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[the-peculiar-rogue]

I took a look at cotl and went "haha my cleric frfr"

[rexcaliburechoes]

gale is ambition, so he has both crippling self doubt and debilitating pride in his work.

gale is ambition, so if a character tries to undermine him by one-upping him, he'll think he's not nothing left. more else can the orb destroy that it hasn't already?

gale is ambition, so if a character tries to undermine him by one-upping him, he'll vehemently deny that. he's the wizard of waterdeep. he was mystra's chosen. he was her lover. who could be any better than that?

gale is ambition. it's his greatest flaw and his greatest asset.

[forcedhesitation]

I'm actually rather surprised that not a single one of the boys made top three. but then again, I suppose the large number of straight men that play this game are not as visible in fan spaces as us lgbt. That is...a fortunate thing, though, I'd argue.

[quiddling]

teehee (-;

[mechncheese]

Damnit, you've inspired me. Here are my personal HCs for Science Continuity D&D night, please correct me bc I'm curious to see how they line up with mine.

Wheeljack: Likes playing characters that can a) schmoove, and b) deal the big damage. Most likely plays barbarian or fighter, though I think it would be immensely entertaining to see him play a rogue. Biggest detailer of plotlines, second only to Brainstorm. Always brings snacks to share, but tends to make a bit of a mess of the table.

Ratchet: Party healer, but in the "I'm a healer, but... *racks shotgun*" way. Plays a war cleric that hits way harder than it probably should. Consistently forgets about his spell slots unless it's time to heal someone. Trades off being the party face with Percy, but probably has the lowest Charisma score in the whole party.

Perceptor: One word - WIZARD. Amazing at managing his spell slots, always has something hidden useful up his sleeve. Just enough good dice luck to do some absolutely bonkers damage when he pulls out the big spells. Took a few levels in warlock purely for the Eldritch Blast + Spell Sniper combo, which Brainstorm refuses to let him live down.

Jetfire: Immediately strikes me as cleric-coded, but I can also see him playing a druid with low emphasis on wildshaping. Horrible dice luck through no fault of his own. (Brainstorm swapped his dice out with weighted ones, and nobody's caught on yet because Jetfire only uses that set as a player, not as a DM.) Usually the DM, but gets anxious when his players start causing problems on purpose.

Brainstorm: Sorcerer, 100%. Scary effective both in and out of combat. Has absolutely TPK'd the party at least once because he "forgot" to double-check the range on Fireball. Would've multiclassed three levels ago but Jetfire's too nervous of what he might do with that kind of power to allow it. Genuinely a great player to have at the table, but nobody's gonna give him the satisfaction of actually telling him that.

Prowl: World's most lawful neutral Paladin player. Absolute stickler for rules as written, gets upset when one of the other bots "Rule of Cool"s something, which is far too often for his liking. Put all of his non-combat skill points into Intimidation. Banned from DMing after trying to arrest the party in-campaign one time too many.

THESE ARE QUITE SPOT ON HONESTLY, I haven't played dnd in so so long so you'll have to forgive me for my lack of knowledge </3

I love Jetfire being the usual DM, BRAINSTORM WEIGHING HIS PLAYER DICE IS SO FUNNY TO ME he can't ever let this guy win </3 He'd catch on eventually.

Wheeljack would absolutely love to play physically powerful characters, he and Brainstorm probably put on funny character voices. Wheeljack's character would probably also be the first to die, he just keeps putting himself in dangerous situations for the fun of it.

Ratchet forgetting that he has his spellslots.. Someone has to remind him every time. He would also forget his character's alignment and default to his own feelings when making decisions.

"Ratchet would your lawful good character really steal from a marketplace?"

"..No but I would like to do it anyway"

PERCEPTOR IS A WIZARD FAN YES, HE LOVES MAGIC AND SPELLS ! I think he gets super into the story of a campaign (especially when Brainstorm is the DM). If Perceptor were a DM he would put the party into the equivalent of an escape room and it would take at least 2-3 sessions to solve. Perceptor probably has a custom dice set.

Brainstorm not being allowed to multi-class omg, the one time Jetfire let him, Brainstorm single-handedly hijacked the campaign and breezed through everything the DM threw at him (but you have to admit it was incredibly funny) I think he also makes a really good DM, crafts narratives so masterful it's probably moved one of them to near tears. He has much more fun as a player though so he doesn't DM too often.

