#Lyran Lovemoor

[magneticmage]

More fic drabbles;

Rune watched the golden fire dance across Wyll's fingertips, "Pretty. But you do know most tieflings are fire-resistant, right?"

The warlock chuckled, cupping his lover's cheek with his hand and drawing him closer, "Hurting you is the last thing I'd want to do right now."

Rune smiled and closed his eyes, leaning forward as he savored the precious moments of anticipation before a kiss.

Instead, he got hit in the head with an empty mug.

Growling and turning away from the enchanting man before him, the tiefling druid growled at his twin sister, Lucine, from where she sat beside Shadowheart. She rolled her eyes at him, "Get a room! You've got the coin for it and I don't want to watch you two play lovers all night."

His brow twitched as he saw Shadowheart's lips quirk to keep from smiling. Then he grinned and waved a hand towards his sister. The vines that sprouted from between the tavern's wooden plank flooring beneath her quickly bound the two women together. Above their protests, he chuckled and wrapped an arm around Wyll's shoulders, "Sister, dearest, you really should find a playmate of your own. And I'm sure our lovely fellow cleric, Shadowheart here, would be more than happy to oblige you this fine evening. Now, come, Wyll, we have lots of ale to drink and things to do!"

As the two wandered off, the vines were quickly cut with a sharp sword. Lucine swore like a sailor as it nicked her fingers, "Careful! I need those!"

"Debatable," responded Roan. The human fighter sheathed his longsword and waved a hand in dismissal, "Now, stop, causing a scene and get some rest. Faenerys says we're leaving in the morning."

"Oh? And where is our lovely elven wizard at this time of night?" Gayle questioned from where he leaned against the surprisingly broad shoulders of Sable, their resident drow warlock. The mute man simply nodded his head in agreement, fingers dancing through the air to echo the question.

Roan sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy auburn locks, fingers curling into a fist and tugging at them irritable, "She said something about going out for a swim. Apparently, she wasn't comfortable here in the inn for whatever reason."

Lucine giggled, "Oh, no, Astarion's gone off as well. Such a shame if he were to catch her, isn't it?"

Roan scowled, "That's not funny, Lucy."

The tiefling cleric shrugged and stretched her arms as she brushed the last of the leaves from her hair, "It's very funny, actually. Because we all know Astarion is very good at sucking things, faces especially. And hers just so happens to be his favorite, it seems."

"Still can't believe they get along," Roan sighed, "Then again, I'm sure that could be said for the rest of us, as well."

Lucine shrugged, "Yes, well, brood later, I think Lae'zel wants your undivided attention, my friend."

There was the faintest brush of pink to his cheeks as the warrior turned around to stammer out a polite, if somewhat awkward, greeting towards the githyanki woman. She handed him a drink and motioned him off for some privacy.

It did not take long before the last two couples also headed off for their own evening's privacy. Left alone at the table at last, Lyran sighed and downed the last of their drink. They would never understand why people danced around their attractions like these people did, then again they had never experienced such a thing and had no desire to. The only things they wanted in life was to remove these damned tadpoles and then return to Baldur's Gate to continue living their life of crime and increase their hoard of shiny valuable objects. And yet at every turn, fate-and their companions-seemed to delay their plans again and again. It wasn’t enough to quite drive the half-elf mad, but it certainly came close several times, especially lately.

Still, at least it was quieter now.

The sound of a lute string snapping made them whip their head around with a menacing glare and a dagger flashing in their hand.

Saga gave the rogue an apologetic smile in the only way the halfling bard could to not get their face punctured. Then again, she was also the only one who could get away with cooling the grumpy temper Lyran often held about them. She held out her lute, "Would you mind re-stringing this for me, Lyra? Then I'll play that elvish lullaby you like."

"It's Lyran, today." They replied and moved closer to let her feel the coarse leather of their tunic, different from the soft silk of their feminine days and the layers of fur during their in-between days. "See?"

"Right," The halfling woman nodded, her dark curls bobbing about her eyes. The scars across them was still as red and disfiguring as it had been since they had barely escaped from that hellish prison. "Sorry, this is the first time I've touched you today."

