#bg3 roleplay 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.

[heartaces]

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ASTARION EDITION ⟶ part one

“there is a time and place for violence. i mean - this place is perfect. but is it the time?”

“heaven forbid. we’re all entitled to our secrets.”

“sitting by the fire while you do all the hard work sounds marvelous, actually.”

“couldn’t you wait ten minutes before being an absolute freak?”

“you’re welcome to try and kill me, of course. but i don’t die easily these days.”

“ugh, don’t be so nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back.”

“a horrible death is always just around the corner with you.”

“stabbing someone a dozen times can be many things. but ‘the right thing to do’? hm, i doubt it.”

“immortality is only as good as the life you’re living. an eternity of luxury sounds a lot better than an eternity of struggle.”

“what are you doing? this isn’t safe. you can’t trust him.”

“look, i’m a not a details person, all right. but turning up and causing chaos has worked for us so far.”

“they were clearly artists. you can tell because it’s a mess in here.”

“you know, there is a point where bravery becomes stupidity. and walking into that thing would be very, very stupid.”

“i’ve had enough of bad poets singing of my looks - urgh.”

“is the plant bothering you?”

“until then, try not to die.”

“oh yes, i’m fine. i just feel… awful.”

“shut that oversized chicken up.”

“you know, the only way to cure temptation… is to give in to it.”

“next time, just warn me before you do something stupid.”

“there certainly is a strong ambience down here. i don’t know if it’s the bats or the decaying - everything. it’s quite homey.”

“it’s nice to see heroes are as awful as the rest of us.”

“unusually polite for a god.”

“of all the places you dragged me, this might just be the most foul. and that is saying something, given some of the things you exposed me to.”

“i mean, i hate to judge the proverbial book, but that oath may be all cover and no pages.”

“a shapeshifter? it could be anyone. i mean - it’s not me. but it could be anyone else.”

“sometimes we need to think with our heads before our knifes, dear.”

“you could watch for anyone acting strangely, but - well, you know the lunatics we camp with.”

“thank you. for being that evil bastard.”

“can you feel that? the dark, it’s - hungry. best watch the shadows.”

“this place brings back the worst memories.”

“well, that’s disturbing. still, better than having an actual conversation with him though.”

“oh no. not again.”

“honestly, just once, could we end up somewhere normal?”

“i prefer to travel in smaller groups. it’s more… intimate.”

“nice as it is, she still doesn’t have the best hair in the camp.”

“thank goodness. i was worried i’d have to get involved. now, let’s keep our hands to ourselves.”

“i much prefer it when i’m the one prowling in the shadows - about to strike.”

“ah, nothing says ‘true love’ like faking your own death to avoid someone.”

“you’re not going to eviscerate him? i was hoping for a show.”

“it’s just a waste of a perfectly good cult we could be controlling.”

“can you - ugh, can you shut up and let me read?”

“i hate to be negative. but they’ll carve you up like a goose.”

“my, she sounds positively demented. i love it. let’s tell her everything.”

“you villain. i didn’t know you had it in you.”

“a well-presented face can open a lot of doors.”

“hardly a promising introduction.”

“do you mind? i’m brooding.”

“i’d rather be the only dark power inside your body, if it’s all the same to you.”

“easy now, let’s not do anything hilarious.” 

“i’m with you, my dear. wherever this leads.” 

“i appreciate anyone who opens a conversation with bodily harm.” 

“nothing like a little camp drama to spice up the evening.” 

“it’s almost a pity things ended up amicably.”

“what do you see when you look at me?”

“i would’ve liked more for my trouble than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.”

“do you have any other chaos you need to unleash here?”

“all i want is a little fun. is that so much to ask?” 

“don’t be so sour. i like a good time as much as anyone.” 

“this seems like a lovely little spot. the sense of impending doom aside.”

