#BG3 open starter

[wisterias-in-bloom]

Karlach open starter.

Everyone was getting ready for sleep as Karlach instead reached for the post to keep watch. She could see Rivington and the lower city from there. While the lights of the city slowly snuffed, she was the only left awake with the insomniacs and the creatures of the night.

[luniluvia]

~Open starter~

Baldur's Gate at night

It's around one in the morning when you wander the almost deserted streets of the lower city, enjoying the night fresh air after a long day.

You see the docks in the distance and for a few seconds your gaze is lost in the dark waters that border them. As you continue your way to a subdivision of houses and pass under a stone archway, you catch a faint metallic smell in the air, the smell of blood... You glance in all directions, searching for of some rat corpse. Sure, the streets of Baldur's Gate aren't always safe, but in this moment you can't imagine it could be anything else.

Your train of thought breaks when you catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eye of a silhouette on the other side of the archway. When you turn your head in its direction, you realize that it is a horned woman and that she is only a few meters away from you. In an instant your eyes meet and freeze, it seems she wasn't expecting to have company.

When your eyes adjust to the darkness, you notice the presence of blood on her porcelain face, but looking at her general appearance, you quickly understand that it is not hers.

Her red eyes observe you, intense, threatening... If the stranger seemed surprised a few seconds before, her gaze is now similar to that of a feline ready to pounce on its prey...

[blademoxley20]

OPEN STARTER

Blade couldn't believe what he was hearing, his whole life he had no memory of his past but here he was finally learning out that he wasn't just a normal half elf but a demigod, the son of the goddess of wolves herself Lupa, he could feel his whole world begin to slow down he didn't even hear the person who was behind him.

[midnighttaverns]

ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥: (Main Verse) Vixen is horrible at reading maps and understanding direction. Despite knowing this, the party always lets her play navigator always. So now they're lost(AGAIN), and it's almost time to make camp.

𝔻𝕪𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕔: Partners, close friends, party members, whatever works.

𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠: All

The half elf stared at the map in her hands, confusion highlighting her features. "We should be...." She muttered to herself as she tried to make sense of it all. "Here. But....Where the hells are we?!" She grunted out in frustration. Why does this always happen to her?! It was like some devil cursed her from birth and, for some unknown reason, made her a horrible map reader.

@indiestarter

[ask-karlachbear]

RP prompt (11/12/23).

The night started to dawn on the camp, most of the companions were still out on exploration, while a few others stayed back, Tav being one of them.

It was a long time since Tav had time to unwind, after weeks of traveling without a break, everyone agreed to set camp at least for a day.

If the tadpoles wanted to act up, moving or not was going to change little, especially since Ketheric was already taken care of. Everyone doubted the remaining chosens would be able to do much without Ketheric's stone.

Karlach was the first one making her way back to camp, she was humming a melody while playing with something, tossing and picking it over and over until she came to a halt in front of you.

She holds out her hand, on the palm sat a perfectly smooth rock of the color of sea foam.

"I got you a rock because it looked pretty". She smiled

[chaosmicjelly]

So she wasn't the only one who showed interest in the semi-flooded temple, huh. Or maybe the stranger had other intentions?

From the top of the ruin, trying to stay hidden, Perrine observed them. Just in case the other was after 𝘪𝘵 as well..

Only as they approached the entrance, she climbed and eventually jumped down, right in front of them.

"Stop! This is my treasure!"

[whomuses]

test muse || astarion ancunin

"What in the sweet hells have you DONE to me?!" the words would almost be comedic if not for the panic that was so clear in them. Astarion had staggered back, the vampire holding up his hands to stare at them - at the black claws he now had. There may have been no mirror to see, but he could feel well enough just what was wrong.

A hand reached up, feeling cautiously - ears, still long, but undoubtedly different. His same curls, but now parted by a sweeping set of - admittedly somewhat majestic - horns, and when he turned, he could see the sweep of the slender tail now emerging from the seat of his pants.

"Turn me back! Right this instance!"

[notyourastarion]

Caught!

An open Baldur's Gate 3 rp invite

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Embers glow in the centre of camp, the cool dark of night fell hours ago. The lake lapped gently at the shore and Withers, ever-present, watched the fates unwind without judgement. All was quiet, but it was far from still.

"You know, it's true what they say about vampires." Astarion warned the shadow in the darkness from the relative peace of his meditation. His fingers remained curled purposefully into their nightly pose, middle finger and thumb pressed together. "We don't sleep."

