#falûne Tav

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So I found two heads that fit my vision of Falûne perfectly but I love the first one in particular for two reasons-

He looks so cheeky and-

HE LOOKS SO JUDGMENTAL!!

He sees through all your bullshit now Keldran!!!

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Falûne: *gasps in overwhelming excitement before running off into the treeline and returning with seemingly a huge handful of weeds* LOOK!

Shadowheart: he’s lost it.

Astarion: yes darling they’re very big clovers-

Halsin: Not clover, Wood sorrel! that solves our bland seasoning problem! Well done lû!

Gale: you can- eat them?

Falûne: *beaming with pride over Halsins praise, stowing the plants in his bag* yes! It tastes like lemon but more refreshing! I used to eat it and wild berries when there was little to none leftovers for me.

Shadowheart: you ate- weeds?

Falûne: they’re just wild plants, and it was that or drinking a bunch of water and eating the stale bread I fed to the chickens-

Gale: *grabs his stupid pretty face* ARE YOU SURE YOU WERENT ABUSED?!?!

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Falûne: this is my pig Hen! She is um… dead? She can fly now though I’m not really sure how she’s alive still?

Hen the immortal large white pig: oink!

Lucy: aw she’s beautiful! This is my teacup hellsboar peanut! He was a gift for being nice to an arch devil with crippling anxiety!

Peanut: O̴̧̠̲̹͑Į̸̡̙͍͌́N̸̨͙̝̟͠Ḱ̶̼̤͠.̸̤̟͇̈̓

Me the writer: I really want a pet pig.

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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.

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Falûne: *sighs pulling off his gloves showing bandages on all his fingertips* gods what a day.

Karlach: oh sweetie your hands, what happened?

Falûne: huh? Oh my nails bleed. *unwraps them to show the claws filed back so far to resemble human ones the nail beds been damaged* they’ll be fine in a few more days then I can enjoy not having claws for a couple weeks until they grow b-ba- Ow! Ow! Karlach that hurts!

Karlach: *putting the finger in a bottle of healing potion* good that means it’s working! Shadowheart! I need you!

*a few minutes later*

Karlach: our claws are like any animal with claws! You cut too far back and you’ll spill blood! Yours are raised and curled moonpie! You shouldn’t be filing back further than the point!

Falûne: *sniffling back tears as Karlach scolds him* f-father Keldran th-threatens to rip them out if I don’t th-though. He says only f-fiends and monsters have c-claws.

Karlach: do I look like a fiend or a monster to you lûne?!

Falûne: n-no k-Karlach you don’t.

Karlach: Well neither do you. From now on anything that bastard told you you about your body you run by me first!

Falûne: p-please don’t call him a bastard-

Karlach: fine. A racist bastard then. Just like everyone else who deems Tieflings as ‘foul bloods’ and fiends.

Falûne: … *stares at his newly regrown claws* … *whimpers as his eyes flash purple and his brittle horns splinter further* I-it hurts- what… what were we?… talking about?… my nails regrew already?!

Karlach: I?… oh… oh moonpie…

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Karlach: moonpie, did you keep just pigs and chickens?

Falûne: oh no, we also had a couple cows and a donkey, and father superiors horse before he died of old age, and we used to keep geese and roosters but we had to get rid of them.

Astarion: why’d you have to get rid of them?

Falûne: because they kept attacking father superior. The chickens called their final attack on him ‘doomsday’

*Doomsday*

One of the geese: There he is! This’ll teach the cruel bastard! For the blue boy!!

The roosters: CHAAAAAARGE!!

Keldran: *looks down as the geese and roosters rush him* GODS DAMN IT IVE HAD IT!! *runs and jumps back over the fence to get away* SHITE THEY CAN FLY!!

Falûne: *standing there watching it happen as he lets the chickens out of the coop* oh goodness not again.

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Karlach: Dammon likes you, like, like likes, you~

Falûne: what? No he’s just very kind.

