#bg3 tav introduction

[riense]

- Apologies, I’m usually better at this

- At introductions?

- At magic

[artbymesa]

I'm normal about the wizard I promise

Larian can't hurt me with Gale's slow burn romance if I contribute to the pain

From the line he gives us, it seems Tara did the thinking in the way of using magic items. So the idea that Mr. Hermit never considered asking this of a person didn't feel like much of a stretch 🤣

Okay but joking aside, this idea occurred to me and I just. Needed to exorcise it out of my brain. I knew it wouldn't leave me alone until it existed outside of me lol

As tragic as Mystra's charge is, as far as I can tell Gale seems to avoid reciprocating Tav's advances until he's given it since.... y'know, he might not be around much longer;;;

The way Gale shakes in camp absolutely wrecks me. And I wanted so bad to help him more between when the last item stopped working and when he gets the charge. To do something for him, even if it was a temporary comfort (maybe lose a spell slot or two that day from the cost of something like this?). Larian has already done so, so much in the way of camp interactions like the ones with Astarion (the mirror, the scars, etc) and I am so thoroughly grateful and impressed with what we already get but aeugh, I WANT it haha

Small cameo from @chocolatefrizz89's durge on that last page since this is a multiplayer run~!

[bittersweet-mojo]

we all had a really normal time at the goblin camp

[dekariosclan]

*Gale and illithid Tav, holding hands and standing in front of Gale’s mother, Morena, as Gale finishes introducing them as his betrothed*

Gale: …in conclusion, mother, I know you will be as delighted as I am to welcome my darling Tav into the family (affectionately kisses Tav on the forehead)

Morena (visibly stunned, speechless):…

Tav (telepathically, tentacles quivering nervously): It’s an honor to finally meet you, Mrs. Dekarios.

Gale: My love, there’s no need for such formality! (laughing gently) You may address my mother as ‘Morena’ from here on out, and—

Morena: GALE DEKARIOS, have you absolutely lost your mind?? (shaking with anger) I’ve heard barely a peep from you for over a year, you show up here with no prior warning, you bring your illithid betrothed to meet me, and you dare to state that they may casually address me as ‘Morena’?? What in all the hells can you possibly be thinking?!

Gale (shocked, confused):…mother, I—I thought you would be delighted—Tav is the love of my life, and—

Morena: Not another WORD (turns to Tav)

Tav:…

Morena (throwing both arms around them, pulling them into a warm hug): Oh my dear, I DO apologize for my son’s absolutely dreadful manners! Telling you to call me ‘Morena’—what absolute NONSENSE, you must address me as ‘Mother’ from this moment on, I will accept nothing less, you’re a part of the family now!! (grabs Tav’s clawed hand, starts pulling them into the house eagerly, leaving Gale standing there blinking) I INSIST you tell me everything about how you two met, I want to hear it all! TARA!! (shouting down the hallway) Tara, do come out and meet Gale’s stunning betrothed! Our little Gale is finally getting married!!

[garnetdawn]

#6 for Horath

6. How would the player go about meeting them in Act 1? What is their introduction?

Oh man, the player would find Horath in the blighted village, sitting there, wearing a damaged red n black drow armor and looking kinda defeated but hiding it as much as he can. He'd be grumpy but introduces himself as an artificer not at his prime and joins the band under the good ol' reason "we have the same disease n need a healer" He'd start off with a "broken leg" condition that limits his movement speed a little. The nautiloid situation left one of his prosthetics broken and he lacks the means to fix it, as it needs an adamantine part. Having been abducted by the flying squid ship right after stepping a foot outside the caves for the first time, he's not very optimistic about the surface and wants to go back down.

Talking more to him reveals he had sensed a way back to the underdark through that well, but the spider matriarch jumped on him and he just ran back outside.

Taking him to kill the spider matriarch would have two interactions, one as the player approaches the spider, he'll show genuine fear towards fighting it, but can be reassured it will be okay (or called a coward lol) After defeating the spider he'll rejoice in having it dead, with some checks probably the player could learn here that his paranoia is a religious one. He's been freshly forsaken from the Spider Queen and fears retribution from her. So killing this big spider is a little symbolic boost of confidence.

