#baldurs gate g/t

[undertheleaves]

Maybe it wasn't the best idea for Tav to try and catch up with Gale in his realm

Ty @rainydaygt for providing the lovely inspo :]

[redmedic]

My Little Starlight

It is finally done - after 16 hours of work! This was a (fairly old - sorry!) request from one of my Patrons to see more G/T Bloodweave, and I’ve been really deep in my. Feelings with God Gale as a concept, still treasuring his mortal Astarion even after ascension to godhood

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[sm0lprism]

I commissioned the wonderful @entomolog-t to draw my g/t Baldur's Gate 3 oc, Ria, with Astarion and I'm absolutely over the moon with it!! This is very reflective of their encounter in the first chapter of my fic, Bite-Sized. I love this so much and I'm so happy with how Ento brought Ria to life.

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where is this forge of yours honey i'll bring it to you

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For @smallsday as part of G/tGotcha4Gaza!

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[okminer07]

Mice Among Beasts Pt 1

A Baldur's Gate fanfiction.

The dungeon-like space smelled awful, like death, rot, and goblins. It was impossible to see where they were going, what with the cage constantly rocking back and forth with each step the goblin took, clearly taking pleasure in jostling them around.  

A look of shock was still painted across Willow’s face, her brain struggling to keep up. How had she been so stupid?! Trying to steal food from that camp, and without any sort of plan? Had she even taken the time to scope the place out? No! She had simply seen the food and gone for it. Now, she was facing the grim reality that they themselves might become food. Did goblins eat her people? It seemed like a very real possibility, seeing what had been on- 

She jumped when a loud, high-pitched wail filled the air, the source being right next to her. Belle had been sniffling and whimpering from the moment they had been captured, but now she was screaming.   

The goblin above them groaned. He gave the cage a good shake, sending the two tiny humanoids falling from one side to the other, “Shut up!” 

Belle only cried louder. Holding her aching head, Willow stumbled over to her. She wrapped her arms tightly around her sister's frail body and pulled her into her lap. Cooing at her and petting her golden hair very slowly quieted the girl down, being content to cry into Willow’s shirt.   

The two were both trembling, but Willow tried to mask it by slowly rocking the sobbing mess in her arms. The corners of her own eyes burned, but she gritted her teeth and tried to remain composed. It wouldn’t help anyone if both of them began to crumble. Then again, could anything help them now?  

She turned her head to glare at the underside of their captor's chin, “What do you want?” she hissed.  

The two shrunk away as the cage was brought up to the goblin’s eye level. He smirked, “Entertainment.” 

He lowered the cage back down to his side, pushing open a large double door with a guttural grunt. Willow peered through the bars, vaguely able to make out the room they had entered. There were two rooms on either side of them, but the goblin walked past them and down a short set of stone steps. All sorts of crates and wooden boards peppered the room's perimeter, but what caught her eye were the two large cells across the room, one on the left, and one on the right.   

The goblin turned right, going down another short flight of stairs. Willow’s eyes widened, seeing ahead of them a small group of even more goblins. Three looked to be young ones, all of which were cackling with laughter. A guard of sorts seemed to be supervising them, a look of content amusement on her face.  

“Listen! Did you hear it squeal?” one of the young ones laughed, pointing into the cell before them.  

“Make it do it again!”  

One of the goblins bent down and when they straightened, had a large rock in their grasp. They promptly threw it into the cell. A deep yet pained whimper came from behind the bars, pitiful and animalistic. Willow tensed at the sound, goosebumps beginning to pop up along her arms. What sort of animal did they have in there? Anything larger than a rabbit would have been enough to send her running.   

The group burst into laughter, “Hand me another one!” 

Willow flinched as their captor cleared his throat. The oldest of the group turned, her face lighting up with a similar sinister smirk.  

“Hey, Crusher! Come to join the fun?” 

“Actually, I plan to add to it.”  He raised the cage and gave it another harsh shake, exciting a shriek out of Belle, “Lookie what I got ‘ere.” 

The whole group descended upon them. All the kids hurried forward, pushing and shoving one another to get to the front and peer inside the birdcage. Willow’s arms tightened around her sister as the pairs of eyes on those hideous faces slowly settled upon the two of them.  

“Woah!” exclaimed one child, “What are those?”   

The goblin next to him gave him a shove, “They’re clearly some kind of fey, idiot.” 

“What kind though?”  

“Well… uh…” the smartass peered through the bars once more, “Uh… I’m not sure. Are they pixies?”  

The eldest pushed them aside, leaning her ugly face down to scrutinize the girls, “No… no, pixies got wings, and these nibblets seem smaller. At least from what I’ve seen.” she gave the cage a small shove, causing Belle to cry out once more, her bony fingers clawing into her sister. 

“Hah! They make even funnier noises!” Willow flinched at the volume of the child’s voice, wishing her hands were free so she could cover them, “Make ‘em do it again!”  

“Oh oh! Let me see!” the smartass lept forward, his massive pudgy hands groping for the cage.  

Their captor- Crusher he seemed to be called, held them higher up, chuckling, “Now now, you’ll all get plenty of time to hear them make their noises.” he shot the two a grin before turning to the other adult, “Notice you haven’t fed that furball to the worgs yet.”  

