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void-botanist · 1 month ago

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A quick uncleaned Sharran AU Halsin. I didn't feel like drawing all the clothes details lol so just pretend they're there (I also forgot his scars lmao, that was not on purpose). He's a bugbear, not related to the group of bugbears in the Sanctum, but on good terms with them. He has a different facial marking because in this AU, he follows a renamed form of Silvanus, Juncyppo, who marks followers with the shape of the first offering they presented to him - for Halsin, some species of grass.

In most respects, this version of Halsin is the same as in the game. He is still 350, because here bugbears, like elves, are creatures of the Feywild and are long-lived. He's also well-traveled and spends his time leading the Emerald Grove, doing research, and woodcarving. I'm still tinkering with classes, but tentatively he is something similar to a D&D druid that I'm currently calling a wilder.

More details and minor spoilers for some Act 1 and 2 stuff below the cut.

Part of the reason he joins the party in Act 1 is because his itch to undertake "Juncyppo's pilgrimage" (wandering wherever he feels like) has returned after a hundred years of leading the Emerald Grove, and while the Kagha business is unfortunate, it gives him an extra excuse to appoint a successor and start traveling again. However, when he puts his mind to a mission, he'll see it all the way through, and has no habit of wandering out of camp like Volo (who is much more a party member in this AU). But when he does leave camp, he wears shoes.

I'm still working on his relationship to Thaniel but I like that quest a lot and I think the story will be mostly the same with some tweaks. He also has some number of friends and/or enemies in Baldur's Gate. He's old enough to remember the Old Sharrans, who did things like take over Reithwin, but were much more measured and less violent and devil-may-care than the New Sharrans that arose after Ketheric Thorm's defeat a century ago. He's also old enough to remember when Astarion was an acting magistrate, and though it takes him a while to place Astarion's face, he is extremely interested to find out what happened to Astarion. Also, he knows Elminster personally, if not very deeply. In general, he likes having an ear in every matter, and is sort of the de facto leader of the party alongside Wyll and Lae'zel. He has a hard time putting away his Grovetender instincts after a century of leadership.

Sharran AU taglist (dm to be added/removed): @theskeletonprior @multi-lefaiye

#he also doesn't have a disgusting double standard when it comes to SOME species' children like in the game #like yeah everyone is racist against goblins and he's not unusual. but that's part of the reason this AU exists #the party being racist to like half the people they meet is not fun or interesting and I don't want it #sau: Halsin #botanist gate 3 #rose arts #id in alt #sharran au

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aladaylessecondblog · 10 months ago

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It Rhymes With House (Six Hours AU one-shot)

Author's Note: I haven't played Durge yet, but I intend to do a run next playthrough. This chapter's Durge is your bog standard one--white dragonborn. Dunno why he's here, he's just kinda chilling, because I've noticed the chillest people usually have the most shit going on.

I can't not torture Tav. Had an idea. In this I guess Raphael's 'Six Hours' offer was quite worse and Cald ended up at the Emerald Grove with Halsin. This is something I'd like to do but the buildup would be too similar to other fics. This one's a bit of a mess.

Yes I'm outright ripping Theon's shtick.

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"Who in the hells is that?"

When the party turned back up in camp with an additional follower, nearly everyone was wary.

"One of Raphael's pets, I think," Karlach said, gesturing vaguely at the shaking figure nearby, "Poor sod begged to come with us. Said without Raphael there she was a sitting duck."

"We knows she's not a devil," Wyll started, "Doesn't look like a tiefling, she looks...a bit like me, actually. Given the horns, I mean--you know, they're just like his."

Durge crossed his arms. There was a pause, and a thousand-yard stare. He took in a sharp breath. "Where's Shadowheart? She could use some healing."

The woman backed away when Shadowheart approached.

"What is your name?" Shadowheart asked gently, noting the fear written all over the woman's face. There were scars here and there, but none on her face or hands.

"Mouse," the woman said shakily, as she looked up and around the campsite. "I...I don't remember much else. Something terrible happened to me, so the master took--took most of my memory. So I would not...be burdened by the past."

Durge stood close by, trying to ignore the scent of blood.

As Shadowheart healed her wounds Mouse muttered.

"Mouse, Mouse, it rhymes with house, the house of hope, and death of the same."

She looked to be a drow, but vitiligo had stolen the color of large chunks of her face and hands, and when the healing was done Mouse looked up anxiously.

"What do you want in return? Which of you do I serve now?"

"Nothing, and none of us. I'm sure you'll feel better after you've eaten," Shadowheart said, "You say you remember very little...where's Halsin? I know he's still got some noblestalk."

