#(some of the tieflings from the grove were part of said refugees so they unfortunately did once again play the part of the hero)

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Tav Origins

So, I'm curious. What origins have ya'll made up for your Tav's in BG3? Cause if you're anything like me you constructed elaborate fucking backstories for those bitches.

I'd really like to know 'em! Reblog this post with yours!

And, as a show of good faith, here's mine.

First off, my Tav's name is Invi. He's a Tiefling Paladin, Oath of the Ancients, and how he came to be a member of that order is a bit of a story!

So, Invi was once an urchin living on the streets of Baldur's Gate. His family had been displaced by a greedy slumlord and his parents had died of the plague, leaving Invi all alone. Invi turned to thieving to avoid starving, but by all accounts he wasn't very good at it, escaping by luck more than skill.

But one day, Invi's luck ran out. He pickpocketed what looked like a wealthy man and was caught by the watch, who dragged him back tot he man for judgement. Turns out the man in question was a Paladin of Tyr, Sworn to the Oath of the Ancients.

Desperate, Invi lied, saying the man had given him the money. The guards didn't believe him, but when they asked, the Paladin looked at Invi for a good long while and said: "Of course! But, my young friend, you left so quickly! Did you forget I gave you this as well?"

And the Paladin gave him the Golden Ring on his finger, carved with the symbol of his order. The Paladin, named Cirion, bid the gards leave, and walked Invi to a safer place. There, Cirion said, "Now you be careful now boy. And if you're ever in need, let that ring guide you. And it may do far more than that."

Invi went on his way. He used the money, but he never dared part with the ring. He puzzled and puzzled over Cirion's words. Eventually it became too much for Invi, and he sought Cirion again, seeking answers for his strange behavior.

Invi tracked down the Temple of Tyr and showed the ring to the Paladin guarding it he was let in with a smile. Unfortunately, Cirion was away, but the Paladins were more than happy to allow him to stay.

So, Invi stayed, waiting for Cirion to return. But as the days turned to weeks, the Paladins offered him things other than food and board. They offered to show him sword work. How to sew and cook and other things. Before long, Inni felt at home there, terrified it would end when Cirion returned.

And return Cirion did. His cloak dusty from the road, his sword well-used from hunting demons, Invi was brought before him, and Invi asked his question.

"Why did you give me this ring?"

"You were a child in need, I believed you needed it more than me."

"I could not sell it. And it... it brought me here."

"Just as it brought me here, all those years ago."

And so Invi became Cirion's apprentice. He trained and grew and learned. He laughed freely. He brought aid to his fellow urchins, the ones he'd grown up with, providing them aid and succor and pulling them out of the streets when he could. The order was more than happy to provide. Gold, after all, is useless when hoarded like a dragon.

And on the day Invi took his Oaths and became a Paladin in full, he embraced the now old and worn Cirion and called him father, and never had either man felt more love and pride than they did in that moment.

And, years later, a Mind Flayer Tadpole in his brain and the gaze of a False God upon him, Invi is in The Grove, trying desperately to save the refugees there. When, in the midst of it, he's robbed by a pack of young tieflings.

Invi catches them, of course, he still remembers the old tricks. Some are annoyed, others are unrepentant, but the girl, Silfy, crying in shame and fear, that he sees something... familiar in.

Invi smiles, consoles her, and presses a familiar ring into her hand.

[ruinouss]

Plotted starter for @faerunscursed

The feeling of constantly being watched haunted her since entering the grove and only intensified when she made her way to where the druids were performing their ritual. Faye had assisted a few of them earlier, allowing her temporary access to their area, and quickly learned she was not a fan of Halsin's stand-in Kagha. While the bad bitch attitude never really bothered her there was something about the druid and the whole ceremony that rubbed her the wrong. She didn't know Halsin but from what the others had mentioned about him she couldn't imagine he'd approve. So, it was easy to imagine there was something else going on. Heroics didn't inspire her to uncover the truth but simple curiosity. A commotion had started outside, allowing Faye to slip inside the druid's cave unnoticed.

Entering didn't help ease the feeling of being watched and only seemed to worsen. The walls felt as if they were breathing around her with natural magic. Plants snaked their way along parts of the wall, dancing and whispering with the slightest airflow change. She slipped into the shadows as more of the druids left to see what the refugees had done to cause an upset. Unnoticed, she was able to find her way to Kagha's desk and read over the rite of thorns. A knot formed in her guts as she set it aside and continued searching for something else to satisfy her.

It was when she was about to leave the chamber that she noticed a ledge and what could be a convenient hiding place. Surprisingly perceptive, Faye quickly learned that the spot behind the bookcase had been hiding something. The plants in the room almost went completely still as she knelt down in front of it. She ignored how uneasy she felt picking the lock and continued until the beautiful click revealed it was now open. Inside she found a letter, showing a meeting location that would be happening soon.

"Well, well, well," Faye grinned, "I do wonder what this is about." Shutting the chest, she peeked around cautiously ensured no one was around before slipping from behind the bookshelf and heading toward the exit.

Unfortunately for her, as she approached the main chamber she stumbled across some bizarre trial. Faye stood far enough away she couldn't hear exactly what was being said but could see a young Tiefling rooted to the spot with Kagha and another druid on one side and an oddly familiar man — no, he had devil horns and a tail — standing on the other side of her. A particularly venomous viper was poised near the girl, ready to strike the girl at its master's command.

Faye watched as the devil defended the girl and eventually got Kagha to back down, her viper relaxing and slithering to its owner as the Tiefling ran off. As Kagha turned, her eyes narrowed at Faye but no words were exchanged as she left the area.

"Hells, thought she'd let the snake bite her, you must've made a damn good deal with her," Faye said, approaching who she believed was a devil. But, he was so damn familiar for some reason, and as far as she remember she hadn't tangled with any demons in some time. "Do I know you?" She blurted out without a second thought, eyes narrowing as she stared relentlessly, trying to figure out how she knew him.