“Nah, I’ve been having too much fun with ‘em.” she peered over her shoulder, “But if we ever run out of fresh meat-” 

Crusher held up his hand, silencing her and turning to the kids, “How would you guys like to see a real show?”   

Those greenish-yellow faces lit up, “Yeah!” 

“You wanna see a real show?” 

“Yeah!”  

“Alright then.” he smirked from the cage to the cell, “This will be fun.”  

The cage started to sway once more as Crusher pushed past the kids, approaching the cell. Willow, her sister still in her arms, began to back towards the opposite side of the cage. 

They were suddenly lifted higher, being held right against the bars. Her heart hammered against her ribs as if trying to escape itself. She didn’t want to look, didn’t want to know, but her eyes betrayed her as they peered down into the cell.  

She gasped. Through the bars, standing in the very center, was a bear. An absolutely massive brown bear.  

Belle screamed, trying to backpedal further away to no avail. The goblins burst into fits of laughter, “What? You don’t like ‘em?” The cage was spun so now their backs were right up against the cell. Willow held her sister’s head against her chest as she whimpered. 

Chancing a glance over her shoulder, Willow saw that the bear’s eyes were fixed upon the cage. When Belle let out another whimper, its ears perked up at the sound.  

“D'aww look, I think he wants to be friends” teased Crusher, receiving more laughs in response.  

A shiver ran down her spine as the bear released a low, long drawn-out growl. Oh gods. 

“You wanna go in and say hello?” 

Belle shrieked, frantically shaking her head as if it would do anything.  

“Is that a yes?”  

“No!” she screamed. 

“Well, if you say so.”  

They began to be lowered, the cage nearly being touched down to the ground before the floor suddenly began to tilt. Willow hurriedly pulled her and her sister up the growing incline and wrapped her legs around the cage bars. Her sister screamed, clawing her way up her body and desperately trying to also grab onto something as their world continued to turn.  

Her arms began to burn as they became vertical, but she didn’t dare let them loosen their grip around Belle, not even for a moment. A large clawed hand came around and pried open the cage door.

“Come on now, “ Crusher gave the cage a good shake. Willow winced, straining to keep the two of them up, “Don’t want to keep ‘em waiting do ya?” His eyes zeroed in on what was keeping them from falling. Those clawed fingers crept towards her, nails slipping beneath her legs. A mere flick of the finger, and they were falling, falling into a death trap.  

She spun around in the air, putting herself between Belle and the approaching stone floor. An airless gasp escaped her as she collided with the ground. She coughed and wheezed, wincing at the throbbing pain now blooming across her whole back. 

Belle began to shake her and tug at her shirt collar. Willow pushed her away, forcing herself up. She froze as another low growl filled her ears. Grabbing hold of her sister, she looked up and wanted to scream. The bear’s eyes were fixed upon them. Even from afar, it towered over them, a huge mass of fur that could swallow them whole.  

Whipping her head around, her eyes landed upon the cell’s bars. The space between them was big enough for them to slip through. She ran for it, dragging her sister behind her. Almost as soon as she had started towards it, the goblins took notice. All of them crouched down in front of the cell to block her path, laughing at her pitiful attempt at escape.   

She spun around, heading in the opposite direction. Heart pounding in her ears, she began scouring the stone walls for cracks, holes, anything. The ground beneath them quivered and Willow looked over to see the bear taking a step towards them, head lowered and shoulders up.  

It stalked towards them, throwing her off balance with every step. She frantically continued to search the walls, running along the perimeter of the cell. When she reached a corner, she stopped, out of breath. She turned and froze. The bear was close now, its shadow beginning to cover the two of them. They couldn’t run now, they were cornered.  

Belle began to whimper. Willow stepped in front of her and began to back away. She only made it a few steps before they were pressed against the wall. Looking up in horror, she watched as the bear's head began to encapsulate her entire vision. The air around them stunk of its rancid breath. Its eyes were piercing, the gaze as sharp as its protruding fangs. This was it, they were dead. 

Willow’s arms came up to shield her and her sobbing sister. She braced herself as the beast closed in, opening its gaping maw. It descended upon them and she snapped her eyes shut, praying it would be a quick death for the both of them.  

Nothing. Nothing happened. She didn’t feel anything. Not the feeling of teeth tearing them to shreds like she had expected. Not the feeling of being doused in drool, not anything. However, she did hear something, the snapping of the bear’s jaws. 

Willow cracked open her eyes, freezing. The bear was mere inches away, its warm breath blowing back her silvery hair. It was still staring at them. It remained motionless.  

Suddenly, its massive form began to shift as it turned away from them. It began to make a noise that sounded like chewing. Willow hurriedly checked behind her, worried that it had somehow gotten a hold of Belle before her. But no, her sister was still huddled up behind her, looking up in terrified confusion. 

The bear continued to chew, at least that’s what it sounded like. She wracked her brain for an explanation of what else it could be but came up short.  

“Aw man, where’s all the blood?” rang out the familiar voice of one of the goblin children.   