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART SIX

leave us in peace and we shall leave you in kind.

cut the crap.

we just want to go home.

enough of this charade.

i'll not play pretend anymore.

you'll soon learn what it means to ally yourself with the likes of this garbage.

i'm free now, and i'm never going back.

fuck them.

felt good letting off a little steam.

if i burn any hotter, i might explode.

don't get too close until i've found a way to calm down.

it's a bit early to be getting into tragic backstories.

let's save the scar-show for later after we've worked up an appetite for tragedy.

in the grand scheme of things, i'm inconsequential [to her].

she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.

it had the makings of a good stage show, but i did not want to be one of the players.

torture, bloodsport? or perhaps just a good old-fashioned walloping?

you owe me nothing.

i could extort you, if that's what you want.

you're teasing me now.

ignorance is alive and well it seems.

don't make me get the wooden spoon.

you'd best have one hells of an apology for me.

if you think your precious little god holds any power here, you're in for a surprise.

do you treat all your guests so poorly?

i don't like busybodies.

you are as thick as they come.

are you telling me you made love to a goddess?

i shared a bed with a goddess and yet i wasn't satisfied.

shall i share the story behind it or would you rather head straight to its sordid finale?

how are you still alive?

we've come this far together and we'll continue on together.

even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.

i'll rip your spine out of your asshole.

i'll use your blood to spice my stew.

i'll keep you alive until i've sucked the marrow from your bones.

killing me is a waste of time.

you bastard, you ruined everything.

this is an interesting way of thanking me.

a slap is all you deserve.

a hag was never going to help you.

they don't help anyone but themselves.

that double-crossing, filthy, lying hag.

focus on the positive.

forgive the aroma.

perhaps that is why i have survived so long where more fearsome peers have not.

your loyalty is admirable but misplaced.

his kind have charm beyond our mortal means to resist.

who'd keep a secret like that from his friends?

you can't trust anyone these days.

even in the middle of nowhere, he can reach me.

why do you insist on exhuming the past?

people think the biggest threat to a vampire is a cleric with a stake.

they're scheming, paranoid, power-hungry beasts.

i am what i must be, says what i must be.

how does it feel to be a devil?

i can't tell if you're being silly or serious.

you have to admire the man's ambition.

i promise i will not betray your trust.

you kept me by your side despite the menace i am.

i learned quick how to stay alive.

to feel invincible again.

this isn't where i thought i'd end up.

maybe when this is all done, you can show me where you came from.

i'm not normally one to begrudge someone their secrets, but..

i'm already blessed to have you at my side.

don't you cut a fine figure.

i am not some lower city coinlad offering you a tumble.

there is nothing so depressing as learning one's true value.

i could use someone with your skills.

they're ravenous predators with fangs like daggers.

it's hardly an irrational fear to harbor.

you've been decent to me, so far.

everyone's got their own fears.

maybe that's what i like about you.

all of this was for nothing.

if you're here to help, get to the fight quickly.

gods, i thought you were one of those beasts.

i'm not chasing after it, if that's what you're thinking.

the little beast's charming once you get accustomed to the smell of rotting flesh.

[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!"

[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."

[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.

[defiedfate]

like for something from Vesper.

[storyshifter]

Kaelen starter

The sun had just begun to set, the skies colours only just beginning to change, though it would get dark fairly soon so the safest bet was to set camp now and continue on by morning.

Kaelen had helped gather wood to burn for the fire and once she figured they had enough to keep it going a while she sat by it, sitting in the opposite direction of any wind so she could avoid getting smoke in their eyes while enjoying the warmth and watching the flicker of the flames.

They found it oddly calming to just watch the flames burn away at the wood, cracking stick apart and bark off logs while it all turned to ash and charcoal. That and the light of the dancing flames was just a pretty sight.

Then, thinking the evening was getting too quiet with nothing but the crackling fire and soft chatter of a few companions, kaelen brought out her lyre for a soft melody. The sound of the strings' rhythm made for good background noise more than crickets randomly chirping at odd moments around the camp.