"Please, I've got nothing to give you in return," Mouse said anxiously. "I already owe you for the healing, and noblestalk is expensive. The master--"

"Your master is dead," Karlach finally spoke up, "Dead, do you hear me? He's not coming back, I beat the shit out of him with the hammer he didn't want us to steal."

Mouse lowered her head. "I know, but...I've nothing to offer you for all this, I already owe you an enormous debt for letting me go back with you, and..."

She trailed off at that.

Remember, Mouse. You are only worth what someone is willing to pay for you.

"Halsin should be back soon," Durge finally called out. "He went on a supply run with the boy."

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My name is Mouse.

It was the first thing the master had taught her, and she remembered it when she'd forgotten everything else. Too painful, he'd said, really, he was doing her a FAVOR, cleaning it all out of her mind. Family, friends, all of them gone because of the mindflayers, and yet she was lucky--for there he was to save her!

There to keep the tadpole from turning her into an illithid.

Yes, yes, very lucky she was. Even if sometimes--sometimes, it would act up. The tadpole would make her remember things, and she would be disobedient...she would remember disobeying, but not what she'd remembered to cause it.

She only got pain she deserved, but the master preferred it to be non-physical. Locking her up alone, or having everyone in the House simply ignore her. Making her earn the right to be noticed again.

Mouse, Mouse, Mouse

He was always there to make things better, too, and to remind her of those that lurked outside the House of Hope. Those other devils, who would be far less kind masters than he was. That without him there to protect her, she would be ripped to shreds.

Then these strangers had come...killed Haarlep, stolen the hammer. She'd begged them to take her along, and for some reason they'd done it, with no guarantee of payment or return.

Then they'd brought her here, kept her warm by the fire, given her food even.

It was...they were...nice. Moonlight above, grass below. She'd forgotten the green of it, the soft light of the moon, everything she was feeling and seeing right now.

The tadpole squirmed in her head.

No, please, don't make me remember--

The master was dead. He was DEAD. She kept telling herself that but still the fear rose. A fire, like this one, four bedrolls, and three of the others she was seeing around camp.

Every time the tadpole stirs, it causes trouble. It makes you remember things, and those things make you forget who you are. And who are you? Tell me.

M-Mouse. My name is Mouse. It rhymes with house, the house of hope, and death of the same

The master was the only truly clear thing in her mind. Lurking behind every stray thought. Waiting to punish bad behavior, or praise the good.

The memories were shady, though, only half-real. Half-remembered, on the very edge of sight she had to squint to see at all. But the tadpole stirred again...

"MAMA!"

A jolt.

Has anyone told my husband?

Nothing is more precious to me.

Mouse flinched when a body suddenly collided with her own, wrapped her neck in a tight hug.

"Mama, you're--you're back! Mister Durge said they killed the devil that took you!"

She looked up shakily when the boy drew back. Dark eyes--

His eyes.

--fluffy white hair.

"She says she doesn't remember anything," the white dragonborn said, "So go easy on her."

The boy's expression dropped, and his eyes misted instantly. "He made you forget me?"

"He-he made me forget everything that wasn't him," Mouse said. "I'm sorry, I..."

"Here," said a stronger voice behind the boy. "Give her this, it might help."

Mouse looked up, then back down immediately. The elf before her looked even more concerned than the others, and sat down beside her once he'd handed off something to the boy.

"You truly don't remember, do you? To live so long with the memories you carried, and then to forget them...before you could even know that someone else shared them, too. Such pain I would never wish on another, no matter how foul."

The boy sat down in front of her, and held out--a mushroom. "It helped Shadowheart and Mister Durge remember things, so maybe it'll help you too."

"Noblestalk," she said, taking it, "That's expensive, I don't have--"

"We can spare it," Durge called from somewhere, "We just robbed a devil, we've got PLENTY."

"Eat it, mama, please."

The boy begged her so earnestly, she could do nothing but listen. She ate, and after a pause the illithid began to twitch in her mind again. A flash of memory of the boy before her, showing him the contents of a box she'd kept hidden. Rings and whiskey and...boots? Then it shifted, and--the master--appeared. Words from her own lips, she heard in her own voice in her mind--

I will do anything if it means protecting my son.

The boy before her...the same as had been beside her in that memory.

"You...you are my son," Mouse said, "Cald...is that right?"

The boy smiled and nodded eagerly.

The large elf spoke again. "You sold yourself to that devil to protect him from the same foul vampire to torment our star."

"How did--where have you been all this time, then?" Mouse asked. "Please tell me you've been alright."