Another voice sighed, “I guess if we wanted a real show, we should have thrown in something bigger, or maybe something that would have at least put up more of a fight. Ah well.”  

Willow’s eyes widened. Did they think that they had been- she looked up, seeing that the bear’s form was completely blocking them from the view of the goblins.   

“I guess we should get you lot back to work.” 

The young goblins all began to protest, “Aw come on! Can’t we throw more rocks at it or-”  

“Do you want to keep our True Soul waiting?” growled Crusher. 

True soul? 

“N-no. N-not at-” 

“Then get to it!” he barked, and Willow felt and heard the multiple pairs of feet hurry away, “Oh, and Butch wanted to see you, something ‘bout his worg. Won’t stop whining over it.”  

“Ugh, fine. Take me to him, will yah?” 

Another rumble of footsteps and the goblin’s grumbling murmurs slowly grew distant. With the slam of a door, the room fell silent.  

Hope you enjoy! and let me know if you want to hear more!

[marshmallow-bg3]

Rule or ruin, they should be able to do it together...

[kakemakes]

You ever think about how for a long time it didnt matter to Astarion that’d he’d outlive the people around him because of his torment and enslavement, but now having freedom and people that actually care for him it would actually be saddening to eventually outlive them.

[rose7420]

Astarion BG3 GT Story

I've been wanting a GT Astarion story so this is self-indulgent...

Warnings: Language, Nudity

“I know how to cast a goddamn spell Astarion” You huff out as you stand up from the blanket you both sit on. He chuckles, standing up to follow you.

Ever since you’d been back to set up camp he’d been pestering you about your mishap. On your mission to set up, a group of goblins had ambushed and in attempts to take them out quicker, you’d sent a fire blast incantation. 

It backfired.

You wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt like utter hell but to Astarion’s smug face, you’d never admit it. Thankfully at the time you had been carrying around a vial of healing potion and that cleared up the blistering burn. But for now, you were stuck with the irksome vampire until the rest of your party arrived. The group had split up into two; Shadowheart, Gale, and Karlach off to kill a nest of spiders and their matriarch. You made it very clear this was not an adventure you’d partake in with your arachnophobia and promised to set up camp. Astarion had conveniently left out through the whole previous weeks of the group’s journey of his fear of spiders too. But you knew how he was. A true diva to the core. Right now you’d almost rather take the spiders.

“You know it is rather unsettling knowing how undisciplined of a sorcerer you are. How in the world did you make it to be the unsaid leader of the group?’He clicks his tongue, steps matching with yours now as you trudge into the woods.

“Go find something to bite!” You groan coming to a stop.

“And leave you alone? Darling if something happened to you I couldn’t live with myself knowing I left such an atrocious spellcaster to defend themselves.”

His teasing words are the edge of the cliff for you. “That’s it!” You yell and cast a mute spell towards him in an effort to shut him up.

You know that it backfires again when a sudden, unexpected sensation washes over you. Your head spins for a moment with a wave of nausea. Then after a few seconds, it's gone. 

“Oh dear…” You hear a booming voice say. Astarion’s. You groan.

You open your eyes ready to yell some more. 

But then you stop.

All around you, everything is enlarged, and like you’ve entered a world of giants. Massive pebbles as big as rocks now, grains of dirt larger than your hand. It’s unrecognizable but it's the same place you’ve always known.

“Well now, that didn’t go as planned, did it? Was your plan to shrink me?”

Your head snaps up taking in the enormous form of Astarion now. And your mouth dries.

He was always a few inches taller than you, him having substantial height for an elf. But now he was godlike. It was mind-numbing to think about how fucking huge he was now. Your eyes follow the gigantic black, leather knee-high boot all the way to his crossed arms and smirking face. You stumble back, overwhelmed by his size and not bothering to mention the fact you cast a mute spell not reduce.

He continues to stand being the little shit he is. Not bothering to kneel.

“Are you going to say something or simply take in my charm little dear? I completely understand the latter choice mind you. What a pleasure I assume that you get to bask in even more of me than usual…”  Of course, he’d say that. He’s probably enjoying this entire thing. For all you know, he has a kink for tiny chicks.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as he shifts his weight slightly, making his boot crunch a leaf.

Fear is no stranger to you in this daunting lifestyle. That quick feeling of your heart skipping a beat and limbs electrifying as you meet your opponent's glare. 

But here you’re useless. One step from his boot and you’re simply another bloodstain on the ground. 

So that’s exactly when you start to run. 

Rationally you know he has the upper hand in almost every way. He’s fast, an expert at hunting, and the small detail of him having a hundred feet on you now. Except it’s you who's smaller than a dormouse and vaulting over twigs that minutes ago you'd snapped with your boot. 

The ground starts to rumble under your feet, causing you to stumble. No doubt Astarion is already on your heels. You still keep running, no idea where you’re headed but far away from-

You stumble, barely managing to avoid falling headfirst into a river.

Well a river to you, but merely a stream to the vampire not far behind you.

You dare glance behind you and see Astarion stalking towards you, his pace unhurried as if this is an afternoon stroll and not a chase. 