Karlach: oh come on moonpie I know you were sheltered and all growing up but you surely saw he was putting the moves on you? The way he took your hand and sat you down to fit your shoes? How he slid his hand up your leg as he lifted it into his lap, how he got the swoony bedroom eyes at you when he refused to let you pay~?

Falûne: I think that’s just how his eyes look, he gave you the same look when he refused payment for your engine.

Karlach: oh come on now just because he thinks we’re both sexy doesn’t mean he doesn’t fancy you more~

Falûne: *suddenly bright purple* I-I am a cleric of the moon maiden! An acolyte of her divine order and I dress modestly according to my status! I am not- s-sexy!

Astarion: I beg to differ~ I’d love to see what delectable little treats are hiding beneath that dull wrapper~

Falûne: p-perverts! The lot of you!! *storms off*

Karlach: YOU CANT DENY IT FOREVER THUNDER THIGHS! WE CAN HEAR THAT BUBBLE BUTT CLAPPING FROM A MILE AWAY!

Falûne: SHUT UP!!!

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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…

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Devil prince Falûne: *collects books, spoons, coins, interesting magical items, playing cards and pretty rare gems*

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Emerald Grove Devil Falûne: *collects feathers, claws, whiskers, bones, pretty rocks, buttons, shells and a number of other things he finds interesting in nature*

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Falûne in his original story timeline: *collects buttons and thimbles*

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Conclusion: The boy likes collecting.

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*Some more of The devil of the emerald grove au~*

Falûne: *sighing as he looks over the groves wall* … *stands up and goes to spread out his wings*

“Hey!”

Falûne: *jumps and looks back recognising the voice as the cute blacksmith* o-oh! Hello! How are you settling in?

Dammon: good, though admittedly I could do with some non wooden tools, beggars can’t be choosers. I’m afraid I left most of my equipment in elturel and well, what I did bring is either here or lost on the road between the toll house and here… *shudders* we threw off nearly everything we could to slow down those beasts…

Falûne: I’m so sorry to hear that… it’s been quiet for so long and suddenly goblins and gnolls are popping up everywhere, papa won’t let me leave the grove without him or someone to protect me… *sighs and sits back down, getting an idea in his head to try and woo the handsome tiefling* hm…

*that evening*

Halsin: *getting ready to do patrols* there you are flower, had fun?

Falûne: *brushing his teeth* mhm! *spits before rinsing and unfurling his wings finally* the Tieflings are really nice! That Rolans a bit of a cranky badger though but I’ll get through to him! *sighs* I just wish… my wings wouldn’t scare them… my horns and lack of ridges already had their heads turning… are devils… really that terrible papa?

Halsin: only ones raised without love. *smiles and pats his hair* it won’t be long, we’ll house them and they’ll be on their way when their ready and you can go back to flying around freely.

Falûne: not very free when I’m not allowed to leave the grove…

Halsin: *sighs* son…

Falûne: I’m strong dad! You know I am! Remember the displacer beast?? The Owlbear?? I can help! I-

Halsin: Will stay where it’s safe, lûne. Whats out there right now are no mere beasts! They’re intelligent enough to catch you off guard and if I lose you it will leave me with another wound that will never heal!

Falûne: *ears pinning back at being scolded* I… I’m sorry papa…

Halsin: *sighs and pulls him into a hug* I know you think you are ready son… but you don’t know the truth of the world as I do, and the cruelty that exists beyond and within natures dwelling…

Falûne: I know papa… I’m sorry papa… *hugs him back already regretting his decision for tonight*

Halsin: I’m sorry too… *sighs* I know you only wish to help… go on now, to bed with you.