"You sent me to mister Halsin here when...when the devil visited. He's nice...some of the other druids weren't, but he was."

"And we were lucky," Halsin said, "That I recalled the time before, else...else things may have gone ill, considering the views of the druids of my grove. I was not aware before. But I was this time."

There was a pause.

"My heart, I am...so sorry that you have had to go through all of this. When they freed me from the goblin camp, I feared the worst..."

"I told mister Halsin who that devil was and he was pretty sure we were going to meet him later. I already knew we would...I wanted to come when they went to go kill him but they wouldn't let me."

"He's as dead as a devil can get," Durge called from his tent.

"It would not do to lose you when we had only just found your mother," Halsin said, "I imagine you must have many questions you want to ask of him, Tav, so I will leave you to--"

"No, no, my name is Mouse." It was hard not to include the rest of it, she almost felt she'd break her jaw trying.

"No, mama, it's Tav," the boy said, "My name is Cald, this is Halsin, and you're Tav."

Please, someone, anyone, talk to me.

The large elf--Halsin--seemed to decide on a look from Cald to stay exactly where he was.

"Perhaps time in nature will help. As a druid, you must be relieved to see the greenery again."

"I don't...I don't remember...being a druid. I don't remember any of this. We didn't have many plants in the House of Hope, and...I was told not to pray to any gods there, so even if Silvanus COULD hear me..."

A pause.

"My contract," she said, "Did you see my contract while you were there?"

"They brought back some I helped them burn," Cald said, "We're still looking through a big stack."

"Perhaps we can burn mine together."

Raphael was not dead, not truly, but if she could get the contract burned at least she would not be compelled to obey afterwards.

At least, not by the contract.

#fanfiction #bg3 #tav #bg3 raphael #bg3 durge #karlach #halsin bg3 #shadowheart #drow oc #drow tav #wyll #baldur's gate 3

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imtryingthisout · 5 years ago

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Sanders-Tale: The Falling Child

(A fic based on @nachosforfree Undertale Au, check it out)

Running.

Running: Tiny twig-thin legs carrying a skinny body as they desperately ran.

Faster- faster

Ducking under branches and leaping over stones

Faster- faster

The black and grey cloak was made of heavy fabric. A winter’s cloak in the middle of summer.

Faster- faster

It weighted the child, for it was a child who was running, down slightly. Not enough to slow down, but heavy all the same.

Faster, hurry, faster.

The forest surrounding the mythic mountain was thick and treacherous . The trees grew wide and untamed for no logger or lumberjack wanted to brave the mountain, not even to obtain the plentiful wood and other resources that lay there. There were stories about those who ventured up to the mountain top, and those stories rarely ended well.

They say those who go up to Mt Ebbot don’t come back down.

It was dark, making an already dangerous journey all the more perilous. The child could not see the moon nor stars. The child could barely see the sky at all, over the blanketed canopy of branches that lay over their head.

Raindrops fell heavily from the growing storm, making the earth below wet and slick. Mud clinged to the child’s clothes, clogging up the groves in their shoes, making it harder to not trip over the many treeroots and other obsticals that lay in their way. As they ran up the mountain.

Faster and faster.

Soon the terrain changed from the unpredictable muddied earth to the cold certainty of stone. And so the child stopped running.

Two unnaturally bright violet eyes- demon eyes the villagers whispered- tried in vain to see what lay ahead in the dark. The child had seemingly wandered into a cave at the top of the mountain. Seeking shelter from the storm- the child wandered in further. Taking short cautious step to avoid the myriad of roots that grew into the cave’s mouth from the forest.

Step by step the child crept further into the cave, and step by step the child gained more and more confidence. Till a burst of thunder cause the child to jump—

—a foot got caught in a twisted vine that curved upward making the child slip—

—and fall into a great pit that was unseen in the darkness of the night making the child fall

Further

And further

And further down into the great abyss

The child didn’t even have the time to scream before darkness overtook their exhausted vision.

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The first thing the fallen child noticed was sunlight streaming down from the top of the cavern, ricocheting of the warm brown stone just to hit them square in the face.

“Hellooo? Hellooo? Hey, are you dead?”

The second thing they noticed was that they were not alone.

“Oh good you’re not dead, that would’ve sucked” said the… person in front of them? It certainly didn’t look like any person the child had ever seen. It was short- with two baby goat horns poking out of its forehead. Wide dual colored eyes looked down at the child as if it was the most curious thing on earth. Green and Red like holly berries and leaves.