Prowl.. NO FUN ALLOWED.. Things get a little scary with him when he's a player and he decides to just intimidate and sometimes even flat out torture npcs (and by extension the DM) for plot related information. I think he also slips out of character a lot when he's a player and he just defaults to himself.

[justahoax34]

Been watching Calvin’s from the fog videos and now I’m obsessed with Minecraft again.

My Lore for herobrine/players:

Ok so my version of players is that they are basically shapeshifters from the void. All the tiny white dots in the void are player stars (the brain) they command their surroundings void to either consume other weaker stars or the End island to create more void.

Physical Players started being allowed on the surface when the God, Creation (Mojang) found potential use with the void stars, that being helping them create new shit for the world ( Modding ). Now this is where herobrine come in, just before the Piglin war Creation decided to put their experiment into motion by pulling out one of the void stars (herobrine) without any accompanying void and as a defense mechanism it shut itself off. Creation spend months try to find a way to reactivate the star or communicate with it but after 4 month with nothing they decided to let the other gods, Knowledge, Foresight and Action to try their luck with it. Unfortunately before they could get any real work done with it the Piglin war started and they had to turn their attention to preparing the ancient hero for the upcoming battle.

At the end of the war right before the Gods returned to the Well of Fate, Action, who still had the dormant star on their person, drop it into the Overworld without realizing, leaving it for one of the ancient hero’s to find. That hero being Steve, one of the first three hero’s to be summoned by the Gods, he was a scientist and researcher of the slow forming civilization of ancient Builders while his older brother Brian and his daughter Alex were warriors, a ‘real’ hero they’d call it but we won’t get into that.

Anyway Steve found the fallen star and since it was the Gods who left it behind he assumed it was a gift, so he took that star deep underground to a newly constructed city/laboratory (the soon to be deep dark). Down there Steve had a team of 7 main researchers to help work on the mysterious star. 3 cleric villagers, 2 witches and 2 members of the newly made mob, Illagers. During their research, tension grew between the villager and Illagers, it got to the point where every Illager and villager interaction ended in an argument. One of these arguments however happened in the testing chambers where the star was held and currently getting a close contact check up by Steve. It started when one young villager, Issac Larmon kept pestering another young Illager named Esmith Hensworth, about her peoples interest with ‘concerning’ new methods of magic. Their petty disagreement quickly turned into a full fledged debate when other villagers/illagers researchers working on golem creation nearby decided to put their two cents in and pick sides.

Steve needing to keep his focus on the star, it being incredibly fragile, wasn’t able to defuse the situation leaving the tension and negativity to rise in the room tricking the star into think it was back in the void therefore reactivating itself while still being held by Steve. The star began to do what it usually would if it were in the void and that is to ‘make more void’ by drain the life from Steve’s had and replace it it with this tar like substance. ( the exp from Steve’s hand floating within it) This caused Steve to immediately let go of the star let it fall and crack a few shards off, this flip a switch in the star now realizing that it is in fact not in the void and is in desperate need of a shell now that it’s hurt, so it buries itself into Steve’s chest and unfortunately for for the both of them Steve’s human body was not made to hold something of the void along with the fact that it was such a sudden transfer that not only did it completely burn out Steve’s insides and light coming out his eyes/mouth it also cause an explosion and right before that explosion happened Steve turn to see his brother Brian coming down to see what all the commotion was all about. That being the last person he saw before he died and the only thing the star grab from Steve’s died conscious was his brother’s name: The hero Brian aka Herobrine.

[utilitycaster]

Finally had time to watch divergence and the Strife Enperor-> it’s bad folks, and with the C3 ending, it’s hard not to put it together, but it did make me wonder. Between Ludinus’s plan vs what BH did, are parts of Ludinus’s plan better? In terms of consequences?

Because Predathos really wouldn’t have harmed anybody after eating the gods. Except he would’ve eaten the Betrayers too. So the possibility of wars and cults and a new doom era on Exandria wouldn’t happen. And the Primes would die but magic is still existing and champions like Vax would still be around and it’s based on faith so cleric stuff would still happen? If Zerxus could do it and be a paladin, why not the champions?

People losing their gods permanently is awful and I’ve never agreed with the arguments calling for their deaths, but in light of Divergence so far, I can’t help but wonder if Predathos eating all the gods vs. all gods coming to Exandria and the cycle beginning again, what would people at large have chosen if given the choice.