Of course if anyone had any requests, kaelen was always more than happy to hear them out. They not everyone enjoyed music all that much so they wouldn't be surprised if one of those requests was to stop playing all together.

At least it was the lyre and not the violin this evening. Lae'zel didn't seem all that fond of the noise it made when she was tuning it before.

[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.

[heartaces]

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 GALE EDITION ⟶ part one

“charming. hell is truly where we make it.” 

“all right, let that anger out however you see fit.” 

“i think i’ll need a drink with the rest of that story.”

“better safe than, well, dead.” 

“i see the art of eloquence is alive and well.”

“i’m awed, impressed, and a little bit scared of you right now.” 

“let’s try to be diplomatic, shall we?” 

“the dignified thing for me to say is ‘no, of course not. forthrightness before all’, but honestly? yes… i would have rather you lied.”

“you and i have very different definitions of right and wrong.”

“given my propensity towards verbosity, it surely can’t be a surprise that i have a practised tongue.” 

“if you think you know best, go right ahead.” 

“allow me to live dangerously while i still can.” 

“if you use that knife, i will incinerate you.” 

“sweet that you care enough to murder me… mind me if you don’t?”

“i’m an open book, requiring only your gentle hands to turn my pages.”

“oh, now that can’t be comfortable. especially for the corpses.”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but i think i’ve just lost all respect for you.”

“hmm… good back support, but a little too tyrannical for my taste.” 

“we all have our quirks when it comes to using magic. some more than others.”

“ha, you truly are testing the patience of a man who could level a city if he wished, you know.”

“i find you quite irresistible. even illuminated by such rotten light as this place produces.”

“i hope i didn’t make too much of an ass of myself just now.”

“that’s… it? she ‘annoyed you’? if that was just cause for killing someone i’d be dead a thousand times over!”

“might i suggest that was a little too easy?”

“well, this seems as good a time as any for me to stop babbling on.”

“the hand that feeds is the hand that’s loved. it’ll never leave your side now.” 

“stop licking the damn thing!” 

“i hope it has been made abundantly clear that to kill me is… counterproductive.”

“a little premature for us to start celebrating, i suppose.” 

“there is poetry to be found in even the dingiest of holes.” 

“destroying magic like this was my bread and butter.”

“generosity is always a noble virtue - whether it be in the streets, at the charity box, or betwixt the sheets.”

 “not how i would’ve done it.”

“i suppose such wicked killers deserve wicked ends.” 

“oh, i do apologize. i meant: are you studied in magic? namely: are you a wizard? which you are not.”

“your hide, your choice. not quite my cup of tea, though.” 

“wonderful! the more, the merrier.” 

“as an expert on the subject - i’d like to point out that blowing oneself up is never the solution.”

“i have a cat, a library, and a weakness for a good glass of wine. and if the mood takes me, i’m known to try my hand at poetry.” 

“how about now you make him kiss your feet next?”

“she’s, erm, perhaps a little rough around the edges… but i suppose i can be smooth enough for two.” 

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART ONE

i think you're past the point of saving.

together we might survive.

get me out of this damn thing.

we have no time for stragglers.

do you intend to die for a stranger?

i thought that damn thing was going to be my coffin.

you keep dangerous company.

we can watch each other's backs along the way.

enough of this chatter.

who put you in charge?

i'll trust my own judgement.

a miracle, given everything you've been through.

it'll all be for nothing if you don't find help soon.

you're alive. i'm alive. how is this possible?

seems like we're the lucky ones, judging by all the corpses strewn about.

anything's an improvement on where we just came from.