And yes his broken leg thing would tie with the Grymforge. Horath would be extremely invested in the clues of that mystery because it means he'll have a way to fix his leg. He'd also feel very giddy about being the one to find it after so many drow failed. Taking Horath to the forge would have him fix his leg condition and he'd make a couple special explosives for the player too as a thank you.

[mauvedraws]

Name: V'nemre ("Nem" for short)

Race: githyanki

Class: (ex)-cleric of Vlaakith (it's complicated :-/ )

((more under the cut ))

Eyes: slight heterochromia, with her right eye a pale blue "opal" and her left (often hidden in the shadow of her loose hair) a pale green "opal"

Hair: dark black with a slight raven/blue tint in some lighting; braided on her righthand side

Skin: her githyanki markings (I call them frog spots, does anyone else(?)) are somewhat similar to Lae'zel's and others seen in game, but her more defining markings are those across the bridge of her nose and spanning the tops of her ears

Scars: a thin slice down her right cheek from days spent learning under her creche's sa'varsh, courtesy of a zealous peer with quicker reflexes

Accessories: both ears have been pierced in multiple locations with small gold or silver rings in a slight alternating pattern; she also wears metallic eyeshadow in a gold similar to both her earrings and the small details of her irises

((spoilers for act 2, I'm mid act 3 as of writing this))

Following their rift with Vlaakith, Lae'zel and V'nemre both struggle to shift their view of the world knowing what they now know about their queen. On more than a few occasions, the pair found themselves sitting together in silence as the rest of their companions slept, unable to put words to the thoughts running wild in their heads.

Nem struggles particularly in corralling her clerical abilities now that her trust in Vlaakith has been shattered, calling to question how she hasn't been cut off from the source of these abilities altogether. Nem begins hoarding potions of healing for the party in an attempt to squash thoughts of self-doubt following multiple ambushes from Vlaakith's forces, and she finds that 'guidance' in particular to fumble the desired outcome more often than not. She falls further into her soldier roots, but is constantly reminded why hand to hand combat has always been her last resort.

If you've read through all of this, thank you! I'm trying to get into a better habit of sharing about my characters rather than being too embarrassed and just keeping them locked tight in my thoughts 😅

Are there any other githyanki clerics out there I should know about? 👀 I would love to see some githyanki tavs or tavs you have that you think might get along with Nem!

dividers by cafekitsune

[thesuprememe]

Sol at camp

[coldtortelloni]

this is how it went fresh off the nautiloid with my tav in our multiplayer save

[moyashidoodles]

Pidge’s soul site has an interesting side effect of showing her buffs and debuffs attached to people’s souls. In Gale’s case… she was legit freaked out of him on sight and that was compounded by him being a dreaded WIZARD. Eww. They have cooties (Pidge’s mother taught her to fear and avoid wizards for control reasons blah blah OC lore).

More sketch less inking adventures care of Pidge! My lines felt way less confident today lol.

Who should she run into next?

[csphire]

Just Mouse and his future husband. <3

[firstaidspray]

❤️‍🔥 Anabel Lee ❤️‍🔥

Tiefling ❤️‍🔥 Barbarian ❤️‍🔥 Wildheart

Anabel, oh Anabel...what's there to say? A pretty but ditzy little demon who wished to be a cleric but was just too angry, airheaded, and impatient for it to work. Barbarian would do, she thought with an eye roll when the choice was first made, eventually finding pride in her class but secretly being jealous of Shadowheart's specialty upon meeting her.

Chaotic, charismatic, and lowkey full of anger, Anabel does what she wants when she wants, although she can be easily swayed if you're attractive enough and also some kind of demon. Perhaps...the devil. Like, the actual devil. Her friends hate that she listens to that guy, much less bats her lashes and twirls her tail at him, but hey, they aren't in charge of this operation, now, are they?

[poetic-emptiness-fanfic]

Athenaia Winterbreaker

High-spirited druid who's trying to survive in a dire situation (Baldur's Gate 3 OC).