So: in case you did not notice, my "anyone in this fandom know rhetoric" current cause has been a litany against pure hypotheticals/what if the world was made of pudding type arguments. I find most defenses of Bells Hells rely on those in ways I do not find believable (ie, no, I do not think Vasselheim was going to launch a holy war and Groon and Ophera's behavior towards Vord indicate this really wasn't on the table; no I do not think Rudiusborn nor Ruidians were going to be killed; the lack of consequences in the finale in fact destroy the idea that Bells Hells are the poorest meow meows because the most they get is slightly harsh language). So this, which relies entirely on a hypothetical, is tough to answer.

With that said: No, I think people at large would not have chosen this, for the following reasons; if they did it probably would have gone badly; and I think you have a reading of the events of Divergence that are, shall we say, unique.

Piece by piece: "Because Predathos really wouldn’t have harmed anybody after eating the gods."

Probably true, though very poorly portrayed in the campaign, in that Predathos clearly can see Bells Hells well enough to attack them with accuracy and even swallow them, but does leave when there are no gods present (the implication being that mortals provide no sustenance and Predathos is only interested in attacking them when they get in its way...but they do get in its way). I think the better question, and again, hypothetical, is how long it would take to eat the gods, and harm done during that period - Predathos got two before, but was sealed before it got to the others, so this does seem to be a thing that takes time. Presumably either the Primes would have brought down the gate or Predathos would have chewed through it, and during that time, who knows how many mortals would have been collateral damage of the gods or of mortal fighting. Would Predathos have harmed people directly? Probably not, unless, as mentioned, people got in its way, which many probably would.

"Except he would’ve eaten the Betrayers too. So the possibility of wars and cults and a new doom era on Exandria wouldn’t happen."

Objectively false for two reasons: First, it is confirmed by the Campaign 3 finale that Tharizdun does not read to Predathos as the same divinity and presumably would not have been consumed, and therefore one of the main pantheon would have remained: the horrible ravening void, with no gods left to maintain its chains and no Divine Gate behind which it is sealed [assuming that holds it, which, if its divinity is different, does the Divine Gate even do anything here, particularly since iirc it's said that Tharizdun is theorized to be able to break it even if it were intact]. Similarly, the Luxon is still around as are all kinds of lesser but still god-like entities, good, ill, and otherwise (Uk'otoa, Vesh, Artagan, Xalicas, etc). Secondly...I am trying to be kind here, but based on a broad understanding of human nature and how groups of people historically respond in the face of drastic upheaval, and the fact that in our real world with no confirmation of any deities whatsoever, cults are a real problem...is this your first day on this lovely blue marble we call home. And when we put these two things together? I expect Calamity 2 Except This Time It's An Angry Phoenix Who Lost Its Rider. I mean it will probably be shorter and not quite as lethal, but still pretty fucking bad, and that's assuming Tharizdun doesn't get out.

"And the Primes would die but magic is still existing and champions like Vax would still be around and it’s based on faith so cleric stuff would still happen? If Zerxus could do it and be a paladin, why not the champions?"

I think there would still be clerics and paladins in the world; however, many would probably lose their powers, depending on the source. I should also note that if you see clerics and paladins as healthcare providers, the idea of "no don't worry! We're only reducing the clinician workforce by 75%, there's still people" immediately becomes obvious as a moronic statement. I should also note that paladins formerly of a god might have something of a chip on their shoulder. Vengeance is, famously, a paladin oath. What happens when you de-power a bunch of clerics and you now have a bunch of former Betrayer paladins fueled primarily by hatred and rage (and hopefully enough former Prime paladins invested in stopping them and not mad at the populace).

People losing their gods permanently is awful and I’ve never agreed with the arguments calling for their deaths, but in light of Divergence so far, I can’t help but wonder if Predathos eating all the gods vs. all gods coming to Exandria and the cycle beginning again, what would people at large have chosen if given the choice.

I'm keeping this brief but I think the message of the Calamity (in which, to be clear, the Prime Deities' interests were their own survival and the survival of mortaldom, with the understanding that saving everyone is impossible in the face of the Betrayers' desire to kill all mortals, and them if they stand for mortals) and Divergence is "Violence is to be avoided when it can be avoided, but to treat violence as inherently wrong as an option when the alternative is your own or your community's destruction is to doom yourself." I do not think anyone in the context of Divergence is saying "HELL YEAH I LOVE THIS CATACLYSMIC DEGREE OF VIOLENCE" (fans will say this, myself included, because, and I cannot stress this enough, it is pretend and I do not feel as though cheering the demise of a vampire hobgoblin who slaughtered someone in the forced labor prison camp is like, a problem); I think the characters of Divergence are saying, basically, what Brennan did: "Many of them are weak, and it should not be asked of them to be brave. If they are not asked to be brave, it is possible that they will watch the brave quickly die."

