#Archfey Warlock Durge

[tidal-storm]

Haha made another Durge! He’s an Arch fey human warlock! (I swear I’ll finish this one)

So basically me own backstory for this Durge was the he used to be a pretty formidable fighter before the memory loss but when he was taken as an experiment under moonrise (not sure what happened there canonically) he only survived since they Fey took an interest in him.

After all who wouldn’t be interested in a Bhallspawn? And basically they also helped with the memory loss and when he was taken to the nautiloid they allowed him to keep some of there powers so they could watch and be entertained.

[taki-yaki]

The Chains That Bind Us

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader/Tav Word Count:785 Part 2

After refusing the ascendant's gift of immortality, he seeks to keep you bound to him, even if a pact has to be made to do so. (Tw: Minor mention of blood, unwilling one-sided contract?)

As promised here is more in-depth writing about Tav becoming an undead warlock with A!Astarion as the patron.

For the Tav in this, they are already a warlock with an Archfey but you can insert whichever patron you see fit.

After you parted ways from the vampire ascend, after the defeat of the nether-brain, you thought that was the last you'd hear of him. You refused his "gift" of immortality in exchange for keeping your humanity.

Until one day you returned for a reunion party with your companions at Baldur's gate to be hosted by the vampire lord in his palace. 

5 years have passed since then, surely he wouldn't have any lingering feelings for you after so long, he said that he already had everything he wanted when you left him.

Upon arriving at the palace, Astarion takes you aside to discuss about some politics with you.

Accepting his offer naively thinking that you were nothing more than old comrades nowadays despite your past.

Entering the small office space, you see a large pile of papers sitting on the centre table, they give off a necrotic aura, and the quick glace makes you think it's a contract with Mephistopheles.

He points towards the papers, an offer, a way to be with him still, staying as a mortal and allowing you to still venture around Faerun. Be finally free from the mischief that your fey patron causes you in day-to-day life. Refuse and it will be the last you ever see of your companions.

A simple offer he's sure that you can't refuse and he knows. Either walk away now and betray your companions or accept being forced to give up your old contract and accept the whims of your new patron.

Frantically flicking through the pages of the contract, looking for any sort of technicality in the binding that can be used to your advantage is useless. Every single possible loophole or trick has been closed off to you. 

Devastation fills you, but you shouldn't feel surprised, after all, he was a magistrate over two centuries ago. Such legally binding faults must be accounted for at all costs.

 Leaving you with only one choice, you sign the contract, your name written in blood upon the rotting paper.

As you feel the last soft fey giggle in the distance fade away from you, the sudden emptiness is felt before the power of necrotic magic wraps around you, in body and soul, bound to your new patron as the contract demands.

He treats you well within his palace, a whole personal suite to yourself and serves only the finest food that the whole of Faerun has to offer. But why would a vampire ascendant want to make a pact with a mortal in the first place?

 A vampire lord can't start a war with another so easily, besides it just gives them a bad publicity image. So why not send the hero of Baldur's gate to kill them, no one would bother to think twice as much.

Most tasks given by him are either to scout on the local gossip of high nobles in the city or to destroy any minor uprisings against the vampire lord, whether it is a few monster hunters to stray vampire spawn, they must be rid of at any cost, in fear of what the punishment would be for disobeying.

The power that a vampire ascend can offer to a warlock is far greater than that of a lord.

Manifesting the ascendant's dreadful power through your form of dread, not only makes you immune to being frightened so easily but changes slight parts of your physical body undergoes temporary transformation. Once dull canines now sharp enough to bite your tongue out, nails that could claw through any foe, sharp and ready to strike. You swear that your eyes glow in a deep shade of red.

Although this transformation makes you wince in pain the first few times, after a while you adjust to it reluctantly.

As your pact grows stronger with him, you start to notice small changes on your body. 

The touch of the sun is no longer a gentle glow that rests on your skin, but now carries a light sting on your flesh. It never leaves a mark but the pain lingers. 

The slight of blood makes your mouth water, thoughts running wild of what type of flavour each one would bring, but never giving in to the impulsion.

Glances of your reflection in the mirror would never be solid, always dancing between the fine lines of translucently.

You know keep down that you can't kill him yourself, as the contract stated "Should thou harm thou pact owner, shall be made into spawn". As if the bond isn't having that effect on you already. A slow but manageable pain.

All you can hope is that one day someone will rise up and finally free you from these chains.