Falûne: *nods* y-yes papa… *walks to his room and climbs up the ladder to his comfy hammock bed ignoring the one on the floor by the fire, curling up into a ball and waiting* …

*stone creaking as Halsin leaves*

Falûne: … *pushes up the hatch/sunroof above him and climbs out, spreading his wings and taking flight out of the grove and into the night*

*several minutes later*

Falûne: *lands on the bridge between moonhaven and the grove, giddily running to the broken wagon and rummaging through it* broken lute- plates- A hammer! Yes! *starts following the trail of tools from the wagon all the way near the entrance to the forest, his ears immediately pricking up to the sound of a twig snapping* huh? *looks into the darkness and feels his blood run cold seeing red eyes staring back at him and the glint of a dagger*

Ned’Cirannis: DIE NON BELIEVER! *charges forward realising he’s been spotted, his dagger catching Lûnes hand before being sent flying off the bridge as a bears claw rips through him*

Falûne: *drops to the ground, eyes wide in shock and feeling nauseous as a poison floods into his veins. Unable to kill him, but enough to harm* p-papa- *whimpers as vines shoot up from the ground, shielding him as Nettie runs into view, binding the drow down as well letting Halsin land the killing blow* n-Nettie-

Halsin: *transforms back into an elf, rising to his feet and turning to lûne* What in the hells are you doing out here Falûne?! You disobeyed me! And now- *pauses hearing squelching and squeaking, looks down to see a tadpole wriggling from the corpses face before jumping free and running right for his son*

Falûne: h-hnhnn!! *kicks at it and shields his face as it jumps right for him*

Nettie: *catches it in a jar* GOT YOU! Nasty little thing… *sighs and looks back at Lûne to see sweat pooling on his face already* he’s been poisoned- *steps back as Halsin lifts him up*

Halsin: *scooping Lûne up into his arms, a quiet and heavy sense of disappointment in the air* I expected better of you son… *waits for Lûne to hold on before fishing an antidote from his pocket and helping him drink it*

Falûne: *takes the bottle and drinks it without question, guilt tangling his insides into knots more than the poison ever could* I’m sorry papa, I-I’m so sorry! *sniffles as he breaks down and starts to cry, more hurt over breaking his trust than his injury*

Halsin: *sighs and nuzzles his forehead against his horns* I know son… I know…

*the next day*

Falûne: *sick in bed from the poison, his head snugly resting against his pillow having a great view of the dead drow laying sprawled out on the table a room away* … *sighs and looks at the tools he’d collected in his bag, wondering how pleased dammon will be* … *smiles and curls up a little to sleep*

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*The emerald grove devil Au, where Lûnes life started off filled with love*

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Keldran: *travelled all the way from baldurs gate, holding a basket in his hand with a tiny baby nestled within, unable to bring himself to kill him, but unable to obey Selûnes demands to keep him imprisoned, never mind so close to where so many cultists of the lord of the 8th could easily find him. Now walking through the empty streets of moonhaven, no signs of life beyond borded up windows of a village that never fully recovered from a century of assault, and heart heavy knowing he only has one option left before him and hoping natures chosen will find mercy even his own goddess feels unwilling to give* shhh… *sits down on a rock and lifts the baby from his basket, giving him his bottle and rocking him in the night air. His mind clouded and unable to see him as his own son despite having his eyes, unable to forgive the fact he’d been tricked by the spawn of Mephistopheles into siring him, but in this life deciding not to blame him for it* shhh… this is for the best child… *looks over at the wall barely hidden behind the rocks* …May silvanus have a kinder heart than our lady of silver… *looks down at him as he finishes the bottle and settles back to sleep* May you be given the love that I cannot give… *places him back in his basket and walks to the gate of the old oak grove, setting him down with a note pinned to his blanket, before casting blessing over him and praying Selûne will have mercy on him* good luck, Falûne… *walks off into the night leaving him there*

Falûne: *blinks awake slowly no longer sensing the swaying of his basket or the soft hum Keldran sang to keep him calm* h-heh- Heeeh!! *starts to cry and scream his little lungs out, trembling in the darkness of the dim moonlight, his shrieks so loud they cover the noise of the gate opening, only silencing as he’s lifted into two large hands* h-hweh! *looks up to see two warm eyes and a scarred but gentle face*

Halsin: oak father preserve me… where did you come from little one? *looks down at his blanket and sees the note, a long warning written on one side of who he is and who made him, of the ruin he will bring if not raised with care, and on the front, his name* Moon flower… Falûne. *smiles* hello little one… You can call me papa… *picks up his basket too and carries him into the grove*

*20 plus years later*

Falûne: *hanging upside down by a tree branch* you mean none of you smelt them? Only me? A bunch of funky smelling rats turn up at the grove and nobody bats an eye?