I also just think that again, looking at human history and what I know of psychology? Your average person does not like fuss and they often do not like actively choosing real, drastic change. They may find they like that change when it occurs, but many, many people just want to keep going with things as they are. I mean, look at how ignorant Bells Hells are and then look at the world at large; most people probably are like "well there hasn't been a Calamity in 800+ years, the gate seems to be working, I'm done." Whether or not the status quo is good is one thing; but status quos do tend to be, if not popular, frequently supported over the unknown in the general population. It is radical to prefer change - and I don't think that preferring change is bad! But it is a minority verging on fringe position much of the time. I suspect if you'd taken a vote of all Exandrians they'd be like "stop the weird lights in the sky and go back to how it was."

[corruptedmuse]

Here is my new pathfinder character, Havel!

Ancestry: Unbreakable Goblin Background: Hunter Class: Ranger Age: 20 Height: 3' 5"

Havel was born into the goblin tribe of Oir, outside the trading town Svetlana. He soon established himself as the black sheep of the very large family, as he was unusually solitary for a goblin, and rather disinterested in most of their antics. He latched on to the hunter's way of life, and specialized. Over the course of his adolescence, he developed skills to not only hunt any and all types of prey found around the settlement but learned to haggle and sell whatever he could hunt or find. Eventually, most of his tribe left for Absalom for better work (most of them being craftsmen) but he stayed behind. After their departure, he focused on selling his catches to the Almir family, a well-off rather large merchant family, becoming friends with one of the sons around his age, Ninel.

One day while hunting around some ancient ruins, destroyed in some forgotten war, he came across a strange metal container that was recently uncovered by some heavy rain. Breaking it open, a brilliant and beautiful crystal of light was revealed, which was sure to fetch a high price. He grabbed it immediately, put it in his leather bag which sat on his hip and rode back to town. He sold it quickly to the Almirs, spinning a tale of how he nicked it from some cave monster's lair. After the family passed it around admiring how the air around it shimmered with blue light, Ninel fashioned it into a necklace for his youngest sister, Flora.

Havel's life went on normally for only a few days, before he began to feel sick. Sweating and loss of taste turned into vomiting blood and extreme pain, with some of his flesh near his hip becoming clay-like in malleability. Managing to get to the local clerics before completely collapsing, he underwent an extremely intensive healing session for the next week. While unable to stay conscious for long periods of time, he did recall seeing some of the Almir family in the same ward, seemingly being treated for the same disease. Eventually, he was able to fully wake up, finding himself still sick but able to move with the help of a crutch (for his hip and right arm were, as he later found out, irreversibly scarred). One of the clerics, seeing him up, told him that one of the high clerics from Absalom had summoned him to the Almir manor.

Upon arriving, he was shocked to find the place surrounded by onlookers, protected by clerics he didn't recognize, while the whole manor was alight with fire. Confronting the high cleric who stood at the gate, tossing in Havel's belongings into the blaze, the arrogant high cleric proceeded to berate Havel. The crystal he found was not a simple light source but an old power source for some lost thaumic weapon. Since breaking open its containment shell, Havel had unwittingly spread magical contamination to himself, his belongings, and all the Almirs. In fact, many of the Almir family, having lived with the crystal for several days, were far more warped and damaged than he was, with Flora passing away from her sickness.

Completely overwhelmed with shame and guilt, Havel ran off into the surrounding woods, keeping his back to the surviving Almirs. He hid for several days in a fugue state, weak in both mind and body. Sensing easy prey, a young and abandoned wolf came to Hazel, who didn't bother to resist, but decided against consuming what he smelled as sick. This snapped Hazel out of his haze, and with a surprising amount of anger and frustration, pounced on the wolf. The two tussled for a while, before both were exhausted, calling a draw. Upset with the wolf's lack of strength and survival skills, on a whim, Havel decided to hunt for the wolf. Over the course of the next two weeks, the pair grew in health and companionship, and Havel named his new friend Crocket.