You wager you have less than seconds to clear the “river” before he’s caught up. You take a few steps back and start a running leap. You get ready to jump, feet just about to leave the ground when the earth shudders. You misstep, tumbling down the slight slope straight into the running water. 

Your lungs seize with the freezing temperature and you desperately reach out for anything to keep you aloft and not down the stream. The muscles in your arms strain paddling to keep your head above the rapid and take a breath before you’re swept under the current. For a split second everything is peaceful and silent. The only pain is the burning in your lungs. 

Then something cups beneath your body, a tad warmer than the current temperature but not by much. Then you’re lifted away, your body instantly curling up with the chill of the air and your sodden clothes. You cough the water from your lungs.

“I think that went well, don’t you? I’m personally delighted you ran off into the forest like a lunatic! What in the hells were you thinking?” Astarion says, his voice loud. You cover your ears, shivering now. 

He must notice how you don’t respond as he begins to tuck you into his chest with more grunts of complaint. His fingers are surprisingly gentle as he uses the collar of his ruffled undershirt to cover you with. Thankful for the refuge and warmth you close your eyes and pull it around you. You feel every thump of his heart here. An odd but not unfamiliar place for you since you’ve only been this close to Astarion once. 

The one night he was so weak he tried to drink from you in your sleep. You had woken up with his fangs bared at your throat. Immediately he scrambled away, the only time you’d seen him so unsure of himself. He’d explained how weak he was and how he only needed something that would be easy to drink from and no requirement of being hunted. Seeing him as a vital part of your team you allowed him to drink from you. Not to mention you couldn’t bear to stand the sight of the bags under his eyes, how desperate he’d become to make himself vulnerable enough to ask for your help. 

You remember how he’d leaned over you, how his eyes met yours asking permission one last time. With either hand planted beside your head, he’d tilted your jaw up tenderly before sinking his teeth in. The pain had been icy sharp, but his tongue lapped your blood and it settled into a dull, pleasant ache. 

You blink your eyes back to reality as his finger twitches from the sensation of your tiny foot brushing the soft pad. As you tuck your legs in you notice his many rings that adorn his fingers. The one on his middle catches your eye with the ruby gem atop it. The jewelry is elegant and you think of how much it suits Astarion. Your heart still pounds, even with a small twitch the movement of something so big startles you and your stomach flips. You wrap your fingers in the soft cloth of his shirt and deeply inhale to soothe your nerves. And for the first time, you notice how silent Astarion is. 

Peeking a look up at him you see his defined, taught jaw. He’s clenching it looking straight ahead. It’s astounding how much of your vision he takes up. And you can’t help but admit how attractive he is. His throat bobs as he swallows, at one point you’d imagine running your tongue over it but now the damn lump is bigger than you. And the firm chest under you is only a fraction of the rest of his solid, lean body. 

“Are we there yet?” You ask

Astarion looks down at you, huddled in his shirt collar and in a small puddle of water his palm had created. “Patience little mouse.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Why? It’s fitting no?”

“Well then I guess that makes you a…” You search your mind for a fitting creature of his stature compared to you now. With a sigh you have nothing. You settle for ignoring him.

“Don’t go quiet on me now…” He says raising you to his eyes. The sudden elevation is dizzying and you shoot forward to hold onto one of his fingers. 

“Astarion!” You chide him.

“Apologies…” He smirks not being apologetic at all. Probably secretly loving how your chest is pressed tightly against him in your embrace. 

“Serves you well making me chase after you on your mad run.”

“You didn’t have to chase after me.” You pout.

“And become some creature’s next meal? How dreadful of an end for you though…”

You roll your eyes, but notice how his hand curls around you as you shiver. He lowers you back to his chest and almost smothers you with his shirt collar piling it on top of you.

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Later on when Astarion finally gets you both back to camp...

“You can’t sleep in wet clothes.” He says holding out a palm for you to drop them into. 

“It’ll b-be fi-fine As-Astarion.” Your teeth chatter and you bite down to keep them from clacking. 

You sit on his pallet with him towering in front of you despite his sitting position on the ground. His eyes darken as he looms over you. “You’ll take them off or I’ll take them off for you.”

Your heart quickens and you nervously chuckle, “I kn-knew y-you were kin-kinky bu-but-” 

Your words are cut off as his hand whisks you from the ground, placing you in his palm. “A pitiful attempt at seduction on your part my dear. You know I can’t in good mind accept your invitation when you are colder than me… now help me warm you up. You're tinier than a pixie.”

He’s gentle as his fingertips pinch the hem of your shirt to get it over your head. You undo the buttons at your breast to let it slip over your head. He sets them on the ground and lets you go about undoing your bottoms and the wet fabric falls with a slap to his palm. 

You don’t make a move to remove your undergarments. He gives you a questioning look with a lift of one eyebrow. 

“Oh no darling I meant it all. Don’t worry, although tempting I suppose I’ll leave you be tonight.” The side of his mouth quirks in a smile with your blushing face, revealing a glimpse of a sharp fang. 

You roll your eyes and shuck off the rest throwing your bra at his face. It lands on the slope of his nose, so he crosses his eyes to see it making you laugh. With an unimpressed look, he peels off the garment and lays it with the rest. 