The elf rose to his feet before setting an intense gaze on his fellow night-owl. "So? Are you going to tell me why you're sneaking around in the night, or should I wake the others?" He shifted, one foot to another and back, a dark smile tugging softly at the corners of his lips.

"Then again, I might very well enjoy taking camp justice into my own hands. Your choice, of course."

[brittlefcrged]

OPEN BG3 starter / first night, post prologue, pre-Withers, pre-grove.

It might not have been the wisest of decisions to slip away from their makeshift camp alone, with night already falling, but it was, she had decided, the best decision. The ... safest decision. For the others, at least.

The githyanki had proven helpful in the escape from the nautiloid, and informative enough, in the aftermath, even with hope for a potential cure to the worms that wriggled in the depths of their skulls, but the warrior's short temper and brash desire to command had already grown irksome. The wizard -- genial enough, certainly, but too much so for Clarissa's already raw nerves -- and she hadn't been able to quell the hunger that had been gnawing in the pit of her stomach since their encounter, the urge, the need to know what his tender flesh would feel like between her teeth -----

The cleric, with her feigned haughtiness that did little to disguise the uncertainty and paranoia that hung acrid in the air around her had at least proven herself capable of gratitude, but between those three, and the sly and cavalier, pale skinned elf that was at ill at ease in his own skin as she was in hers.... she had needed to get away from it. From them, while she had any semblance of control over herself.

Whatever, whomever she had been in her previous life, she didn't think it had been much of a people person.

She'd found her way to the edge of a brook at the base of the low cliff, not far from where they'd found Lae'zel, and after rinsing off the worst of the blood and assorted gore from the day's events, she had settled, cross legged, a flask of wine in one hand and wedges of bread and cheese perched atop her bag next to her in an attempt to take the time to gather her thoughts, and attempt to clear her mind -- a low snort, fingers breaking off a chunk of cheese and bread. Clearing her mind was rather the opposite of what she needed to do, wasn't it?

The sound was subtle, the smallest creak of a branch stretched a little too far from its trunk to just be the wind, barely audible above even the low murmur of the creek and the ambient sounds of the night that surrounded her -- and her uninvited guest -- but it was enough to announce the presence of another. "I'd much rather not end this day with further bloodshed," that was a lie, though, too, wasn't it? "But if you do not make yourself known to me, my blade will bite." And so might I.

[vaeldrow]

OPEN STARTER   Status:  Public  &&.  Sylkaris + ???

He could sense it.. It was an uneasy feeling, almost painful. He made small steps, bare feet sinking into the muddy grass as he tried to follow the feeling. Empathy welling up inside him, he could sense that whatever it was.. it was scared and in pain. Moments like these, ones in which someone or something seemed in dire need for help, he wished his eyes still worked. He focused on the sound, trying to catch hints of where the animal could be, following the little pained chirps. 'Where are you..?' he asked out loud. With his focus so strictly on finding the wounded animal, he'd completely become unaware of the third party standing nearby, watching him.

[murderyn]

"first sarevok lost his mind and went crawling back to bhaal. then i find out viconia also lost her marbles doing shit like that for shar. what's next? am i going to find out that tiax is truly the one responsible for the absolute plot?"

[wisterias-in-bloom]

Lae'zel open starter.

"Vlaakith. Vlaakith! I have wielded your fury as a blade, roared your wrath as a dragon!" She cried out, her face for the first time revealed her rounder eyes full of heartbreak.

“You promised ascension - yet I crawl among my own people, low as an asp's belly. Shka'keth!" She spatted out desperate before spitting blood on the marbled floor. She hated how her eyes wetted and wetted as she spoke.

"I followed your path. What good, this heart of stone, for it to be shattered?” Her knees almost gave out, she had lost even the strength to act tougher, to suppress her emotion and she knew all eyes fell on her.

[inhumanhacker]

"Do you ever just wonder what it would be like to not have to fight anymore? To just have a normal life?"

[karmasrage]

"How did you learn to do that?" Karma says as she was watching them from behind. The barbarian found herself quietly observing them for some time before speaking up. There wasn't much she knew about magic (or at least that's what she tried to convince herself). "I've never seen or heard anything like that before." Her adopted family didn't practice magic, just strength and fighting. "What is that called?"

[bearlydruid]

Halsin paused, looking up after the kiss he’d just had pressed to his forehead. He had a soft smile on his face, the motion so brief but still shockingly intimate. “You’re welcome to sit with me.” Halsin indicated to the log he was leaning back against as he worked on his latest whittling project.

[dreammakcr]

"The Moon Maiden has protected me for as long as I can remember, I will not turn my back on her."