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Extracting Wizard from Stone (Gale x Tav, short fic)

(Note: Check out my previous post for details on my Tav. TLDR: he is a half-elf cleric of the Life Domain, sworn under Kelemvor, named Gaeleath Lhanger.)

The edges of Gaeleath’s lips turned downward. Both he and Shadowheart watched as the apparent “wizard” floundered on the soil after being oh-so-expertly freed from the faulty portal that he, himself, had conjured and proceeded to get stuck in. The two shared a glance, their silent disapproval voiced in a language that needed no words.

“Apologies,” the man started quickly, shooting up to his feet & hurriedly brushing the clinging dust from his vibrant purple robe, “I’m usually better at this.”

Though, as the man regained his composure, a warm smile flashed onto his lips & his hand quickly took up Gaeleath’s as he continued,

“I’m Gale of Waterdeep.”

Reflexively, Gaeleath’s hand recoiled from his grip & disgust furrowed his eyebrows downwards. “Gaeleath,” he responded tersely as he tucked the edges of his glove back beneath his leather bracer.

“Well, whoever you are, I’m glad for your help,” the man continued with unwavering warmth in his tone, “Though, we know each other, right- in a manner of speaking. You were on the nautaloid as well.”

A cold shiver washed down Gaeleath’s spine, the memories of the ordeal flowing with it. “Yes,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on the exposed seams of his timeworn-leather gloves.

There was a moment of stringent, awkward silence.

“I… see you are a man of few words,” Gale chuckled, before clearing his throat, “Well, I’m assuming that you, too, are a recipient of a rather unwelcome insertion in the ocular region.”

Gaeleath’s eyes instantly shot up, his frigid blue eyes imparting a tepid validation alongside a not-so-subtly concealed message that the fumbling man should perhaps tread lightly.

Yet, without hesitation, the wizard returned the intensity, “Easy now, we are not enemies. At least, not at this time,” he bristled, an intensified heat to his words, “I am simply aware that the infection that ails us both will eventually result into our excruciating transformation into mind flayers. It is a process known as ceremorphosis- and I can assure you, we are both on the same page when it comes to our opinions on the matter.

There. Can you trust me now?”

The half-elf stood in place, but dropped his gaze. Gaeleath’s eyes flickered back & forth on the soil, weighing the matter in his mind.

“Y’know, he has right to be cautious,” a voice from behind him interjected; Shadowheart, “We were just kidnapped by a colony of mind flayers. Who’s to say you’re not just another veiled threat meant to trick us?”

The wizard released an exasperated sigh, drawing his hands through his finely trimmed beard, “I assure you, if those creatures wanted to lull you into a false sense of security, they would have a hundred better choices than the likes of myself,” he huffed, “besides, I feel it pertinent to mention that you were the ones to pluck me from the stone.”

The air crackled with intensity; Shadowheart’s fingers dancing on her mace whereas Gale stood tall- though his tightened fist revealed his intent to return fire if necessary (perhaps literally).

“Alright.”

The sudden, low voice drew both sets of eyes to Gaeleath,

“I trust you,” he spoke simply.

Gale's relief was immediate; answering with a sigh, dropped shoulders, and a relaxed smile. Shadowheart, however, retorted with a sharp, humourless laugh, “Just like that?”

“Yes. We require more allies if we are to survive,” the half-elf spoke over his shoulder, his refrained tone reflecting his careful calculation, “especially ones who appear to hold at least some knowledge of our condition.”

“It would be more helpful if he knew how to cure it,” Shadowheart frowned, but conceded her effort.

The newly formed trio then set off towards the ruins of the ship, hoping to pick through some more clues & perhaps encounter more hopeful allies in the process.

(As a little ending note, I'm doing these little interpretations of the cutscenes as a lil treat to myself between uni projects. I'll more than likely post more whenever I get the chance if people are interested!)

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Scrapped Sketches of Gale

I really should try some more meme formats for the companions, the silly stock photos absolutely kill me-

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Gaeleath Lhanger - D&D Character / BG3 Tav

Here's my precious little boy! I made this guy for a wizardry campaign that never really got off the ground, but for some reason he's really stuck with me. He's a cold, outwardly antagonistic half-elf prick with a heart of pure gold.

Also, just to note: I am 100% fine with whichever pronunciation of his name you make up- and I'm sure he wouldn't either!

If you want details of his backstory (that nasty lookin' hand), check below:

Gaeleath Lhanger is a half-elf cleric of the life domain, serving under Kelemvor. Currently, here's around 24-26 years old.

However, when he was younger (~19-20), he was sought after by his close mentor, a priest within his chapel, & informed that his aid was required. His mentor had heard word of a blighted village on the outskirts & rumours of it being a power play from occultists of Talona, with the hopes the plague would slowly creep into the city.

In an instant, Gaeleath agreed, knowing he would both be looked upon favourably by the clergy & the people should he be victorious.

Upon arriving, the duo found that the blight was leagues more twisted & dangerous than either could have predicted. It rotted flesh & ate through bone, turning the poor villagers practically into walking cadavers. The duo worked tirelessly, both in attempting to alleviate the blight & find the occultists behind the outbreak. When they were on the verge of a breakthrough, however, Gaeleath's mentor was murdered.

The Cleric subsequently fell into tempest of outrage, grief, and desperation- and it was in this tempest, that he heard a low, sweet whisper:

"I can bring him back to you..."