“Cheeky little pup…” His eyes flicker up and down your naked form.

You blush and lean back into his palm, feeling very exposed. Not that you aren’t.

“I need some clothes you pervert.” 

Astarion’s eyes are heavy, darkening as he continues to stare. “I suppose you do. Though I don’t have a habit of carrying anything your size darling.”

“I’m not going to stand here naked! Besides I’m cold.” You whine.

He exhales. “Fine, I’ll see what I can do.”

Instead of setting you down on the pallet, he brings you to his shoulder. “What do you expect me to do?” You ask him. Certainly, it can’t be safe up here.

“Climb aboard my little pet.” He purrs. Your stomach jumps from the name.

“Astarion! I could fall! And then you’d miss me and my terrible spellcasting abilities.”

“Ah! You admit it! You were dreadfully awful at it. I suppose you being the size of a mouse and quite adorable make up for it.” He maneuvers you in his hand, instead of standing he has only two fingers gripping your waist. He deposits you right beside his neck. 

The sliver of bare skin feels intimate as you begrudgingly sit down. You even feel his pulse beneath you.

“Hold tight.”

He stands up without warning and your soul leaves your body as the ground moves. It’s all you can do to find something to hold on to which is his beloved hair. Your death grip is certainly noticeable but you can’t seem to care.

“Ow!” Astarion shouts as you watch his hand appear and part you from your only saving grace. You hold tight, not willing to let go while your heart races.

“A little warning next time you stand or anything for that matter! Fuckin hells…” You squeak out.

He must sense your racing heart and relents, pulling his hand away. “Fine… let's come to an agreement. You keep your hands out of my hair as irresistible as it is. I’ll make a better effort to forewarn you of any sudden movements. Deal?”

You grunt and let go of his white curls, hands still shaking from the height you’re at. 

“Oh darling, scared of spiders and now heights…what am I to do with you? Hold on.” You begin to snap at him asking what in the hell he means by both those sentences when his hand engulfs you, tucking you snugly against his shoulder. 

“Ah here we are.” He says lifting his hand away and nudging you to the side with a fingertip. You watch as he puts on a chain necklace. 

When his hand retreats your left staring at it. Did he feel he had a fashion crisis and desperately needed an accessory?

“It’s for you so you feel more… steady. I understand it may be quite daunting to be up so high. And so you quit pulling my hair.” You can tell its hard for him to admit he cares so you quietly thank him and scooch over to wrap an arm around the chain. Instantly you feel more secure.

[sugacoco77]

WIP of my newest G/T projects. Rapheal catching a tiny mouse Tav running through his house~

[undertheleaves]

Cracking open this blog with a wip because there is a chronic lack of g/t for this game. Someone posted on here about there needing to be some content with God!Gale and a small Tav and they're so right

[redmedic]

Kinktober 2024 - Day 6 [Macro/Micro]

This is the most self indulgent piece of this month, and if you guys end up liking it... Please let me know! I will draw a LOT more I can promise that. I love G/T and have drawn it a lot in the past, been desperate to draw it with Bloodweave. Hope you're enjoying the daily uploads so far as well!

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[sm0lprism]

Bite-Sized (16) - A BG3 G/t Fanfic

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

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Summary: Ria forages outside the outskirts of camp and encounters an unusual man who has connections to Astarion. Astarion remains alone in his tent, working on something important that he doesn't want anyone else to know about and continues to push down his growing feelings for Ria.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav/oc) (slow-burn)

Warnings: No major warnings for this chapter (PG)

Word count: 3.5k

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Several days had passed since the events of the tiefling party. Ria and her giant companions had gone down the Risen Road which led to the Mountain Pass, as Lae’zel was still adamant that they reach the githyanki creche to be purified from their parasites. Since her tent had been destroyed, Ria had been spending her nights in Shadowheart’s tent. Astarion had not offered for her to spend the night in his tent since she had last been there, and a part of her was still embarrassed to look his way. A large part of her was disgusted with her romantic thoughts of the vampire spawn, considering everything that had happened between them. For now, she decided it was best to keep her distance from him as much as she could for her own sake.  

The past few days also revealed that a strange dream visitor, who happened to be inhabiting the strange artefact that Shadowheart had in her possession, was the one responsible for preventing her companions from completing their illithid transformation. The dream visitor offered them great power, if only they embraced the parasite and consumed more like it. Her companions were for the most part hesitant about embracing these illithid powers, except for Astarion. He seemed more eager to gobble up more of the worms if they stumbled across them, which made her stomach turn in horror.  

The dream visitor wasn’t the only surprise that was in store for them. Gale made a shocking revelation to the entire group that he was essentially carrying a ticking time bomb in his chest – the Netherese Orb, which could explode at any given time. The orb could be sated temporarily if Gale consumed a magical artefact, much to everyone’s relief. Provided the wizard was given enough of these artefacts, the powerful orb inside his chest would be quiet for the time being.