Full name: Athenaia Winterbreaker

Nicknames: Naia (family and friends), Sunshine (Astarion; at first mockingly, later... not so much xD)

Race: Mephistopheles tiefling

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: 29, turns 30 during the story

Birthday: Marpenoth 7th 1462 DR

Height: 5'7'' / 170 cm

Sexuality: Demisexual (biromantic)

Class: Circle of the Land druid

Origin: Sage

Love interest in game: Astarion Ancunin

Favourite colour: Coral ("living coral", to be precise)

Likes: Nature, helping others, her family & friends, dancing, music, pranks

Dislikes: Injustice & inequality, greed, devils, violence, arrogance, The Dead Three (and their chosen ones)

Major Arcana: The Sun

UPRIGHT: positivity, fun, warmth, success, vitality

REVERSED: inner child, feeling down, overly optimistic

Minor Arcana: Ace of Wands

UPRIGHT: inspiration, new opportunities, growth, potential

REVERSED: an emerging idea, lack of direction, distractions, delays

More info about Athenaia here & here.

Family:

Dante Winterbreaker, née Mournspire (father, alive), relationship: very close

Horus Winterbreaker (father, alive), relationship: very close

Kairon Winterbreaker (younger brother, alive), relationship: very close

Damion Winterbreaker (nephew, alive), relationship: very close

Mordai Mournspire (Dante's father, alive), relationship: close

Hecata Mournspire (Dante's mother, alive), relationship: close

Kallista Mournspire (aunt, alive), relationship: close

Nemeia Mournspire (aunt, alive), relationship: close

Therai Mournspire (uncle, alive), relationship: close

Rowan Winterbreaker (Horus' adoptive mother, alive), relationship: close

Eldrad Winterbreaker (Horus' adoptive parent, alive), relationship: close

Amnon (Horus' biological father, deceased), relationship: non-existent

Sethe (Horus' biological mother, deceased), relationship: non-existent

Athenaia (Horus' biological sister, deceased), relationship: non-existent

(Closest) friends:

Saga (created by @katinlieko): half-wood elf, childhood friend, sisterly bond

Andrius (created by @katinlieko): half-drow, Saga's adoptive brother, also like a brother to Athenaia, bonded especially because of prejudices both face based on their races

Lavinia: halfling, friends since teenage, lots of friendly banter and discussions of music and legends

Nahla: dragonborn, befriended during their druid training, co-runs Green Haven

Athenaia becomes friends with every member of the "brainworm party" during her adventure

Personality: Ambivert with extroverted tendencies, benevolent, patient, persistent, strong-willed, compassionate and curious.

Most of the people would describe Athenaia as a "kind soul". She wants to give everyone a chance, and tries to understand others before judging them. As a druid she respects nature, and does her own part trying to uphold its balance. Athenaia thinks all life is sacred, and therefor all living things should be treated with respect.

Athenaia loves reading, drawing and music. She isn't afraid of singing in front of others, and dances without a shame, even though she's only decent in that. She is ebullient person, and appreciates even small joys of life, but is rather tentative when it comes to seizing a moment, especially if there is a risk involved. Athenaia is devoted to her family, friends and work.

History:

Athenaia is the firstborn of Dante and Horus Winterbreaker. Dante is an ex-con artist turned fine- and locksmith, and Horus is a Manip (equivalent for sergeant) in Flaming Fist. Both of her fathers had difficult childhoods, but their children grew up in safe and loving environment. Athenaia also has close relations to her extended family, and considers Saga's family as part of it.

Athenaia has had druidic powers since birth, and once they manifested (when she was 5 years old), she has trained among a druidic circle operating in Baldur's Gate's nearby forests. Due to her education Athenaia is used to camping and spending lots of time outdoors. She also knows how to fish and hunt. Tending for flora and fauna, as well as healing, became Athenaia's passion, which in time leads to her founding the Green Haven in Lower City.

Witnessing the unfair healthcare system (aka you get treatment if you have money) of Baldur's Gate for all of her life, Athenaia decided to act when she had just become of age. In time, she managed to first rent, then buy a business space and a small apartment above it. With her fellow druid friend, Nahla, Athenaia opened Green Haven, where she and Nahla would treat people in need, using "pay what you can" principle. They also let people hang out in the space, including urchins and beggars. Healing business expanded to selling self-made healing potions and remedies, selling books related to health, and the duo also added coffee shop into the mix. Green Haven is nowadays a public living room and a healing centre, that is well known especially in Lower City (tho sometimes they also get wealthier folk as their customers).