Rath: none of us expected them to be shadow Druids! *sighs* no matter. Khagas facing her punishment. I can only thank silvanus your nose picked up something off before they could do harm.

Falûne: hmph. Papa should’ve never let her reach the position of arch druid to begin with, she treats anyone different to her like salted earth…

Rath: she’s just-

Falûne: a racist. *jumps down* and I’m tired of everyone pretending she isn’t. *trots off across the bridge leading to the gate and the hollow, only to freeze as he sees Halsin guiding several wagons and other Tieflings into the grove, all of them exhausted, battered and weary* papa? *walks over and looks up at him* who are these people?

Halsin: refugees, from Elturel son, I found them while out scouting, they were attacked by gnolls and goblins.

Falûne: more attacks, I can hel-

Halsin: No. I won’t be having this conversation with you again either son. For the time being you stay within the grove unless you leave with me.

Falûne: but I can fight! You taught me-

Halsin: … *folds his arms*

Falûne: *bristling to argue but holds his tongue and pouts, hugging his staff* yes dad…

Halsin: good lad… *pats his hair* why don’t you help the refugees settle in? I saw a few around your age who could do with a friendly welcome.

Falûne: huh? *looks at him then at the caravans, catching the eyes of a certain blacksmith and a sulking wizard* I- *visibly blushing dark blue before hiding behind halsin*

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Raphael: *eyeing Mol up* she’s too young.

Korrilla: But Lûne always asked for a little sibling to play with, or just a friend.

Raphael: yes up until he was 14 but he’s in his 20s now. If she were closer to his age group I’d consider it but they’ll have nothing in common.

Korrilla: she needs a family though and you can easily turn her immortal, she’s got all the makings of a good devil like lû. Besides they get along and she looks up to him a great deal!

Raphael: I doubt she’ll willingly join us as family… I’ll need to ease her into the arrangement by giving her what she wants.

Korrilla: she’s a child what could she possibly want?

*10 minutes later*

Raphael: world domination.

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“Falûne, our dear little pig keeper. A foulblood yes, but pure as a lamb.” - Father Keldran

Doodle of Falûne before his journey. Feeding the chickens and slopping the pigs before preparing lunch for the cloister, hoping one day he can join them, not as a servant but as a fellow acolyte. Hope, such a tease.

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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!

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*The emerald grove devil, the Nautiloid*

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Halsin: *packing healing potions and a staff as he prepares to leave*

Falûne: *walks over clad in his armour and wielding the pale oak staff* I’m ready.

Halsin: what? *looks at him and sighs* You are not coming with me Falûne.

Falûne: That bastard of a man called me a foul blood!! I’m not trusting him or his companions with your safety papa! Whatever is- *goes silent as Halsin embraces him*

Halsin: I need you here to protect the grove son. You know how to run things here better than anyone else… so please, don’t fight me on this…

Falûne: b-but they’re horrible people, I know they are! They’re worse than Khaga they’ll abandon you the first chance they can get dad!

Halsin: shhhh… *strokes his cheek and wipes away the tears already spilling over from his full heart* I will be okay… I promise I’ll be home come nightfall…

Falûne: …okay papa…

*that evening*

Falûne: *sitting on the wall, staring up at selûne as she reaches midnight, her rays shining on the temple in the distance beyond the forest and bridge* …to hells with this… *spreads his wings and takes flight, gliding over the forest and the desecrated village, staring in horror as he sees goblins on the rooftops, and beyond it a burning hellscape* what in the- *looks down to see Aradin and his men crouched behind a bush in terror, his father no where in sight* y-you vile dog!! *swoops down, staff at the ready* Where’s my father!?