"It's fine." They assured her, brushing aside some curls to press a chaste kiss to her forehead, "You don't quite have the same benefits as everyone else to tell which I'm feeling that day. And you're usually much to polite to ask."

"Usually, I stick to Lyre, but I heard someone mention something about a half-elven woman in blue and white silks earlier, so I assumed...."

"They were talking about some else, little Muse." Lyran handed back the lute, "Here you are. If I fall asleep-"

"You always do."

"Yes, but if I fall asleep, wake me in an hour, so my back's not killing me in the morning." They informed her, settling down comfortably with their head in her lap and bundled warmly in their cloak.

"Of course, Lyran." Saga promised, "I always do."

The magical melody had them in a fast and dreamless sleep in moments.

[magneticmage]

Man, just thinking some more about my Baldur's Gate OCs;

Rune and Lucine are Folk Heroes. He is a Moon Circle Druid after a brief brush of lycanthropy (they were misplaced for the problems below and Rune and his sister don't know that yet) when their village was attacked by an unknown plague that was actually brought on by a devil, their tiefling paladin father Riven's Cambion father, in retaliation for killing him before the twins were born, and so he could transfer the "illness"/curse to their mother, a tiefling bad named Lunara, by making a deal with her to "save" her child in exchange for her taking on the illness. It's actually caused by an artifact buried in the nearby ruins that causes whoever dies on the "illness"' soul to be shunted off to the Nine Hells to fight in the Blood War. Luckily, most of the town was "cured" when they ousted the werecreatures and their father returned from his adventures to help nurse their mother back to health while they went off in search of a longer term cure for their home. They instead got kidnapped by mind-flayers and tadpoled into shenanigans. Anyways, his sister is a cleric of Selune (Light Domain) after they were saved from an ambush of the aforementioned weres by a passing cleric of the same faith (who, amusingly enough, turned out to be an ex-flame of their dad's before he met their mother) who stopped to help them defeat the worst of the "plague" at home.

Lyr(e/a/an) Lovemoor and Saga Musehart (who occasionally goes by her stage name of Muse) grew up as a pair of criminals under the tutelage of Lyr's crime-lord and human father (his Seladrine drow mother-named Elissahanna Lovemoor-having died from pregnancy complications surrounding his stillbirth twin and his births), Wilber Musehart. Saga, however, always dreamed of grander things and so pursued an education in the finer arts and eventually became a Bard of a Lore-based College. She even managed to teach Lyr a few things about illusions and glamors and other arcane tricks to aid in their heists (Lyr's an Arcane Trickster). She graduated with honors and had a bright future ahead of her, having finally escaped her darker beginnings. That is, until her foster father demanded one last job before letting her and Lyr go off on their own. The pair were eager to cut ties with the dangerous and shady life they grew up in and so agreed. The job was a set-up as Wilber refused to let anyone leave his guild of assassins and thieves and other criminals, especially his children. He bribed the guards of their prison to blind and maim and torture-but not kill, oh that'd be such a waste of talent-Saga in order to break her spirit and finally crush the hopeful defiance she'd harbored for years. They partly succeeded before they were interrupted by a fellow criminal and Lyr's elder human half-sibling Nel Silosen. Nel helped them escape from both the prison and the city, having faked their deaths and told them to only return when they were ready to help them end their evil father. They were headed to a private house Saga had bought years ago with a portion of her earnings from her performances during her school years when they were accosted and abducted in the night.