Athenaia hasn't travelled outside of the Sword Coast, but every now and then she has travelled around with her friend Saga, in order to learn new things, especially for their respective jobs and abilities (Saga is a sorcerer). Other than that, Athenaia has lead a rather peaceful life, the biggest action being dire situtations at work. She has faced hardships (both in hometown and elsewhere) because of her race, but Athenaia has refused to give in to bitterness. She chooses kindness every day, and has noticed it has taken her rather far in life.

Athenaia is very happy with her life and doesn't look for any changes to it. Fate has other ideas, when during a night-out with her brother and friends, a mindflayer nautiloid attacks the city, abducting Athenaia and Saga. Getting mindflayer tadpoles into their brains and surviving the crash-landing of the nautiloid, the duo tries to find a way to cure themselves and get back home to their loved ones. They find fellow survivors, and end up becoming appointed leaders of their motley crew. The biggest adventure of Athenaia's life begins...

[weedburglar]

INTRODUCTION

* Hey yall! My name is Mason but you can also call me Mace

* He/Him

* Libra

* INFP

* trans ftm

* autistic :)

* Right now im hyperfixated on Baldurs Gate 3

* My favorite YouTubers are Supermega, Cold Ones, Papa Meat, and Brittany Broski

* Music wise I’m into Joji, Ozzy Osbourne, ICP, Matt Watson, Korn, and Sleep Token

* I cosplay!

* I love to sing it’s such a passion of mine and wish to do something with music in college

* My favorite author/artist is Junji Ito

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FANFICS

I also cross post on ao3 (weedburglar)

People I write for are:

Joe Cooper and Doug Remer (BASEketball)

Joe Young and Dave the lighting guy (Orgazmo)

Kyle Broflovski (South Park post covid)

Astarion and Gale (Baldurs Gate 3)

Stanford and Stan Pines (Gravity Falls)

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Things I will write about:

I’ll really only write x readers but for bg3 if tav is asked for I’ll do it

Smut/BDSM (majority of my work will be this)

Angst

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Legal age gaps (ex: 25 and 50)

Different AU’s

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I’ll also write about triggering topics such as:

Drugs/Alcohol

Mental health

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TRIGGER WARNING

I will NOT write about:

Pregnancy

CNC

Rape

DDLG/B

Pedophilia

Racism

Homophobia/Transphobia

Bestiality

Sexual assault/harassment

Suicide/suicidal ideation/thoughts

Self harm

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Thank you for reading! I take requests and I’ll answer any other questions you have!

[mt07131]

My tavs + reductress headlines

[jaguarsshadow]

𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

As you open your eyes, you find yourself by the side of the river, surrounded by trees. The fresh darkness of dusk hangs between the canopy above your head, the soft glow of an orange setting sun illuminates your field of vision. The soft running of water a few feet away caresses your ears.

You don't really remember what happened. A bunch of wolves, the growl of a dark shadow, and then...nothing. Are you dead? The thought leaves you much calmer in this moment then it probably should. But no, you're not dead. Death does not hurt like that. Cause you are hurting, not really in pain, but the numb throbbing in your lower arm tells of a wound in your flesh.

As you turn your head to examine it, a soft voice catches your attention.

"Don't move so much, you'll hurt yourself even more."

You turn your head into the other direction, finding yourself facing a woman. Her skin in tan and dark, frilly hair reaches down to her shoulders, as she measures you with amber-colored eyes. The bonfire between the two of you illuminates her face, and you are surprised to see markings on her face you previously thought to be simply the shadow of the dancing flames.

A trail of spots over her cheekbones and her face around the eyes, leaving a triangle shape on her nose to stand out. With the way her eyes glint, you were almost certain to see a feline feature in her expression, but you blame it on your dizzy brain.

"You got quite hurt. I fixed you up as well as I could, but your wound will need time to heal."

Her voice is rich and slightly deeper than you would expect from a person of her physique, and there is a certain edge to it, leaving you to wonder if she is concerned about your state or not.

She turns her head aside, and you notice another feature of her face, previously hidden by her dark-brown head of hair; a pair of sleek, pointy ears. Whoever this woman was, there was elven descent within her one way or the other.

"How...how did you find me?"The question leaves your lips in a croaking manner and you realize your dry throat. Without hesitation, the woman rose from her seat, fetched a waterskin and knelt down beside you.