It was unsettling to say the least, with an entire group of giants that could transform into mind flayers if a mysterious dream visitor so willed it, and a certain wizard could trigger an explosion that could level an entire city if he was excited too much. Ria had no idea how she had ended up in such a predicament, but she knew that this was still her best shot at finding more of her kind and it would hopefully put an end to the atrocities that Araj was inflicting on other borrowers like her.

The white dog, Scratch, and the owlbear cub kept their distance as Halsin had promised. It amazed her that the archdruid was able to influence the animals to not bother her in such a seamless way, and she was grateful that he had decided to travel with their group.  

It took a few days for the group to reach the Mountain Pass. During this time, Ria continued to hone her skills with Lae’zel, although the gith was becoming more distracted with each passing day as they neared the location of the creche. The group eventually arrived at the Rosymorn Monastery, the place where the githyanki creche dwelled. Lae’zel had warned Ria that a gith creche was no place for a borrower, and while her combat skills had been improving, it still wasn’t worth the risk of taking her there.

Now she was left alone in camp with Halsin, Astarion, Scratch, and the owlbear cub while the rest of the group sought out the creche. Astarion wasn’t keen on going as he insisted that he had something important that needed completing. When questioned, Astarion was incredibly vague and dodged the questions thrown at him and kept to his tent. Ria was surprised that he didn’t go along to the creche with everyone else, but she wasn’t willing to ask him any further questions about the subject.

Ria decided that she would keep herself busy by foraging for some food away from camp while the others were at the creche. While it was no hindrance to her giant companions that she had miniscule portions of their rations, Ria wanted to find some food of her own that she was more accustomed to eating. It had been such a long time since she had gathered food for herself that she found a part of her that almost missed the independence.

The soft rays of the afternoon sun shone fiercely on Ria’s back as she flitted across a patch of sunflowers. She picked up any discarded sunflower seeds that she could find and placed them securely into her small bag that was slung across her shoulder. Sunflower seeds were not only delicious, but they were a good source of protein and just a single seed was more than enough for a borrower to eat.

For a moment, Ria found herself almost completely free of any worry or stress as she focused on gathering the sunflower seeds. She allowed herself to momentarily forget about her entire predicament and just enjoy the feeling of the sun against her back and the pleasant smells of the sunflowers towering over her. It was a small moment of peace that she had been craving for quite some time now.

She gathered one last seed and secured it into her pack as she exhaled deeply. There were now enough seeds to last her many days, even weeks. While she appreciated Gale’s efforts into incorporating more vegetables into the camp dinners due to her dietary choices, the wizard was clearly not familiar with cooking plants as much as he was with meat. Having the sunflower seeds would especially come in handy for those evenings and for throughout the day.

A rumbling tremor that shook through the earth quickly rattled her out of her thoughts. Sucking in a sharp breath, she remained frozen in place as more small earthquakes vibrated through the ground. She hoped with every fibre in her being that it was Astarion or Halsin that was causing the tremors.

I don’t want to stick around long enough to find out.

She frantically scanned her surroundings, attempting to find somewhere, anywhere, where she could potentially hide. The sunflowers themselves offered very little cover and she internally cursed at herself for not thinking of securing a possible hiding spot earlier. Admittedly, she was surprised that anyone else was out in the Mountain Pass, considering that Halsin had said it was a more difficult route to undertake than the Underdark. Still, of course, that didn’t completely rule out other people from being there.

The booming footfalls approached ever closer and panic was truly starting to settle in the pit of her stomach. She had to move fast if she wanted to avoid the owner of whoever was causing the tremors. Her breathing coming out in short gasps, she bolted from her cover of sunflowers and made a beeline to a cluster of bushes not that far ahead. Well, not far for someone of human size, but for a borrower it was a considerable distance. But, if she ran quickly enough, she could make it.

“Oh, what do we have here?”

Her heart almost caught in her throat as she was suddenly faced with an enormous boot, the impact sending her reeling backwards as she was thrown onto her backside. Craning her neck upwards, she was faced with a giant human man who was staring down at her curiously. The human man had long light brown hair that fell past his shoulders, some of which was braided, and his face was decorated with a moustache that curled inwards on its corners and short beard that completely covered his chin.

“Ah! A borrower!” The man exclaimed, his face practically lighting up as he continued to stare down at Ria’s trembling form. “You are exactly what I need.”

Her jaw slacked, frozen in a silent scream, as her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

No, this can’t be happening. Please, no, no, no.

“N-no, I am not,” she retorted before she could stop the words from slipping past her tongue. “Trust me, you do not want me.”

The man’s expression almost softened, his eyes glazed over with an almost apologetic look to him.

“I am deeply sorry for what I am about to do,” he said gently. “But I promise that I will let you go once all of this is over. Please understand that I will not bring you a great deal of harm.”

Not bring a great deal of harm? What does he want to do to me?!

“You are not getting me!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, stumbling to her feet somewhat feverishly as if her legs were made from jelly. “Leave me alone!”

Her fear rose like a tidal wave as she turned on her heel to run for her life. Unfortunately, her attempts at an escape were fruitless as the human man simply scooped her up into his hand with hardly any effort. His large fingers had her arms pinned to her sides as they wrapped around her body, making access to her tiny dagger near impossible.

