

no money, no parts, no deal!

they all sense it, why can't you?

don't do that again.

will i ever see you again?

what does your heart tell you?

i will come back and free you. i promise.

be brave and don't look back.

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“ still me, despite everything. ”

before. → during. → after.

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“ you can never return home , stormbringer . ”

[ RUMUNASIN ] independent, semi selective, literate novella, forgotten realms / d&d / bg3 based, mature themes, MOL’LARA MIZZRYM !

a study in : leashing the storm within, a loveless mother, creating your own family, devouring your oppressors, defying fate, self fulfilling prophecies, being the chosen one.

direwarg : penned by daphne, 21 + | mdni, she/they, multi muse insta ( longclawed ), mol'lara insta ( rumunasin ), discord ( direwolved ), full information regarding mol'lara below the cut ( until i make her a carrd )

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ˖ ⠀⁄ ݁ ⠀ DESIGNATION

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀birth name : mol’lara mizzrym

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀preferred name : lara

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀nickname(s) : stormbringer ; slayer

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀pronouns : she / her

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀titles : storm sorcerer

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ˖ ⠀⁄ ݁ ⠀ PHYSICAL DATA

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀age / clockwork : 25 years old

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀stature : 5'0 ft | 152 cm

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀physique : thin, muscular

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀complexion : pale blue

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ethnicity : seldarine drow

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀nationality : underdark

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀tongues spoken : drowic | common tongue | undercommon | silent tongue

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ˖ ⠀⁄ ݁ ⠀ PERSONAL DATA

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀morality : true neutral

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀mbti : intp ( logistician )

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀enneagram : 9w8

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀positive traits : persuasive, charming, assertive, intelligent, investigative, dedicated, thorough, confident, adventurous, witty

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀negative traits : insensitive, disconnected, impatient, harsh, blunt, manipulative, intimidating, tempermental, bossy, cocky, mischievous, pretentious, reckless, misandrist,

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀neutral traits : curious, analytical, persistent, cunning, bold, sarcastic, fierce, tough,

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ˖ ⠀⁄ ݁ ⠀ RELATIONS

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀mother : akor’vrae mizzrym

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀father : unnamed male

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀patron god : n/a

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀significant other : n/a

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀companions : n/a

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀enemies : lolth-sworn drows ; absolutists

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀others : n/a

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ˖ ⠀⁄ ݁ ⠀ STATS ( LVL 1 )

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀strength : 8

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀dexterity : 13

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀constitution : 15

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀intelligence : 12

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀wisdom : 10

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀charisma : 17

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ˖ ⠀⁄ ݁ ⠀BACKSTORY

MARKED AT BIRTH, CURSED WITH THE WRONG AMBITION. [ ¹ ] - * within drow society, it is ( eat or be eaten ). the strongest, smartest, most powerful thrive ; the weaker are lucky to just survive. this is especially true within lothite centered societies our dear protagonist ( LARA ) had the misfortune of being born into such society. [ ² ] --- * in the year 1468, a name was whispered into the world ( MOĽLARA MIZZRYM ). an odd looking creature, even for the underdark. especially for the high society. pale blue skin, a shimmer of white hair, one bright red eye ( and ) ... one blackened eye, one dark birth mark stretching across said eye. her mother, akor'vrae , had tried to end the childs inevitable suffering but, with every attempt, something ... ( strange ? ) would happen. lightning would pulsate from the babe, thunder from somewhere would shake the caverns. thunder, in a place with no atmosphere? MOL ’ LARA would live, she would thrive. akor'vrae would ensure it ; her daughter, her heir, was special. marked at birth for greatness, the all-powerful lolth had blessed her. [ ³ ] --- * mol'lara had no father, and her mother did not raise her. it was the servants who saw that the child grew, not that they done it out of the goodness of their hearts. akor'vrae paid the drow fairly ; as fairly as a high-born drow could be expected to be. by all means, mol'lara should have excelled. she was highly intelligent, her mother was a high priestess of lolth, and (ignore the / hideous / birth mark ) moľlara was beautiful. [ ⁴ ]_-- * nearly every night, mol'laras dreams were haunted. a figure whose face not could not ( *see* ) came to her. he whispered to her, said that she was far too powerful to spend her life in the dark. he taught her things that drow did not believe in ; he taught her goodness, he showed her the light. mol'lara wondered if he was her father. [ ⁵ ] -- * mol'lara asked her mother once ( & only once ) about her father. her mother was a woman of few words, and those few words tended to lean towards petty insults, but when mol'lara asked about her father, akor'vrae's red eyes alit with anger. the staff immediately cleared the room. akor'vrae said only one thing : "your father is dead and never mentioned him again, or there will be consequences." [ ⁶ ]---- * “ STORMBRINGER ; you bring thunder and shame where it does not belong." by now, mol'lara was 25 years old. very young for a drow, but old enough to ( know better ). it was time for her oath ; time to swear herself to lolth. her entire life was leading to this moment. her eventually servitude for the spider queen had been mol'lara's only saving grace. her powers were unnatural, and uncontrollable. her face was scarred. yet, akor'vrae insisted that lolth would guide her only daughter. the people believed her (* or so they said *). but, mol'lara had no interest in lolth. mol'lara was not a cruel being ; she was almost ( kind ). so, therefore, she was ( *weak* ) mol'lara was unsure of where this unseemly weakness came from; but it plagued her. her dreamscape visitor had cursed her, and now it was time to reap what one sows. [ ⁷ ] ---= * being shunned from society is a scary thing ; even worse was being shunned in a place as dark and scary as the underdark. mol'lara left with nothing but a set of clothes, an empty backpack, and a dagger that she had stole from her own mother. all that akor'vrae had only one thing to say: “ you can never return home, stormbringer. ” had not even said her name ; which akor'vrae had always said was beautiful. and so mol'lara ( STORMBRINGER ) had left. she cut off her long, intricate braid ; left the hair on her mother's pillow. a warning ? an omen ? who knew. the only reason mol'lara had been free to walk was not out of mercy, but rather a fear of the unknown. the people feared she would curse them all; perhaps she would tear down the city with her demon powers. [ ⁸ ] ----- mol'lara was dead; lara was born.