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Hope you guys liked this, I still have a few extra ideas that I couldn't put here cause this post would be a lot longer. But if you guys want a part 2, I'll be happy to serve.

[ellekhen]

Hand, Hearth, and Home

Chapter 73 - Awaken and Rest

Chapter Summary: The party reunites for a desperately-needed rest.

Pairing(s): Astarion x Male Tav (Main); Past OC x Male Tav Rating: Explicit Length: 373K+ words; Chapters 73/?? (Master Post)

Excerpt below:

When Church comes to, he finds the world frozen in time.

And then he sees her.

The Raven Queen stands there — watching him from behind an unblinking, haunted-looking Astarion. She appraises them both, tilting the pale mask of her head. Her many eyes wink as her feathers flutter in a nonexistent wind.

“Oh Church…” the Raven Queen murmurs sadly. “See how easily he overwhelms you?”

“Stay away from him!” Church snarls at her. 

The Raven Queen sighs, gesturing down at the vampire spawn. 

“All it took was exterminating one undead — one suffering soul — and you would have had my protection until the day you died… and beyond. Your shadow never would have bested you.”

Her mask drifts lower as her wings flex. 

“It is not too late for you to win back my favor.”

Church stares at her incredulously, and he almost wants to laugh at the ludicrousness of her proposal.

“I don’t want your protection,” he spits. “I don’t want your lies, and I won’t hurt him.”

“Oh?”

The Raven Queen’s feathery body grows longer, more monstrous as she stretches forth to crawl over to him. But the tiefling stares as steadily as he can as her mask studies him closely, even though every cell of his body screams to turn and hide away. 

“You saw what became of you without my protection. Is this your final decision?” she asks him softly. Dangerously. 

“I won’t vow to destroy the undead,” Church says evenly. “Not for you. Not even for my own soul.” 

“Your mind could die. Your soul could sunder. Is that what you wish?”

Church huffs a bitter laugh.

“Well, you said ‘could,’” he mutters. “Does that mean I have a chance after all?”

The Raven Queen laughs — as if taken aback.

“There is always a chance, however small,” she muses. “But embracing that chance also means embracing the far greater possibility of endless suffering and death.”

Church stares and stares at the frozen Astarion, wishing he had time to help him understand…

“I don’t want to die,” he croaks. “But I want him to live more.”

“Even if his life will bring more death and damnation? Not only to you, but to many, many others?”

Church closes his eyes for a moment. He can still smell the foul blood and viscera caked into his clothing by whatever transpired during his sleep. 

“…yes,” he whispers.

The Raven Queen’s mask looms over him, studying him closely. 

And then she giggles. 

“How delightful,” she murmurs. “How curious. How deeply…” she takes a deep, shuddering breath as she retreats back into her smaller form. “How… horrible,” she says, voice distant, “Oh. I see your path before you — the turns in the road manifesting like newborn stars. You poor things…”

Church frowns at her. 

“What are you—?”

“Where one door closes… another opens,” the Raven Queen lilts. “I still see tragedy in your futures. Such sweet, sweet tragedy. But, oh! It is ever-shifting. Yes, so many possibilities are ripe for the picking…”

Church swallows, his mouth dry. 

“You intrigue me, child,” the Raven Queen declares, amused. “I will keep my eyes on you both. I will send my witnesses. They know your names.”

“Just leave him alone!” Church beseeches her. “Leave us alone.”

“Fret not, child. No pact will be made today… by your choice alone,” she says softly. “But the offer still stands, for as long as you are capable of making that choice. And that choice will linger there beside you — your destiny. Your doom.”

Church reminds himself to breathe. 

“So what happens now?” he asks her, voice cracking. “Is my soul lost? Is that the tragedy?”

The Raven Queen hums dubiously. 

“I see the potential for a tragedy far more delicious… provided you survive this one. You will have a short reprieve when you wake,” she says enigmatically. “What you will do with it, I do not know. Not yet. You will play your part, and my children will watch. Whether it’s tomorrow or a hundred years from now, we will be waiting for you. 

“And then, when all has come to pass, I will see your face in the Fortress of Memories, my child. And when that happens…” she summons the silver orbs of Astarion’s memories once again, smiling at them. “...you may collect what was lost.”

Without further ado, she disappears in a flurry of wings.

Church slumps back to the ground, his consciousness fading as time begins to pass once more. 

Without the protection of any entities, it’s only a matter of time before the shadows will claim him again. 

Well. 

He won’t spend it waiting for that to happen.