After resolving his physical ills (though never able to walk without pain again), Havel returned to his unaddressed guilt. Realizing he could never undo the damage he had done, he committed himself to doing his best to help the Almirs as repentance. Upon his return however, they refused to receive him, and all he could do was plead at their place of residence. Since then, he has focused on sending them any excess money he makes, and when he can, go searching for some cleric or doctor skilled enough to heal the injuries of the Almir family. His search for money and talent has brought him to Otari, where he has been working for the last two weeks.

Starting out introverted, his experiences has only made him more odd as a goblin, reserved and quiet. He now exercises the utmost care when dealing with the unknown, often to his detriment. However, when he is comfortable and relaxed (often when interacting with crocket) his more wry and witty side becomes more visible. He also returns to his old energy when he needs to haggle, selling his catches or buying supplies for himself. While a rather scary wolf, Crocket acts more like a large lab dog, full of juvenile vigour and lack of care with his large body.

[synergysilhouette]

10 more BG3 headcanons I have (some thirst)

Round 2! Hope you'll forgive me for one of these in particular; I know it was kinda wild. And I should warn you; some of these aren't really headcanons, but things I wish we got during the game. Didn't wanna make another "nitpick" post though since I didn't have enough. Make sure to check out my first 10 headcanons!

Astarion became more faithful if he romanced a cleric/devout Tav--Call me a sap for divine inspiration, but seeing how Astarion mentioned how no god ever answered his prayers throughout the years, I like the idea that a cleric Tav (or at least a Tav with reverence for a god/gods) inspired a bit of religiousness in Astarion; nothing elaborate, but something along the lines of "the god(s) you worship must care about me because they brought you to me, and you saved me"-type thing. I kinda have a similar headcanon for Wyll since he mentioned something similar about gods giving him the cold shoulder, but for some reason, I keep imagining him being more secular, though perhaps he does have a bit more respect for the gods.

2. Wyll and Tav's first child (after Lily) is named after his father--I remember that if you tell him you want to start a family (kinda sucks he's the only guy I can have the dialogue option with, but I get it), that his father would like someone to carry his name. I'm pretty sure he meant the Ravengard name, but I do find it cute if they just said "screw it, we're gonna give our child your exact name." Ulder can be a unisex name...right?

3. Omeluum helps us if we rescued him--This is directly contradictory with canon, but I wanted it so bad. It doesn't feel fair that Omeluum is the most helpful mind-flayer, but there's no option to have him be the mind flayer who assists Tav's team. It'd be a nice alternate option to having the Emperor or turning Orpheus or a member of your team into an MF.

4. Wyll expresses interest in becoming a wizard if Mizora's pact is broken--Perhaps this is due to respecing ALL of my team into wizards based on my gaming style, but I don't put it past Wyll to miss his warlocks abilities, and since he'd wisely not sell his soul to a demon after being free of Mizora and not have the time to go through a whole wizard education, Gale tutors him in their free time, and he eventually becomes an accomplished Bladesinger.

5. Astarion's fed on everybody and (mostly) no one's picked up on it--When Astarion mentions that he'll visit Tav and be careful not to wake them, it kinda makes me feel like he's made his rounds, but isn't gonna mention that since the team didn't trust him when he was outed as a vampire, and telling them that he's already crossed some boundaries would probably get him killed.

6. Tav is on frequent baby duty if romancing Lae'zel (unless githyanki)--This is a very selective headcanon dependant on MY Tav, but I do imagine Lae'zel leaves Xan with Tav whenever she has important duties, though she grows concerned that Tav will coddle them too much (unless they're also githyanki and they're helping her in her war against Vlakith). Otherwise, I could imagine Shadowheart's parents or Lord Ravenguard trying to help babysit.

7. The hyena from the beginning of Act II in the Shadowcursed lands returns and stands by us--I love "Speak with Animals," and I didn't appreciate it until a couple playthroughs in. I love the idea that upon being freed, he joins us in camp and befriends Scratch and the Owlbear cub.

8. Gale and Lae'zel are especially attracted to those with a lot of junk in the trunk--Random, I know, but it is a headcanon. Of course, this means almost nothing when in my mind, all the characters (particularly the men) are built with Rule 34 proportions, but I do love the idea that Lae'zel has a specific lust for thicc people (perhaps it's just a gith thing due to their skinnier body types), and Gale is easily flustered/seduced by someone of that build. I kinda like the idea that everyone in the camp is drawn to that, but Gale is more obviously distracted and Lae'zel is more obviously attracted; Astarion and Shadowheart keep their desires close to the vest so you don't have power over them, while the others are merely polite not to blatantly devour someone cakked up.