The child let out a pained groan. They must have hit their head too hard when they fell, because this was the weirdest hallucination they had ever seen. Or maybe they were dead- or bleeding out at the bottom of a pit where no one would ever find their body- not that anyone would have bothered to look, but still it was the principal of the matter.

“Where… am I? And what the devils are you?” The child rasped out, their voice gaining more strength as they went on, till it ended their question in a pointed tone.

The creature blinked owlishly. “Uh you’re in the underground dummy- where’d you think you were?” It said as if those words were the simplest thing and the child was very very stupid for not knowing. “Well technically you’re in the ruins, but the ruins are part of the underground soooo” it’s voice trailed off.

“Ugh great, my death bed hallucination is a smart ass. Perfect”

“What?!” The creature exclamation, quite dramatically too- it put his hand over its chest like some histrionic uptown woman who had just been delivered unthinkable news. “I’m not a hallucination! And you are certainly not dead… though I think you might have hit your head cause you’re acting pretty dumb right now. Honestly, what monster forgets what the underground is?” It said rolling its eyes.

“I’m not a monster” the creature-monster?- startled, looking back at the child oddly. “What? What do you mean you’re not a monster. How could you not be- you’re either a monster or you’re—“

“Human. I’m a human”

A pause. A single beat of stunned silence before the monster pounced- literally pounced! - on the human child, squealing with excitement.

“Holy Stars! I’ve never seen a real life human before! What’s it like on the surface? Do you really eat naughty monsters who don’t finish their supper? Do you have fields of wildflowers and fruit that you can just go and eat whenever? What’s the sun like? Do you still have magic battles? Did you really paint yourselves with the dust of your enemies and dance around bonfires? What’s—“

“GET OFF OF ME” the child yelled, shoving the monster. “What are you even talking about? Magic? Monsters? What’s going on?”

The monster seem confused at child’s questions, “what do you mean you don’t know? Humans locked all monsters under the magic barrier after we lost The Great War. Don’t they teach you guys about this stuff?”

“No? What war?” The child could not remember being told about any war, especially one with monsters. “Also magic isn’t real.”

The creature rolled its eyes at that, “uh yeah it is. Monsters are pretty much made of magic so how could I exist if it wasn’t real.”

“I’m still not convinced this isn’t my brains last fuck you before I die via fall damage”

“Uh! How can I convince you that this is real- do I need to pinch you or—“ the child flinched away violently. The monster frowned at the sight. Biting it’s lip in concentration as it thought of a way to prove to the human that, yes, this was real.

The creature was a colorful sort, the child noticed, with curly rusty brown hair that was streaked with silver and gold. It was a chimera of features all cobbled together.

Mixed-mashed eyes, wolf like ears, two baby horns, just to name a few. It seemed to have some sort of paw-feet, for it wore no shoes and the child could see the dog-like toe beans that carried the monster. The parts of the creature that were exposed flesh seemed to glisten slightly in the light, creating little rainbows that swarmed the child’s eyes. There was pattern of some sort, thin even lines separating the diamond-like shapes, crawling up its arms like the scales of a snake. With deeper patches showing pigment more clearly, the spots of a copperhead.

“I know! What if I show you?” The monster exclaimed, finally coming up with an idea. It also Startled the child out of their venomous thoughts. “Show me what” the child demand- their mind already swarming with numerous horrible possibilities. But the monster carried on unconcerned, “Magic dummy”

The child started blankly. “You… can do magic?” maybe the incurious tone was a bit snide and rude, but the child had had a very rough day and couldn’t help but be unimpressed with the thing-monster in front of them. But the creature just nodded vigorously, eager with anticipation “Yuh huh- here,watch this”

The monster closed its eyes, focusing on its outstretched palms. It seemed to be concentrating very hard if the tautness in its expression was to be believed. The child was about to retort with a smart ‘don’t strain yourself’ when their words died in their mouths.

Suddenly the atmosphere grew heavy and dark, like a cold winter’s night. The human felt a sharp tug at the center of their being that set their heart racing. Looking up the human couldn’t quite believe their eyes. As the monster seemed to be holding light itself in its clawed hands. All manner of formless colors shifting and spiraling in beautiful and terrible patterns. Behind it tendrils took shape, the child likened them to the limbs of the kraken. The legendary monster that old sailors that hung near the edges of town would curse.

All around it innumerable shapes were called into existence. The bold streaks of color shining in the dark like a beacon.

Pink, yellow, blue, red. The colors where solidifying now. Gaining depth and hue.

Green, orange, navy, teal. They twisted up out of the monsters hands. Curling around one another and Blooming like a spring rose.