Faenerys (her child name was Gaell) was born the secret love child of two feuding wood elven noble families, with her parents names being Helefina Elendir (mother) and Faeris Rosandoral (father). She was raised by her maiden aunt (her mother's sister and baby half-elven cousins whose human father had died in battle, Keynala Iliren and Mialas and Aeven) and given her mother's surname. She spent much of her life sheltered in seclusion and passed the years by studying the magical tomes and scrolls between proper lessons by her Archmage aunt, quickly proving herself to be a prodigy in the Abjuration School. However, one night, a pair of strangely pale and red-eyed men arrived and demanded Faenerys. Her aunt sent Fae and the twins away but a mishap landed them in a parlor room of an unknown house. Worse, one of the twins had gotten stuck in a wall and their arm needed to be amputated. The resulting screaming brought a disheveled looking old elven woman to the room. After things had calmed down and the twins had been put to sleep, Fae discovered this was her grandmother and that her father had become a vampire spawn of powerful and dangerous vampire lord, who went by the name of Roxeiros, who had been hunting down all of his lover's family to kill them in vengeance for murdering his love for her affair. Faenerys set off to find him and hopefully spare whatever was left of her family. Instead, she was abducted and spent half a century as a prisoner and plaything of Roxeiros, who kept the knowledge of her existence from her father by ensuring he was either away on missions or, much later, simply dead. Shortly after her escape, she was taken prisoner yet again and this time was tadpoled by mind-flayers.

"Sable Shades" is the alias of Risdaer Ilaeliom (given to the heavy black clothes and veils he often wears), a Lolth-sworn drow Warlock bound to an Archfey. He was a Szarkai or a rare albino drow. He was born to the leading noblewoman named Matron mother Nhildra of House Ilaeliom but was nearly sacrificed at his birth, were it not for his father, Seladril who shared his condition, volunteering to become a drider. His two older brothers, Rizal and Quilyraen, never let him forget the great loss to their family. His three eldest sisters who were all also Szarkai or albino drow, Haelkiira and Elvandia and Charris, kept them in line from outright killing him but did little to make his life any easier. To that end, he spent much of his childhood learning how to blend in and become what others expected and wanted from him, always masking his true motives and intentions to get what he needed and wanted, a Charlatan in all but name. This behavior earned him the chance to become a spy and was as much to prevent him from causing further trouble (he'd seduced both a High Priestess of Lolth named Menzonae and a rival House's heiress named Lyzrima Baenoth and let them fight over him at his matron's request, which resulted in both's deaths and nearly destabilized the city's power structure in the process due to both calling on various alliances to "win") as well as to gain valuable arcane knowledge and items and wealth on his family's behalf to use against their rivals. He obeyed and, after a few years of adjusting and adventuring to surface life, met a mysterious elven woman who wore a crown and gown made of wintery ice. His attempts to charm and seduce her failed spectacularly. It was only when he admitted that he no longer knew who he was beneath the personas and masks he wore that she acknowledged him. She promised to aid him in his journey of self-discovery in exchange for a century's worth of service. He agreed and set out. Needless to say, he was surprised when Roan stumbled on his camp during the day-and then again moments later when they were both captured by mind-flayers.

Roan Roarke was born to a pair of farmers in a small hamlet. The local noble press-ganged the young and able-bodied into an army for his own gain and Roan was forcibly conscripted in order to spare the razing of the family farm. In the military, he quickly distinguished himself as a capable tactitian and Fighter (he's a Battlemaster). While he was out on campaign, a horde of goblinoids led by horned man who called himself Velkan (whose believed to be a Cambion or other demonkin) killed and looted his hometown. Unable to enact vengeance due to his noble patron having plotted with this Velkan in exchange for powerful magics and his family buried in the ashes of his childhood home, he moved on to grow strong enough to defeat his enemies. To that end, he became a Mercenary Veteran who took on whatever job he could, his morals fighting with his practicality for a time. One time, he took a job that involved hunting down a renegade drow named Jarimar Araburden with the aid of his elven comrades, Nymlil Tarn and Rhysyldrin Baeloth (sadly both of whom later perished when the illithid ship crashed) and received word that a mysterious white elf named Sable knew his whereabouts.

~For the Companions backgrounds, here's my best guess based off their skillsets+some of my headcanons and thus it may change as we discover more of these companions~

Shadowheart is a Half-High Elf Cleric of Trickery Domain with the Urchin background.

Wyll is a Human Warlock of the Fiend Pact with the Noble background.

Astarion is a High Elf (also Vampire spawn) Rogue (gave him the Thief archetype for fic purposes) with the Noble background.

Gale is a Human Wizard (gave him the Evocation School for fic purposes) with the Sage Background.

Lae'Zel is a Githyanki Fighter (gave her the Eldritch Knight archetype for fic purposes) with a Solidier background.