The man now had her enclosed in his fist and he slowly lifted her up to his face, his gentle gaze washing over her frame.

“My name is Gandrel,” he said, his voice lowered considerably. “I am a Gur, a monster hunter, tracking an elusive vampire spawn that attacked my village. I seek no ill will towards you, and I promise you that you will be safe after all of this is done. But I need you to help me find him.”

Her struggling immediately ceased as the words fell out of his mouth.

“A vampire spawn?” she echoed.

“Yes,” he answered softly. “He goes by the name Astarion. I had initially gone to the hag’s teahouse in hopes that she could perhaps help me in tracking the creature, but it seems that another group of adventurers had beaten me to her cottage as she was gone by the time I got there. I then sought out the Mountain Pass once I heard that there had been numerous bandits that had been mysteriously drained of their blood in the area, likely the work of a vampire. That is where you will come in.”

Ria’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. She almost couldn’t believe what was happening. She knew little of Astarion’s past, other than his enslavement to Cazador, so this new information was a shocking revelation. Still, she wasn’t about to reveal that she knew Astarion. This man’s intentions for Astarion were clearly not friendly if he had in fact attacked Gandrel’s village.   

“Why do you want me?” she croaked.

“Vampires find borrower blood irresistible,” Gandrel answered. “I will only need a mere few drops of your blood, and that should be plenty to lure him out. With sundown approaching, it will only be a matter of time before the spawn reveals himself, and when he does, I will be ready to capture him and take him back to Baldur’s Gate.”

Ria narrowed her eyes at the giant man. “And if I refuse?”

Gandrel pressed his lips together thinly, his brows knitting together as his gaze softened.

“I’m so sorry, but I’m not going to give you a choice. Please understand that this isn’t personal, and I will only draw a small amount of blood.”

Ria’s face paled upon hearing his blunt statement. Guilt tainted Gandrel’s face as his eyes darted nervously across her, a silent plea for forgiveness seared into his expression. It was painfully obvious that he did not want to do this, but it seemed that capturing Astarion was of the utmost importance to him, and it only made her wonder exactly what the pale elf had done to his camp that made him resort to this method of using her blood.

“T-there is no vampire spawn out here,” she quickly said, attempting to think of some lie she could spout to throw him off. “If there was, I would’ve been eaten by now.”

Gandrel faltered, his eyebrows raised as he considered her words.

“Well, that is certainly a good point,” he answered slowly. “But it is still daylight. A vampire, spawn or not, cannot traverse in the sun, but come nightfall it will be a different story.”

She exhaled deeply through her nose as her brain tried to think of another excuse. The Gur was adamant on not letting her go. She feared that no matter what she said it wouldn’t make a difference.

Gods, whatever Astarion did, it must’ve been bad to have this Gur hunt him down.

“I promise I will not let him harm you,” he said gently. “Once I have him secured, I will let you go and heal any wounds that you may have. You have my word.”

Ria gritted her teeth in frustration, wanting now more than ever to summon her magic once more, but she was met with nothing.

“I guess I don’t have a choice,” she muttered bitterly.

Gandrel breathed a heavy sigh. “I’m afraid not.”

Astarion wetted his lips as he seamlessly pierced his sewing needle through the miniature piece of fabric that he was holding tenderly in his hand. His eyes squinted ever so slightly as he continued his work, the needle glinting in the small spots of sunlight that had filtered through the entrance of his tent.

Due to the events that had transpired at the Goblin Camp, a feeling of guilt had begun to fester deep inside him as they had traversed through the Mountain Pass. Ria had been going about each day in the same rags that she had arrived in, and thanks to him, her clothing had been ruined further due to the lashing of beer that she had been dunked in and the fact that she had taken a thorough trip inside his mouth against her will. He felt that making her some new clothes would be a better way at apologising, and it would further prove to his companions that his intentions on eating her were long gone.

He was silently grateful that years of repairing his own clothing under Cazador’s rule had made him a rather good tailor, and coupled with his enhanced vampiric sight, he was able to craft some decent borrower sized clothing for Ria. It was made of a few different pieces of fabric that he had fashioned together from bandits that they had encountered on their travels and it was certainly more durable than Ria’s current outfit.

He had created a new top and pants for the borrower, as well as a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved top. As he pulled the last needle through the thread, he quietly admired his handiwork and held the garments proudly in his hand. He hoped Ria would like the new clothing he had created for her.

Wait…why do I WANT her to like them? I couldn’t care less about what she thinks.

Growling under his breath, he placed his sewing equipment away into a small bag inside his tent and pushed the feelings of the borrower out of his mind. Instead of doing this, he should’ve been planning his next manipulation tactic on his oblivious companions. It was painfully obvious there was still mistrust amongst him and the others, and he had failed to seduce anyone to provide him with a net of safety and protection. With Ria’s presence in the camp, he had found himself distracted and somewhat thrown off from his usual methods of seduction. It had been so easy for him when he had been luring in his chosen victims for Cazador, but now, he oddly found himself thinking about the borrower more than his nice simple plan that he had been carefully constructing since the nautiloid crash.