With not even a moment of hesitation, Gaeleath agreed. The voice spoke of the preparation for the ritual & Gaeleath busied himself- so much so he missed the brief mention of the cost.

Once the ritual commenced, the corpse began to writhe with new life. The voice commanded the cleric to raise his forearm. Toxic magic sprang from the corpse & entangled his exposed flesh, searing deep & poisoning the muscle, tethering his life force to the newly-risen. Gaeleath cried out in agony, but the magic did not slow it's pace. Only when- in desperation -Gaeleath kicked away one of the ritual conduits did the magic relent.

His left arm now bore deep, toxic scars, following his veins right up to his shoulder. But just as reality was beginning to settle, to his dismay, the corpse before him began to rise.

Gaeleath was berated by the defiled corpse of his once-mentor. Insults & curses spilled from his loose jaw, & the half-elf accepted all of them. The reality of his actions finally settled on him. He finally understood the gravity of what he had just done.

He fled, abandoning the town, his mentor, and the life he once knew. However, despite his lack of prayer, his clerical powers remained- a point that Gaeleath does not question out of fear of retribution.

Now, Gaeleath wanders the land, learning & doing what he can to heal, while maintaining a frigid exterior. And, with each passing day & sleepless night, he is agonisingly aware of his mark; the tether to a living corpse who's whereabouts are entirely unknown.

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Imperialdramon Dragon Mode

Commissioned piece for a friend!

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The Karsus Demon (BG3 Gale FanFic Prompt)

(More Gale brainrot because his stupid wizard has wormed his way into every neuron of my brain)

So, my most favourite movie of all time is Princess Mononoke, especially Prince Ashitaka's relationship to the demonic entity with which he interacts. To explain in brief terms for those that haven't seen it, a prince from thought-to-be-destroyed tribe is stricken by a curse from a demon. This demon once took the form of an impossibly gigantic boar, having been slain in life after being shot by an iron bullet. However, the tormented soul rested not, and it's body transformed into an writhing mass of pestilence. When this mass grasps the prince's forearm, it buries itself deep, inflicting a curse & leaving a large visible patch of rotting flesh in it's place. As the story proceeds with the prince heading westward, an intriguing trend is identified; whenever he experiences intense emotion, his flesh writhes as he temporarily channels the immense power that the boar god once held. Yet, as if in tribute, more of his flesh is sacrificed to the growing rot in return.

I have always adored this concept; so seeing a not-so-subtle scar upon yanking the Waterdeep wizard from the malfunctioning portal in Baldur's Gate 3, I couldn't help but find a reason to draw parallels & imagine a similar situation.

And so, I present to thee the "Karsus Demon". After all, with so much time having passed & so much energy being accrued by the accursed orb Gale carries, it would be interesting to see how that orb could be channelled- in, well, a less explosive manner. After all, Karsus sought this magic in order to make of himself a god, so I can imagine the magical curse seeking a similar end.

So, the design I came up with for this was heavily inspired by Prince Ashitaka's plight, in that with each channelling of the orb sacrifices more & more flesh to the markings. When channelling, I naturally had to mimic the colour the orb takes when Gale consumes magic- assuming this to be the orbs "active" state. Additionally, as this power is demonstrably evil in nature, I used the game's own depictions of demons as inspiration (with large hooked horns & cloaking wings). And, as one final nod to Ashitaka, I had the magical blight follow one arm. I believe, in game, Gale is right-handed, but I like the idea of one hand being the "casting-hand" where magic is concentrated, while the other is the "conduit-hand" where the actual spell is shaped & invoked. (I also drew the art following his left arm, shhh)

I do love the concept that Gale, himself, is not emotionally altered by the situation- still being his jovial, friendly self, with the demon only arising when rage turns his vision red.

I think this concept is super neat, & I might write a piece on it in the future. If anyone else likes it, hey, feel completely free to nick it & do your own spin!

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Someone, anyone, please help extract this stupid wizard man from my brain....

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Gale, the Wizard of Waterdeep

It's MY birthday, so I get to post more brain-rot of MY husband-

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"I'll choose you every time."

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"Care for a dance?"

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"Gone with the Weave"

Piece originally uploaded to my instagram, scottishkitty.arts

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Furry Sketch Commissions

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Quiltsy, the Quilted Liger

Look at my boy. I love him so much. Soft, huggable, and fluffy beyond belief! Bestest boy

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My significant other kinda got me into watching Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. I kinda like Spock....

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Angel Sketch

I’m still thinking of a name for this lovely individual- hopefully something unisex.

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Demon Line Art

I had a little demon character stuck in my head these past few days, so I knew I had to sit down and make him a reality. I have a few ideas for him and his backstory, but nothing concrete as of yet- not even a name! I’m thinking Alimos or Belail...

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Solar System Tattoo Concept

This is a personal tattoo I'm hopefully going to get within the next few months! Initially, I was only planning on getting Jupiter & Saturn on the inner side of my forearm, but I’m genuinely happy that I changed my mind and decided to upsize!

It’s likely to go through a few more revisions before I’m 100% ready to ink it. I suppose that gives me the time to save up the money!

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Flying Pigs Banner from “My Time at Portia”

Apologies for disappearing off the internet for a while there, but I was finally putting in a few hours for my personal project- my Flying Pigs banner! Honestly, I’ve completely 100% fallen in love with My Time At Portia, more than I usually do haha!