Red-yellow-orange-white. The colors where mixing with each other . Loosing themselves and being reborn as something new.

Blue-black-red-pink. Cancelling each other out. Some darkening, some lightening, as they blended.

Navy-gold-yellow. Swirled together till they were inseparable, to form a marvelously rich deep green.

Blue-pink-red. Each one coming together in glorious cacophony - until-

A burst of white light engulfed the room, chasing away the dark and lifting the atmosphere. The crushing weight on the child’s soul let go as cavern returned to itself, the shadows subsiding.

The child was on the ground breathing heavily, “what… was .. that!” They demanded in between pants for air. The monster ler out a gap-toothed grin. “That my human companion, was magic! Look-“ the creature shoved its hands in front of the child.

There in its cupped hands grew a flower that was unlike any the child ever saw. Its stem was a rich emerald green, the color of jewels they could never dream to own. The petals were dotted with specks of gold- buttercup yellow, but the majority of the flower was-

“purple” the child whispered, voice with wonder. The same freakish color of their eyes, down to the very shade, but the flower wasn’t freakish. It was beautiful.

“Soooo, do you believe me now?” The child nodded mutely, not trusting themself to answer. “Good!” Said the monster it (he? She? ) seemed quite pleased now. It passed the magical flower into the humans hands.

“I’m Romulus by the way” he said extending his (paw?claw?) hand to shake. “What’s your name?”

“Virgil” said the human, using Romulus grip to hoist themself up. Their clothes were -predictably- ruined from the storm, forest, and fall. Not that they were great to begin with, but still. Most of the fabric had been torn to shreds by thorns and branches. And what wasn’t reduced to rags was soaked with mug and dirt. Combine that with the cuts and bruises that painted their body, Virgil looked like crap.

Romulus seemed to be thinking the same thing. Since he offered to take Virgil to his house to help them. Apparently one of his dads knew some healing spells and would be willing to fix them up.

Virgil wasn’t one to go home with strangers, but what choice did they have? Besides Romulus didn’t seem bad- egocentric and ditzy brained, yes- but not dangerous. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t human, or maybe they were just too tired to care. But Virgil allowed themself to be guided by Romulus, the purple flower tucked neatly behind their ear. Listening to their new (friend?) companion as he regaled them with dramatic stories and adventures. All the while never knowing how this one action would change everything for good.

#Sanders Sides #Au #Writing #Fic #Undertale #Virgil Sanders #Creativity Sanders #Romulus Sanders #Roman Sanders #Remus Sanders #Crossover #Nonbinary Virgil

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wellthebardsdead · 2 months ago

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*The emerald grove devil Au, Papa Bear*

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Astarion: That form you took on back at the goblin camp was, terrifyingly powerful~ why do you choose to walk around as a mere tiefling when that’s available to you?

Falûne: *tail hugging his leg* Because I don’t feel good in that state. All it’s good for is hurting people…

Astarion: Ugh, all that power and of course a mortal compass always has to spoil the fun. You could be ruling over the entirety of the sword coast with what you have at your finger tips, have everyone bending to your will and yet you’ve just been playing in the dirt and muck with the animals!

Falûne: and I’m all the better off because of it. I’m a devil by blood only and I’ve worked really hard to learn to control my emotions so I won’t hurt anyone with this power.

Astarion: Emotions?…

Falûne: I’m most likely to enter that state when upset… I thought papa was dead or hurt so I just… lost control…

Astarion: Interesting… So all we have to do is upset you and you’ll go off like a loose cannon?

Halsin: *gently tucks Falûne behind him and grabs astarion by his doublet* Whatever ideas you have dancing around what’s left of your tadpole addled brain, I suggest you get them out of your head now.

Astarion: *smiling nervously* A-ah of c-course. I was just m-making an observation.

Halsin: then I suggest you cease your observing before you observe the inside of a bears stomach. *drops him before ushering Lûne away* …I forbid you to have any form of relations with that man.

Falûne: it’s okay papa my eyes are on Gale and Wyll at the moment.

Halsin: Hm, good taste.

#Falûne Tav #emerald grove devil au #the emerald grove devil au #Halsin bg3 #astarion baldurs gate

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wellthebardsdead · 16 days ago

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*emerald grove devil au, flight*

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Halsin: *visibly nervous watching Raphael stretch out Falûne’s little wings* he won’t get hurt will he?

Raphael: hm? Oh no, he’ll be fine. *stretches out his own wings* now little bug. Repeat after me. Up, and down.