[hobbithoes]

guys I know I’m annoying but should I keep her durge or restart with her as a tav 😭

[speed-demon-doodler]

Pre-game events, Durge storyline and how it deviated (completely crashing it) from Tav's

(and at last some actual Durge Kore, yay!)

(cartoony blood under the cut🔻)

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bonus: freshly out of the pact (hence new goth looks) warlock tiefling kid

re: the "Original Patron" from Tav's run gets new agents by "retiring" the old ones, blood is needed (killed quickly with the cerimonial knife is better, but they make do). the retired ones become immortal observers AND advisors to the new warlocks. yay!

[technicolor-rhapsody]

I can't get the idea of a faerie/fae Dark Urge out of my mind. Like she's Bhaal's little insect faerie princess (who may or may not also be of a bloodline descended from an arch fey like Mab or Oona), that one minute was causing chaos in the feywilds and the next got drawn into the material plane. Sure she's an absolute murder gremlin but she also steals names, eats dreams, harvests teeth to turn to gold, mentally fucks with most people, constantly playing with magic. She looks somewhat normal (elven, light pink skin, an abundance of freckles some looking star shaped, pink hair, and tiefling like eyes; black scalera with purple irises) yet when at times you look upon her shadow there's wings upon her silhouette. And then at some point the glamour slips revealing an extra set of eyes and arms as well as a pair of iridescent butterfly-like wings.

Idk. I've already named her Ithaca and in some ways I've modeled her after traditional faeries with a weird hint of orchid mantis vibes. Just a sparkly girl that was dropping bodies like sheep in the feywilds before getting lured to Faerun. Everything is a game and her brand of fun can either been comical or downright deadly. And being fae there's the aspects of deception and being alluring/charming to boot.

I still haven't decided if she would embrace her legacy of bhaalspawn or reject it. Maybe the latter because it just gets to a point of being no fun anymore

[vyncentevelyn]

This is kinda what I imagine Iseult’s and Isolde’s patron would look like.

Her name is Mohn and she is an archfey of Tasha’s court.

[spacebarbarianweird]

Astarion Headcanons

Masterlist

Inbox is open for requests.

General Headcanons

Settling Down together after the game events

Bigger Tav x Astarion

Nightmares

Astarion makes a wedding dress for Tav

Astarion having sensitive ears

Dancing Headcanon

Ressurected Astarion Part 1

Ressurected Astarion Part 2

Astarion's twin brother

Widower Astarion

Tav is a cat owner

Astarion Can Purr Headcanons

Astarion x Big-Breasted Tav

Astarion and you are going to the Lliira's Night Festival

Astarion Pre-vampirism HCs

Astariox x Big\Soft tummied Tav

Taking care of their sick partner

Unromanced Astarion

SA victim Tav

M!Tav CSA victim

Dadstarion Headcanons

Boy Dad Astarion

Pregnant Tav

Astarion has a kid with Gnome!Tav

Astarion's half-elf daughter

Batstarion Headcanons

Batstarion

Batstarion is learning how to fly

Giving bath to Batstarion

NSFW Headcanons

Astarion x Big-Breasted Tav NSFW

Astarion x Small-Breasted Tav NSFW

Bigger Tav x Astarion NSFW

Batstarion Naughty Headcanons

Astarion x Tiefling!Tav (NSFW)

Astarion x Wizard!Tav NSFW

Astarion x Rogue!Tav NSFW

Astarion x Drow!Tav NSFW

Astarion x Changeling!Tav NSFW

Astarion x f!Gnome!Tav NSFW

Astarion x Tav With Health Related Conditions

Astarion x Autistic!Tav

Astarion x Blind!Tav

Astarion x Chronic Pain!Tav

Astarion x Mute Tav

Astarion x Tav Who Has to Cover Her Face

Astarion x Depressed!Tav

Astarion x Anxiety Disorder!Tav

Astarion x Chronically ill !Tav

Astarion x Deaf!Tav

Tiefling Tav with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome Astarion x Tav with Raunaud Syndrome