He had been originally planning on seducing Lae’zel some time ago, but the gith was rather formidable with her dominating presence and harsh demeanour – as well as the fact that she had almost filleted him when the entire group had thought that he had eaten Ria. It seemed it would be much safer for him if he kept his distance from her.

Wyll was an excellent choice, as not only did Astarion find him incredibly attractive (especially with his flattering set of horns that adorned his head), but he was righteous and no doubt would protect him from Cazador in a heartbeat if he managed to weave his methods of manipulation into the Blade of Frontiers. Alas, it wasn’t as easy as that – Wyll was certainly the type of man to have sex after marriage (as Lae’zel had failed to sleep with Wyll during the night of the tiefling party and instead the gith had to listen to him talk throughout the night), which, unfortunately, would not work in Astarion’s grand master plan.

That only left him with a few other options. Shadowheart and Karlach were quite clearly smitten with one another, and while he found both women alluring, he wasn’t ready to come in between them especially when Karlach could easily incinerate him.

Gale wasn’t a bad choice either. The wizard was clearly powerful, and Astarion couldn’t deny that he was handsome. But unfortunately, whenever Gale opened his mouth Astarion could feel years of his immortal life leave his body. The wizard, quite frankly, annoyed him most of the time. Not to mention there was the issue of the orb – there was no way he wanted to risk a catastrophic explosion if he so much as excited the wizard.

The most recent addition to their group, the archdruid Halsin, was becoming more appealing to him each day. The druid was clearly strong and powerful, but he felt that the druid most likely wouldn’t approve of his feeding habits.

And with all of that, the only person who he had managed to seduce was the only one who couldn’t protect him.

Why is it that I have only been able to charm the shortest person in the party? I wasn’t even trying with Ria, and yet she is clearly smitten. Have my skills declined that badly?

Astarion silently cursed himself for his bad luck. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to manipulate the others – if he proved that he was trustworthy and useful, they could still offer him protection later down the line.

There is no use dwelling on it now. I should find her and give these new clothes to her.

As he gathered himself to his feet, a jagged pain shot through his abdomen and he winced. It had been a few days since he had last fed and his stomach was beginning to grumble. He needed to find some fresh blood before he found Ria.

Clutching his now growling stomach, he gently slipped the articles of clothing underneath his armour as he emerged out of his tent with haste. He didn’t want to waste any time in finding something to eat.

Halsin was on the opposite side of the camp and was entertaining the other new additions to their group, Scratch the dog and the owlbear cub.

“I’m going hunting,” Astarion announced to the archdruid.

Halsin’s warm gaze flitted over to the vampire spawn. “Ah, of course. Enjoy yourself, Astarion.”

Just as he was about to turn to leave, he paused and chewed the bottom of his lip.

“Have you seen Ria?” he asked.

Halsin raised an eyebrow, staring at the pale elf with interest. “Why do you want to know where she is?”

Astarion’s gaze nervously darted away to the floor and he cleared his throat.

“No reason. I just haven’t seen her in a while.”

“She is out foraging.”

“Ah. Right.”

A moment of awkward silence passed between the two elves as neither said anything.

“You care about her,” Halsin said, breaking the silence.

A horrified expression quickly spread across Astarion’s face as he realised what Halsin had just said.

“Oh please, you are utterly deranged if you think I care for her even slightly,” Astarion retorted, feeling rather flustered that the archdruid would even suggest such a thing.

The tall elf simply chuckled in response to his outburst.

“I have seen the way your gaze lingers over her small frame. And she even told me herself that you have even saved her life on numerous occasions now; which I find remarkable considering how you almost tried to eat her during your first encounter.”

Astarion’s lip curled back to reveal his fangs and a low growl vibrated in the back of his throat.

“Don’t tell me how I feel about her, druid. I could never feel that way about a borrower. Since when were you the expert on relationships?”

“I have had many lovers,” Halsin replied calmly. “And there have been some of them that have been much smaller in stature.”

“You have had a relationship with a borrower?” Astarion spluttered, utterly horrified, but, knowing Halsin, it wasn’t all that surprising.

“Of course.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “If you want any advice, Astarion, I can-“

“No, that will most certainly not be necessary,” Astarion interrupted before Halsin could finish his sentence. “It’s been a delight talking to you, but I’m afraid if I stay here any longer, I’ll have to sink my teeth into that owlbear cub.”

Astarion quickly left without another word, not even bothering to look back as he sauntered into the cover of the forest, silently cursing the archdruid under his breath.

[thenopequeen]

If I could draw, I would draw my Tav, who is a gnome illusion wizard, (only because the vanilla game had no option to make an extra small goblin like she was in the dnd campaign where I first played her) playing around with enlarge/reduce.

Specifically; reducing Halsin, and when he's still taller at 3.5 ft, enlarging herself to a whole 4 ft and being the big spoon for once.

And then doing it the other way; making him 14 ft tall and her about 1 ft, and being cradled ever so gently in his hands.

But I can't, so the image has to stay in my head. Tragic

[rainydaygt]

can someone please draw/write god gale god sized with tav in his hands before i lose my mind

[tagerrkix]

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