Falûne: *lil baby devil, watches him flap his wings and copies him, lifting himself off the ground with ease* heeee~

Raphael: very good, now, fly to me. *holds open his arms to catch him*

Falûne: *just bobbing in place as he flaps his wings with no clue of how to move* mmmb?? *understands he needs to move forward but can’t direct his wings* h-heeeeh! Hweeeh!

Halsin: no no don’t cry it’s okay- *goes to pick him up*

Raphael: leave him, he can do it. Come on. Just move forward.

Falûne: *tears pricking his eyes in frustration before suddenly getting an idea* mnnnn! *scrunches up a little and starts spinning his tail like a propeller as fast as he can, spinning himself forward and planting himself into Raphael’s chest with a tiny thud* I did it!

Raphael: *visibly surprised*

Halsin: …I take it you weren’t expecting that?

Raphael: no I certainly wasn’t but- it works so who am I to judge.

#Falûne tav #emerald grove devil au #Raphael bg3 #Halsin bg3

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wellthebardsdead · 30 days ago

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*some emerald grove devil au~*

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Falûne: *spreads his wings, excited to take flight and finally see the lands surrounding his home freely as they set off on their journey* I’m so excit- eh??

Halsin: *ties a rope around his waist and loops the excess over his shoulder* alright you can go now.

Falûne: p-papa!! This is so embarrassing! I’m not going to get into trouble!

Halsin: I’m just being cautious son.

Falûne: you’re trying to hold me back! I’m not letting you fly me like a kite! *stomps his hoof*

Dammon: *clears his throat* I um- can hold onto the rope if you’d like?

Falûne: …

Halsin: …

*20 minutes later*

Karlach: *staring up at lûne watching him fly* he seems to be having a good time, sure you don’t need any help gears?

Dammon: *skids by being dragged along by the rope* nope I got it!

#Dammons just letting it happen too lol #dammon bg3 #Falûne tav #emerald grove devil au #the emerald grove devil au

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wellthebardsdead · 17 days ago

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*some emerald grove devil au*

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Falûne: *looking at the death shepherds in bewildered fear, now laying dead amongst ghouls and cultists* I’d say they had a run in with the Githyanki… *looks to see a young gith laying dead beside them*

Lae’zel: to die in battle is an honour… but so young… his training would have only just started

Karlach: Um? Guys?… you should see this?…

Falûne: *looks over to see her staring down the path ahead* what is it? *runs over and halts in place. A memory flooding back to him from long ago of his wayward flight from home, and a shadow of a little boy trying to lure him into the dark* huntress preserve us… *blinks seeing a shock of white fur dashing off into the darkness, the clanking chime of shells filling his sensitive ears* … *steps forward to go towards it*

Halsin: *grabs his shoulder* no son… I’ve tried…

Falûne: *looks up at him then back at the sickly land, watching as a rabbit literally drops dead just by touching its blight* o-okay papa… *turns around and gasps a little as Dammon embraces him too, the blacksmith staring at the darkness with a different type of worry in his eyes* d-dammon?…

Dammon: …They’re all in there… this was the path Zevlor marked…

Falûne: *looks back at the darkness, seeing a flash of white and hearing the chime of shells* …They’ll be okay… I’m sure they’ll be okay…

#Falûne Tav #emerald grove devil au #halsin bg3 #dammon bg3

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wellthebardsdead · 2 months ago

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*the emerald grove devil, understanding*

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Falûne: *seated up on the wall of the grove, hugging his knees to his chest as he watches the party from afar and fights back tears, Halsins scolding still running through his mind* …

Halsin: *walks over holding food, his heart aching seeing his son in such a state. Driven to the edge just to save him only for him to blow up in his face* … *sits beside him and places the food down* …I’m sorry.

Falûne: *hugs himself tighter with his tail and looks away* I only wanted to help…

Halsin: I know moon flower… I know… *sighs* I had no right to raise my voice at you like that… I was just, so afraid I’d lose you-

Falûne: well I would’ve lost you if I didn’t come to save you… those goblins would’ve killed you… *sniffles* then I’d be all alone… all because you keep chasing after a ghost you were too scared to say ‘I love you’ to.