Aradin: shhhh!! You stupid devil you’ll get us- *looks past him as the drow they were running from bludgeons falûne over the head with her mace* shit…

*several hours later*

Falûne: *blearily opens his eyes and nearly screams in horror as he’s confronted with the tentacled face of a mindflayer* n-no- p-please no! NO PLEASE- *squirms as it forces him in place and a parasite slips into his eye socket* h-hnnn!! *struggles against the pod as it closes up and he’s forced back into a stasis* p-papa…

*literally only a few minutes later*

Falûne: *running through the Nautiloid with Us, Lae’zel and Shadowheart following him, his wings out and staff drawn as he runs into the helm of the ship* Shit- *watches as a mindflayer lunges for a cambion, his hands moving on their own and blasting it with a frost missile allowing the lieutenant to fly out of its reach*

Zhalk: *looks over in shock to see him* my lord… *summons forth his forces* PROTECT THE PRINCE OF THE 8th! OR MEPHISTOPHELES WILL HAVE YOUR HEADS!

Falûne: l-lord? Prince? Mephistopheles??

Shadowheart: now isn’t the time for questions this ship is going down!! GO!!

Falûne: r-right!! *spreads his wings and takes flight, gliding past the cambions and the mindflayer before grabbing hold of the helm and connecting the tendrils, his eyes looking up to see a dragon staring back at him* sh-shit…

*a few hours later*

Falûne: *groans awake to find himself on a very familiar beach* I’m alive- I- I’m?… alive?… *looks over himself for injuries before taking note of where he is* home… I’m home! I’m- wait… PAPA!!!

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*Some of the emerald grove devil au as Halsin tends to Lûne following the Drow poisoning~* and Aura belongs to @stoplickingthedamnbear

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Halsin: *walks into his and Lûnes room, laying him on his bed and removing his clothes to ease the fever and sweats as the antidote fights the poison* …

Falûne: *voice and breath shaking as he speaks* I-I’m s-sorry p-

Halsin: be quiet son… *removes his shirt and sighs with relief seeing no further injuries beyond his hand* deliberately disobeying me is one thing. But leaving the grove at night without telling anyone and not even wearing a hint of armour to protect yourself. I’m disappointed in you Falûne…

Falûne: *tears stinging his eyes again, his words and disappointment hurting more than the poison* I j-ust wanted t-to help-

Halsin: You can’t help anyone if you’re dead Aura- *covers his own mouth in shock* I-…

Falûne: *staring up at him in equal shock*

Halsin: … *sighs* you’re just like her…

Falûne: …did… did Aura… run into danger often?…

Halsin: more often than most… and usually I was the one who ended up hurt by chasing after her and running head first into said danger to save her… but for every time I saved her… she saved me… and then… I lost her to that accursed place…

Falûne: you never… told me why she went there…

Halsin: her rite… her own stubborn honour for whatever foolhardy reason demanded she assume the form of a wolf and make the journey to every circle across faerun as only a wolf. When she’d return with all the blessings of the arch Druids, then she would take her place as Faithwarden to serve this circle along side me… I begged her not to go, I warned her the harpers had told of Ketheric mobilising an army… she promised she would be back before I assumed my role as arch Druid… and then my warning came true… *looks out at the mural of dark justiciars* she would have been nearing moonrise by that point… to receive the blessing of nature itself as her final one before my own… and then… then the darkness came… and she never came home… *looks at him with a sadness in his eyes he’d tried so hard to shield from his son* Promise me Lûne… You will never ignore my warnings ever again… I’ve already lost her… I cannot lose you as well.

Falûne: *heart heavy seeing the pain in his eyes and hearing it in his voice* I-i promise papa…

Halsin: … *leans down pressing his forehead to his* thank you son…

Falûne: *nudges his horns against his forehead* …

Halsin: you’re grounded for a month by the way.

Falûne: UGHHHHHHHHHHH JUST LET THE POISON TAKE MEEEEE!