Astarion x Tav with Auditory Processing Disorder

Astarion x Custom Race!Tav Headcanons

Astarion x Tiefling!Tav

Astarion x Mephistopheles!Tiefling!Tav

Astarion x Dragonborn!Tav

Astarion x High Elf! Tav

Astarion x Gnome!Tav

Astarion x Dhampir!Tav

Astarion x f!Drow!Tav

Astarion x m!Drow!Tav

Astarion x Drider!Tav

Astarion x Half-Orc!Tav

Astarion x Wood Elf!Tav

Astarion x Curvy F!Human Tav

Astarion x Werewolf!Tav

Astarion x Changeling!Tav p.1

Astarion x Changeling!Tav p.2

Astarion x Changeling!Tav p.3

Astarion x Protector Aasimar!Tav

Astarion x Scourge Aasiamar!Tav

Astarion x Fallen Aasimar!Tav

Astarion x Eladrin!Tav

Astarion x Gur!Tav

Astarion x Fire Genasi Tav

Astarion x Gith!Tav

Astarion x Custom Class!Tav Headcanons

Astarion x Barbarian!Tav

Astarion x Wizard!Tav

Astarion x Bard!Tav

Astarion x Druid!Tav

Astarion x Spore Circle Druid!Tav

Astarion x Ranger!Tav

Astarion x Drakewarden!Tav (Ranger subclass)

Astarion x Cleric of Selûne! Tav

Astarion x Cleric of Latander!Tav

Astarion x Cleric of Bahamuth!Tav

Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Astarion x Monk!Tav

Astarion x Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer!Tav

Astarion x Shadow Sorcerer!Tav

Astarion x Blood Hunter!Tav

Astarion x Archfey Warlock!Tav (Patron Niitra Siotta)

Astarion x The Great Old One Warlock!Tav (Patron Zargon)

Astarion x Fighter!Tav

Astarion x Paladin of Ilmater!Tav

Astarion x Artificer!Tav

Astarion x Custom Background!Tav Headcanons

Astarion x Noble!Tav

Astarion x Noble Elf!Tav

Astarion x Pirate!Tav

Astarion x Feylost!Tav

Astarion x Durge

Astarion x Redeemed Durge

Astarion x Evil Durge

[birmit]

really need a distraction rn sooo- here's Avis, my BG3 durge / tiefling archfey warlock

ask

[kakibot]

Tav art dump incoming!

Pei-Jee, inspired by my huge ass crush on Scottish National Orchestra's principal cello, this is completely normal and I am sure the real life cellist would not have any issues knowing I picked him to represent my first go at a (resist) durge run.

Wizard, Astarion romancer, dimples, happy to see beloved NPCs walk out and right into death's arms. No man is an island but this elf for sure is. (Astarion is allowed to sit on this island >.>)

Jindra, my first Tav, they/them representation of my own dream physical form. Fey Warlock, with a very benevolent albeit chaotic archfey patron who looks like Cody Fern because I say so.

Intrigued by the wizard man's smart words and completely lost in his full blast of romantic dedication. Abused orphan background in dire need of unconditional, caring love.

Antonin, a BG3 variant of my current D&D character! A slavic mythology inspired water spirit druid so of course he ended up with the one character who can't swim.

A very good boy, loves tiefling kids even when they pickpocket him. His theme song is "Nature Boy".

[bladesandbhaalspawn]

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Imrae Starsblood

[origin characters | other companions | npcs | tavs | durges]

for @concertconfetti

pronouns: he/him

Tav/Durge: Durge

race: half-elf [selandrine drow]

class: warlock [archfey]

romance: Astarion & Halsin 🧡

want your own? here's the info!

[ellekhen]

Hand, Hearth, and Home

Chapter 69 - A Hand to Hold

Chapter Summary: As he proves to be a troublesome prey, Church's dream attempts to ensnare him in the sweetest, most poisonous trap. Shadowheart begins her trials for the Gauntlet of Shar. Church meets a beautiful stranger.

Pairing(s): Astarion x Male Tav (Main); Past OC x Male Tav Rating: Explicit Length: 358K+ words; Chapters 69/?? (Master Post)

Excerpt below:

The sun has gone down by the time Church makes it back into the city, but lights cast the roads in warm, flickering light. It is still early enough in the evening that the streets continue to bustle with crowds, especially with a festival in the square.

On stage, Church spots his friend — the bard D’vana — as resplendent as ever as she performs and dances beneath the glittering lights of her cantrips. Her music floats through the city long before he sees her.

He is tempted to take a pause and watch, drinking in the sweet, lilting music… but he needs to focus. Amid these crowds, his heart looks for one person. There are a myriad of humanoids with white and silver hair of all textures and lengths — it would be impossible to spot just one from here on the ground level.

And so Church makes his way into one of the taverns, weaving through the patrons as he ascends the staircases to reach the balcony overlooking the square. There are customers milling about out here, drinking and making merry beneath the stars.

Church slumps against the railing, breathing in the night air that tastes of spilled ale and smoke.