Helping you to sit and drink, she explains the situation to you.

"I found you when I was out patrolling. You were cornered by some wolves; I assume they were after your rations. I scared them away, but one of them had bitten you previous to my intervention. The wound is deep, but not infected as far as I can tell...still, you need to be given into proper care. But don't worry, I've already sent word to a few friends of mine. They will pick you up in the morning."

You are unsure whether you should be glad to hear this information or not. Sure, this woman seemed kind, but who knows who the people were that she was handing you over to.

You take a moment to study her clothing, now that she is up close, trying to find any indication of a symbol or markings you could identify.

Her clothes are simple; leather armor in a grayish tone with jade-colored accents, a pair of brown bracers, matching the brown pads on her trousers. You are surprised when you discover that she does not wear any shoes.

Apparently she has noticed your uncertainty and the assessment of herself in your eyes, but she simply takes it with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. Neither will my friends. We're druids, you see? Protectors of these woods and the creatures within. We wouldn't let you come to harm."

You relax at that statement. Yes, this woman being a druid would explain some things. And you have dealt with druids before, specifically these druids around these parts too. They trade goods from the forest against crafted items in your village. They are good people. You would be fine.

"I have dealt with druids before...but you're new."There is a moment of hesitation within her, as she kneels down beside you, before she gives a nod.

"I'm not from these parts. I'm from much further away, actually; the land your people call Chult."

Chult, now that was a name you had not heard in a long time. Actually you never heard it spoken by anyone, really. As a child, you had read stories set in Chult, about expeditions, great beasts, and endless, mercyless jungles, which were conquered by adventurers. But you had never been there, of course not, and neither had anyone you had ever known. But to see this woman in front of you, the living proof that the stories might be true...it got you excited.

"Is it true? What the stories say?"Your eyes are sparkling with new-found enthusiasm.

"About the beasts and the lizards that can eat a human in one bite?"

She chuckles, amused by your sudden burst of energy.

"It is. I've seen many of them with my own eyes. Towering beasts, giant lizards, plants who lash out against you and try to poison you...it is a rough life. But its home. It was home..."

A shadow falls over her eyes.

"I was taken against my will. Away from my tribe, my aunt, my mother, my friends and family...by these...monsters. Ghaik, the githyanki call them...mindflayers. Grabbed me and put me here into this place...I have met many lovely people, I've been shown kindness and understanding...but home calls for me still. One day I will return. But today is not that day...and neither will be tomorrow. Someone has to watch over you, after all."

She gives a little smile and rises from your side.

"The night is already falling. Rest. I will keep watch."

You are not about to question her on her words. You feel your eyes falling shut much faster then you wish they would. You still have so many questions! But they would have to wait till morning.

As you slide into the darkness of sleep, you wonder briefly what the large shadow was, which you saw in the corner of the eye, as the wolves attacked you. You realized you have forgotten to ask. But your limbs and eyelids are too heavy now and your lips refuse to speak.

Come morning, and you will have questions to all your answers; you are certain.

[durgetavoc]

Tav (during the act 1)

A few notes about her!

Tav is a human sorceress, born in the Heapside district at Baldur's Gate but was taken in the orphanage attached to the Open Hand Temple (Rivington).

She doesn't know/remember a thing about her family, she was renamed "Tav".

Her wild magic starts around the age of 14 (or how to make teenage years even more complicated).

At 21, she leaves Rivington (after yet another magical accident) to live in Cloakwood, where she discovers about the nature of her magic (thanks to a shadow druid she met there) and tries to learn how to master it better.

She's 24 during the actual events of the game.

She's 5'5", with a thin, slight and squarish build.

She is passionate about alchemy and makes her living from what she sells in the Rivington market (potions and various resources she finds in Cloakwood).

She doesn't like Baldur's Gate and is wary of cities in general (bad experiences from gangs and violence), but she's not quite happy in the forest either (she's not suited for the loneliness there).

Things she really loves in Rivington: listening to streets bards!! Going to the circus!!

Things she really loves in Cloakwood: the nature, learning on her own, the PLANTS!!

She is not devoted to any particular deity, even if she has a certain gratitude for Ilmater, or more particularly the priests who took care of her.

Goal of her life? Not dying.