#ch: shadowheart

[galedekarios]

companions + reactions to mystra's demands

[brightaxe]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 + the Shadow-Cursed Lands.

[lanseax]

[drunkshogun]

Shadowheart

Baldur's Gate 3

[hanalghilan]

weeping

[masterskywalkers]

Nothing is funnier than putting the Bad Kids crew in clown makeup so they can enjoy the circus the way they were intended to.

[undead-potatoes]

They match :)

[wiltf]

silence is broken with a surge of fire.

lost in the screams of ash and other, which has one short, shared look between shadowheart and laz’ael leave her with. well, the odd feeling of charging forward into the woods, a shared goal, surrounded by the bared teeth and shouting of gale, following up the rear.

towards the riverbank, that’s where the smell leads them. just as quickly as the fire had broken, it stopped, drawing the forest to an eerie standstill.

shadowheart only has her knife between her and the long dark. ground teeth, at the though of having lost one of their own so quickly, so foolishly. all for the lives of those in the grove, when their destination lay far beyond that. laz’ael beats her to holding back gale’s spiel, a hand raised behind, the other extending sword to part what remained of plant life.

like a barrier, suggesting that there was more than holy fire on the other side. still burning, in that eerie silence shadowheart had walked through more than once. a path, drawn to the water’s edge, with what remained of smaller individuals — charred, inanimate remains.

“where is she?” laz’ael’s question, vocalised, was always tinged with the meaning of a demand. of an answer to be brought from somewhere, yet shadowheart had already given up on deciding who was meant to answer.

an orb of light fills gale’s hands, as he sidesteps the blue flame and curling remains. crouching, as if debating to reach out and test if it really does burn that deep. shadowheart almost berates him, but leaves those thoughts for the water breaking, holding up her weapon with a practiced ease.

and, it is not the first time that shadowheart felt words fail her. in truth, it would be easier to have played off the confusion, the concern, as a stirring in her stomach akin to lust. later, around a fire, with no doubt a bawdy rendition to follow.

yet the person before them was unknown, unarmed, curled lip and it would be their luck, to stumble upon some lake spirit who was disturbed. it would be their luck, that their hapless leader had been eaten, burned, or otherwise destroyed into nothing.

it would be their luck, for laz’ael to hold her strike, but keep the blade steady. narrowed eyes and flared nostrils. “explain.”

a long look, from the foreign person, to laz’ael. even as gale dares a foot towards the water, hand extended to laz’ael’s blade and the other extended to their unknown. following that hard line of sight, to try to see what she did.

and then, shadowheart realises. in all the ways she possibly had already foreseen, as the mystery walks closer. undeterred by the blade that presses the hollow of their throat, against a series of ridges. long nails, tapping the side, before pushing it away, up and past short horns.

fiend. and only earlier they had been discussing the attraction of others.

“if you kill me, laz’ael, i will haunt you.”

a head that tilts in all the memorised ways. brows drawn together, giving away the anxiety. earrings, that tinkle.

“amma?!”

gale gets ahead, cutting across the same singular word, noun, name, that she had yet to utter.

swish of the wrist, and a, “surprise,” is their only answer. one that finds itself tangled in a shift of magic then, as the little gem on her earring brightens, enveloping her in a blur of dim light.

before them stands the more familiar figure now. shadowheart may attribute it to fatigue, much like any of the hundreds of times she convinced herself it was that, or a trick of the light. amma brushes through them, a curse at the state of her destroyed clothes, a kick at one remaining corpse.

“we must be close to the goblins, if they attempted an ambush.”

“i don’t think an ambush is quite as pressing an issue as whatever just happened here, amma.” surprising herself, as she grabs the other’s elbow, pulling her back.

whilst amma does not try to free herself, the displeasure was all but palpable. “yes, burning all my clothes in an attempt to save my skin was not something i wanted to do, admittedly.”

shadowheart does not allow her eyes to drop. focuses, on the purple tinge she had simply attributed to the touch of drow that flowed through amma. but perhaps, it was the plane, and those brows raise again in a way that shadowheart finds something else to seek out.

“you’re a tiefling.”

“technically, i suppose.”

“and you were not going to mention it, at all?”

finally, amma wrests her elbow free. another look, shared between the three who had surged, headfirst into the woods. heard the cause of fight, feared the fire, and instead had come across her, which shadowheart could only believe was worse, in amma’s mind. and oh, she wished to push forward, to see what the woman was thinking. but her exhaustion would give her away, and amma turns anyway.

it is then, that laz’ael’s muttering cuts through. a range of insults, no doubt, hurled towards the newest secret keeper. a boot collects the side of the recently deceased, and with it comes disturbed ashes. clink of metal, and it is gale who is brave enough to pull a blackened chain up.

“to think, what might have happened for her to have to conceal the reflection of her blood.” idle musings, chain pocketed as gale stands, hands finding the front of his pants and leaving ashy marks behind.

“whatever it is, it poses a risk if we do not know what she really is.” and then, with a dark look, laz’ael takes off, back towards their camp. “she could already be ghaik, and we may not know until it is too late.”

shadowheart feels the pull to argue. to draw laz’ael back, to demand she not do anything rash. to take that sword from her, lest she drive it through amma before they have a chance. one passing look to gale, who can only shrug, for his mind has already left the forest and the riverbank. a calm walk towards camp, leaving shadowheart to look once more into the water.

to expect to see something else emerge from it’s depths.

[s0ftpining]

my tiefling monk merritt (they/them) and the bg3 gang!! i couldn't get the image of karlach frying eggs in her palms out of my head...

[solasan]

🎵 two clerics chillin' on a cliff's-edge, five feet apart because their divine moms hate each other and they are gay 🎵

[galedekarios]

bonus:

[brightaxe]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 + the Underdark.

[snikt111]

TIRED of people drawing astarion (and gale! and halsin! and minsc! and jaheira!) so smooth faced and young. mf they have wrinkles and that is OKAY! let them be older and sexy.

(hey and if youre feeling spicy, maybe also give shadowheart some age love, hm? she deserves it too….)

[halliserres]

[masterskywalkers]

Also, figured it's time to share some more Prince love since I got another chance to play their save today! I've only just reached the Goblin camp with them today (and so far, Astarion has spiked the alcohol with poison while Prince was playing some music, then afterward the party snuck into the building through the back way while all the guards at the front are looking for the killer. Wyll is currently questioning all his life choices in joining the three of them on this mission whilst Shadowheart and Astarion enjoy watching Prince get their Loviatar blessing).

But the romance scenes have started unlocking early since Prince seems to be incredibly likable in the party! Shadowheart has already stolen them away for a late-night drink which ended with a kiss between them.

[dragonologist-phd]

Naia and Shadowheart in their little bog cottage filled to the brim with all the animals Shadowheart adopted 🥹 including Buttons the wolf pup 😭

(how do they maintain so many animals on their own, you ask? Naia's skeleton army, of course. undead farmhands to help enable her animal-loving wife)