It all smells so… real.  

He must be going mad. Did he panic after Tavi asked him to move in with him? Is he just overwhelmed by… everything about that?

Has he been writing so long that he can no longer tell the difference between fact and fiction?

“Well hello there, stranger.”

Church’s heart pounds in his chest as he summons the courage to turn towards that voice. 

“Do I… know you?” the tiefling asks, even though in his heart…

You have been looking for him for some time.

“Perhaps not,” the elf drawls, stroking an elegant hand along the railing as he draws closer to the tiefling. “But I know your face. How could I forget a face like yours, even in a crowded place like this?”

Church stares and stares at him. He’s familiar, but so alien and strange as he tries to connect the dots in his mind. The links shatter every time.

“What’s your name, sweet thing?” the elf purrs, leaning in with heavy eyes — red like rubies in the lantern light. 

“I’m… Church,” the tiefling manages to say.

“Well,” the elf chuckles. “I can’t say I’ve heard a name like yours before. I’m…”

“...Astarion,” Church breathes, and gods, his head hurts but the hurt is good. The hurt is right.

How did he forget Astarion?

How could he forget Astarion?

The elf’s confident smile twitches into a momentary frown before carefully composing itself again.

“Ah, well… no,” he titters. “My name is… Petras, actually…”

“Astarion,” Church repeats, his eyes wide as he drinks in the sight of the apprehensive elf. “Gods… how could I…?”

Astarion’s mouth twitches into a small grimace as he pulls away. “You must have confused me for someone else.”

“Astarion!” Church repeats, grasping hold of the elf’s hand before it can leave his side. The elf looks at him with alarm, rage, and… fear? “Don’t you remember me?” 

Astarion levels a cold gaze upon him.

And then it softens.

“Of… of course I remember you… Church,” the elf coos. “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”

He presses himself up against Church’s body, whispering into his ear.

“How about we go somewhere a bit quieter to catch up?”

[spiritsong]

writer vs. oc

Thank you for the tag @dolceaspidenera <3 this was fun!!!

picrew here

top left to bottom right ->

yours truly (they/she/he)

(tav!)Aune, Sword Dancer of Eilistraee aka bard-cleric (she/her or whatever you prefer)

durge!Aune, beloved and tortured spore druid (she/her or whatever you prefer)

Lethe, the Feylost, sweet and mischievous archfey warlock (they/he/she)

Vir, my Elturian tiefling ranger (he/him). I haven't talked about him here but he's from a multiplayer pt! pretend the bear is his boar companion, Goodberry

had to include Eleneva, my Surana from DA:O (she/her). girl I miss you but bg3 is my life rn sorrryyyyyy 😭 she's grumpy 24/7 (forever flicking off the Circle ALL MY HOMIES HATE KINLOCH HOLD fr fr). but she's got a death grip on that rose from Alistair

there was no purple skin for Lethe??!? which was a travesty so I edited the colors and then got carried away and edited skin colors for nearly everyone because they weren't quite dark enough/the right tone. also eye colors for some. and the silver for durge!Aune's hair. oops

tagging (as always don't feel any obligation to do it, but if you do, I'd love to see <3 include yourself or don't, include bg3 OCs and/or others, whatever you want): @bhaalsdeepbat @dragon--sage @witch-from-a-block-of-flats @justabiteofspite @birb--birb

[speed-demon-doodler]

The average (if you're older than 20) bg3 player experience I believe

I just happen to also have a kitty who tries her very best to herd me to bed at a decent time every night, but unfortunately I've also also got an unnamed Archfey patron and the God of murder as my angel and devils on the shoulder.

[littlelostmabari]

Why do I always make my Dream Guardian hot?

I know better.

This is the one from my Origin Wyll playthrough, followed by the ones for my

Evil Oathbreaker Dwarf

Self-Insert Wild Magic Sorcerer Galemancer (the same one as my first legit playthru with a Archfey Warlock)

Durge (There's spoilers down there)

I made my Durge have Gortash as their Dream Guardian. I love modders, you are Chauntea's gift to creation.

Help meeeeeee

[thornsssdoodles]

meet Cirilaila (she\her)!!!

Laila is my durge character from bg3 turned oc :з well technically i made it so she is a daughter of my already existing dnd character Callisto (she\they) Callisto is a Archfey warlock, and Ciri is a bard

Ciri and her mom UwU btw Archfey is a close friend of Callisto so you can say thet Ciri has a fairy godmother lololololol