Halsin: *never thought of it like that or from his perspective before* …You’re right… and I’m so sorry… this whole time I’ve tried to keep you safe while I chased a memory… I never once thought I may be leaving you behind just like… she left me behind… *sighs* when I look at you… I still see the little babe I found beneath selûnes light right here at this gate… I have to accept that you’ve grown up now… I’ve missed out on so much of that growth chasing the past when I should have been embracing the present to see your future… can you ever forgive me?…

Falûne: … *looks at him teary eyed*

Halsin: *raises his arm as if offering a hug*

Falûne: *shuffles closer and snuggles in against him* I forgive you papa… I’m sorry I disobeyed you…

Halsin: It’s alright son… I’m sorry I hurt you…

Falûne: …I don’t think she’s a ghost… I think she’s still alive…

Halsin: *chuckles* perhaps… she was a stubborn as a rothe… just like you… though you’re not blood related… you’re definitely her son.

Falûne: *smiles* maybe… we might… find her, when we go to moonrise?…

Halsin: maybe…

Falûne: there’s always hope right?

Halsin: yes… there’s always hope… *offers him the food before looking back at the party and seeing Dammon and Rolan both looking around wondering where he is* after you’ve eaten, you’d better go join the party. I see a few faces wanting a dance with you~

Falûne: even though, they know I’m a devil now?

Halsin: Wylls a devil and they seem to be enjoying his company. *points to Karlach cheering on a group of kids dragging Wyll over to dance by the fire, mol snatching his underwear and making a run for it in the process*

Falûne: *giggles* maybe I’ll… fit in better than I thought.

*meanwhile*

Jaheira: *walking to the edge of the barrier, seeing Aura seated by the bridge, staring out at the darkness* Waiting for the ghosts are you?

Aura: *whines looking back at her* no… *ears flicking as she looks back out at the darkness, the glimmer of a unicorn catching her eye, and the chime of shells in its mane ringing in her head* I’m watching for a sign…

#Falûne Tav #emerald grove devil au #the emerald grove devil au #halsin bg3 #aura Elmsong

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wellthebardsdead · 2 months ago

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*emerald grove devil, hell hath no fury*

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Falûne: *storming through the gate covered in goblin guts, eyes locked firmly onto Aradin*

Zevlor: THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE YOU FOOL!

Aradin: we was runnin for our lives!

Zevlor: You lead the goblins straight here to us and you lost the Druid to- *looks past him in a mix of shock and horror as Falûne spreads his wings, revealing what he truely is in a fit of unbridled fury* and now your fate is sealed…

Aradin: whot- *wheezes as claws grip his throat and Falûne lifts him off the ground as he grows in size invoking his full devil form* y-you-

Falûne: Answer. Carefully… Where. Is. My. Dad?

Aradin: th-the goblins took him and one of my men.

Falûne: *squeezes tighter* you let them take him. And. Me. *squeezes even tighter as he evaluates his soul, seeing nothing but evil in his midst* why should I allow you to live?…

Zevlor: *doesn’t even care that he’s a devil having witnessed how sweet and calm he was before this, and heart breaking seeing how badly the betrayal and worry has warped his gentle heart* you shouldn’t…

Falûne: You’re right… *grins darkly as he marks him with a curse before hurling him into the gate, knocking the wind out of him and breaking a few bones before roaring at his men* LEAVE!!

Aradin: *whimpers as he gets up, the gates opening as the tieflings above him stare at Lûne in equal terror* f-fine- l-lets go, COME ON!! *stumbles out of the grove with them*

Falûne: *snarls before freezing as Zevlor hugs him from behind* I… *looks down and immediately comes back to reality as he sees his height, how his legs have snapped backwards to form that of a beasts hind legs, his claws longer and tail almost spiked from the raised ridges* oh gods… *shrinks down, resuming his usual sweet tiefling form and hugging Zevlor back as he starts shaking*

Zevlor: deep breaths.

Falûne: *starts to cry into his shoulder* p-please don’t be afraid I’m-

Zevlor: you’re good… shhh, I never had any doubts that you weren’t good. You’re just worried for your father… *rubs his back and rocks him slightly like he would any of the young in his care* I’m just glad you’re okay…

Falûne: th-thank you Mr Zevlor…

Zevlor: Shhh, I’ll keep holding things down here. You just focus on getting your father home safely.

Kanon: *runs over, narrowly survived by Falûne shooting the arrow aimed for him in midair* You.

Falûne: I- *wheezes as he’s pulled into a hug*

Kanon: *smiles and lets him go* thank you… I owe you my life. *pats his shoulder* Dammon and Rolan were right. Of all the Druids here, you’re a sweetheart~ *hurries off back to his post*

Falûne: *turning bright purple* o-oh!

#falûne Tav #the emerald grove devil au #emerald grove devil au

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wellthebardsdead · 16 days ago

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*emerald grove devil au, love is closer to home*

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Falûne: *seated on his bed looking over the tattered pages of his favourite medicine guide* if we’re headed into the underdark I’ll need a lot of salts to create antidotes incase we encounter any number of the poisons down there- *closes it and tilts his head staring at the names on the cover* papa, you said- Auras last name was… Elmsong right?