'we'? you want to stay together?

we need each other.

i can't think of better company.

i wanted to thank you again.

you should be furious, shouldn't you?

kill it yourself — you look capable enough.

i was hoping for a kind soul.

let's try to keep that lovely neck of yours in one piece.

no need for this to get messy.

i need her alive.

and to think i was ready to decorate the ground with your innards.

please, allow me to introduce myself.

of course it'll turn me into a monster.

you should travel with me.

our odds are better together.

i was ready to go this alone.

maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea.

you seem like a useful person to know.

let's hope any future acquaintances don't hold a blade to your throat by way of introduction.

no harm in a little mystery.

conversation shouldn't be made, it should be grown.

maybe i'd like to get to know you better.

i'm usually better at this.

couldn't have phrased it more repellently myself.

you don't happen to be a cleric, by any chance? a doctor, surgeon? uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?

it's not exactly a common affliction.

a parasite shared is a parasite halved.

you're both twice as tall as me but have half the bloody backbone.

no point getting killed.

second worm gets the cheese and all.

nobody's getting any damn cheese.

she obviously sees your kindness as weakness.

don't let her take advantage.

a simply 'thank you' wouldn't go amiss.

your friends abandoned you.

i've got plenty of friends who aren't soft.

let's just hope she reserves those impulses for any common foes.

what a curious way to awaken.

what is the worth of a single mortal's life?

something the matter?

you must have thoughts about our little stowaways.

thinking about it won't help.

i suppose we'd go our separate ways — not a slight on your company, of course.

no reason for us to not stay together if we get on well.

if we do survive, we'll have separate lives to return to.

let's just say it's a very person, very private acquaintance.

you're not the kind of company i'd keep willingly.

perhaps i'll return the favor at some point.

she's delightful, in a very 'look at me twice and i'll dismember you' kind of way.

i understand much beyond your comprehension.

you'd do well to observe more and question less.

and they didn't cut you from navel to neck?

i am still getting used to people like you.

that large, fleshy nose of yours looks like a mistake.

best to keep quiet, lest any drivel leak from your lips.

i do not intend to stay long in this place.

may your actions express the same mettle.

anomalies lead to surprises.

what hasn't happened may yet come to pass.

not a collaboration i'd have anticipated.

can't you tell me something real about you?

i have a great respect for privacy, especially my own.

i have a very disciplined mind.

those tricks won't work on me.

please don't try that again unless i invite you to.

we meet again, as predicted.

care to explain why you're helping me?

what kind of services can a skeleton offer?

a monster forms inside us, and you care to be idle?

i knew your kind to be fragile.

don't you know an exhausted warrior is an ineffective one?

it's a thickheaded notion in a complex circumstance.

what were you two talking about?

if that was any of your business, we'd have called you over.

your business is mine.

we're entwined.

if we're to survive, we need to trust each other.

you seem reliable.

we're overdue some good fortune.

[moreinterestingtimes]

“What a tasty little morsel you are.” There was a pause as he ran his tattooed hand across his face, his fingers brushing his lips “Don’t worry. I don’t bite. Much.”

[midnighttaverns]

ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥: : (Modern Verse) Vixen has completely forgotten about something important to (Your Muse). She has no clue what it is, so she tries to play it off

𝔻𝕪𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕔: Partners or close friends

𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠: All

The young woman had walked into the space, opening a bottle of pain killers. She looked tired and frustrated. "Hey. Where have you been all day? I tried calling you when I got off work like twice." Her tone made it seem like it was just a normal Monday afternoon. Clearly, she wasn't tracking anything important. "Whatever, you want to go to that taco place down on Main Street? I haven't eaten all fuckin day."

@indiestarter

[0bsidian0ddity]

{Starter Call}

[Dearest mutuals, like this for a starter. For multimuse accounts, reply with whichever muse you'd like a starter for. If you have a side blog, feel free to reply with that url. Happy writing!]

[askascendedastarion]

"You can't do this!"

“I.. can’t? Who are you tell me what to do?” Astarion hovered above you, one hand firmly placed on your chest to keep you down against the sofa. He was sick and tired of you refusing his attempts to make you a spawn, and finally, once he thought he had to convinced that it was the best thing for you both you tell him he can’t?