Halsin: *getting ready for bed, sits down beside him with a grunt* mhm, Aura Elmsong. Her parents were the ones who wrote that guide.

Falûne: Really?! So she’s the little wolf they mention in their added notes?

Halsin: yes… she was… a very poorly child. Her parents were ostracised from the grove for using unconventional methods of medicine. Ones that didn’t require ‘natural’ means of extraction. While they pioneered alchemy across the swordcoast, it cast a shadow over their names… and cast Aura out, literally…

Falûne: what?… why?

Halsin: Klaus and Aria both left on their quest to document every remedy and ingredient they could almost immediately after Aura was cured from the illness that nearly killed her in her first winter… she was too fragile to take along with them and so they left her behind.

Falûne: why didn’t the grove take care of her?…

Halsin: my family and the arch Druid before me did in her first years… but as time came to pass, and they all passed away it was only me still trying… each time her parents returned it was only a brief stay before they left again, and auras resentment for them grew bigger, as did her resentment for the grove, because all of them-

Falûne: thought little of her because of the stigma around her families name.

Halsin: exactly… She was as wild as nature itself, a lone wolf choosing solitude over ostracisation… And I was the clumsy bear who stuck beside her through it all… even if she really didn’t want me to at times. *chuckles* she used to terrorise me when we were children. She once chased me up a tree and I was stuck there crying for my mother for ages… but she was a good person… *smiles softly at him* she’d of been such a wonderful mother to you son.

Falûne: … *looks at the book quietly and opens it to the front page reading the text, ‘dedicated to our wild little wolf’* … *sets it aside and snuggles in close to Halsin, nuzzling into his arms* can you tell me more stories about her?…

#Falûne Tav #emerald grove devil au #aura Elmsong #halsin bg3

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wellthebardsdead · 17 days ago

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*Emerald grove devil au, a blacksmiths loose screw*

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Falûne: *locked in a room in Wyrms rock fortress after Gortash took him hostage to make sure the group behaved themselves and killed orin, a heavy collar around his neck enchanted to act as a mobile hold monster spell keeping him imprisoned and unable to teleport or leave at all* selûne I know you don’t like me but Mielikki and Silvanus can’t reach me here and- *blinks as the collar suddenly breaks and falls off him* huh? *looks over as the steelwatch machine guarding his door just crumples to the ground* what the?

*meanwhile*

Dammon: *whistling away as he tosses an unconscious Wulbren into an open steelwatch machines torso with an equally unconscious Gortash inside* there we go- *picks up his welding rod and breaths fire on it igniting it before pulling his mask over his face and welding the cavity closed as he talks to himself* see how you like dying in one of the machines you betrayed Karlach for you miserable pile of crap, this’ll teach you to kidnap my fiancé he’d better be unharmed or ill go back to hell just to kill you a second time- nasty little racist prick picking on Barcus like that you don’t deserve to have a friend like him-

Gortash: *blinks awake slowly seeing sparks flying and then darkness as he’s welded in* what the- *jumps as the machine suddenly lurches upright, gears grabbing at his clothes and skin and only then just registering the agony his wrist is in* h-huh?! *grabs at it to find his hand severed and missing along with the stone* sh-shit! Shit- *starts banging on the metal to try and get out, waking up wulbren in the process*

*A few minutes and a walk to the peer later*

Dammon: *whistling as he stops the machine just in front of the water, smiling up at it proudly and admiring his work* hm, I’ve improved.

*muffled bangs and screaming*

Dammon: shame no one will see it though. *kicks the steelwatch automaton making it fall forward into the water, drowning them both. An uncomfortably content smile on his face as he watches the bubbles slowly fade*

Wyll: *runs over with his father and the rescued hostages as Barcus and the gondians gather with the iron hands* we got them!

Barcus: and Mr Silverbough should be getting your lû right about now-

Falûne: DAMMON!! *jumps out of Halsins arms and runs to him*

Dammon: *smile disappearing and being replaced with a face of relief as he holds back tears embracing him* My love!!

Halsin: *smiling at them* our son picked a good egg. How did you fare my heart?

Aura: *in her grey wolf form, trots over to him and spits out gortash’s severed hand*

Halsin: great work as usual~

#aura Elmsong #Halsin silverbough #Falûne tav #emerald grove devil au #dammon bg3 #wyll bg3 #Barcus bg3 #Gortash bg3

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