(Side note: Man, I wish we had a glute slider like Veilguard had--but a GOOD one.)

9. Gale is blissfully unaware of his (physical) allure--No idea why, but Gale always gave me "hot dad" vibes where youngsters are always drawn to him and attracted to him, and he doesn't understand the lust directed at him. He thinks himself handsome, but not really a magnet. As such, whenever people flock to him, he (sometimes) mistakenly assumes it's due to his magical acumin, being a hero of Baldur's Gate, being a chosen of Mystra, etc. When in reality, it may just be that he's the hot wizard. He always has a full classroom as a professor, in any case. (And this as hilariously ironic because I imagine he's very horny. I have a situation I imagine where he sends an astral projection to Tav in public that is accidentally very explicit.)

10. The Spawn in the Underdark offer a haven from Minthara and the drow--Even if she sides with Tav's good nature, Minthara is evil-leaning, and can go about going to war with one of the biggest drow houses. Given drow ruthlessness and sexism, I do like the idea that if the spawn are sent to the Underdark, whether ruled by Astarion or not, and they offer a haven from the horrific nature, and are on the verge of creating a peaceful enclave within the Underdark (and maybe offering a transactional relationship of protection in exchange for blood?)

(Note: Ignore the black coverings; apparently this is a pic from a bug that happened a few years ago.)

Hope you enjoyed these headcanons! Do you have any we share?

[ae-neon]

Secrets Sworn by Night are Kept in Death

Day 3 - Night Triumphant & Lady Death

The Order of the White Blade had been born in the desert during the Merchant Wars of Faran Kithal’s reign and were now commonplace in the plain's six cities.

It was not until their 25th year, however, that they took the God of Night and the Goddess of Death as their official patrons. A blasphemous affront by any other measure, given the known hatred between the two, but many holymen have since speculated that the Order's activities in the preceding years had granted them grace and favour with both deities.

And so, it came to pass that annually the assassin's stayed their death dealing hands for a single night. Of all mysteries - of which the moonless dark held many - the secret rites of the White Blade and their adversarial masters remains the most enigmatic.

From Monarchs, Merchants & Murder: a Brief History of the Sinari by Soruk Lahn

[ Part 1 ]

Fin.

The House of Starlight was one of the largest temples in the city. As home to three Gods - the Lord of Night, Lady Moon and the Bastard Prince of Shadows - it was, naturally, also one of the richest. Tithed to by followers and kin followers of each, this included industry tithes from guilds of assassins, merchants, taverns, sailors, pleasure houses and guards.

The temple's main building was a great tower whose glass dome roof had been built by genius engineers and mystical alchemists. It was designed so that the light and beauty of the stars was magnified when viewed from beneath it.

It was this that made the House a popular haunt among artists, vagabond poets, young nobles, keen philosophers, melancholy musicians and sex workers. Its resident acolytes and clerics did not mind, of course. Not so long as the guests stayed and paid. Entertaining these admirers was not a requirement but their Lord and Lady were fond of such atmospheres. And, in the case of the Knight of Shadows, his spies were ever inclined to use whatever means available to their advantage.

Darthan plucked a grape from a serving bowl as he sauntered through the main hall. He slipped his hand under his mask, careful not to disturb the crown of silver spikes. The black robes he'd been given matched the attire of his fellow Night acolytes as well as those of the Shadow Prince's followers hiding in their midst. Even so, these were much finer than his usual garb: embroidered about the shoulders in silver and gold, and ending in a cape tailored to billow as he walked. All gifts from those he was to serve tonight.

The few spots of bright silks amongst the raven clothed residents signalled the first of the temple’s guests arriving. Tonight, the absence of the Moon and her followers meant the enchanted space would be lit solely by starlight. The occasion always drew in a larger crowd than usual, from street urchins to acolytes of other Gods, all to witness the wonder of the starry night through the dome.

He’d looked forward to this night every year since he’d pledged his life to the House of Starlight and its Lord. But Darthan could not pretend he did not have his own reasons to be excited about missing it this once. He'd long been curious regarding the mystery of the White Blades. A curiosity promised satisfaction when he had been chosen as Vessel for their rite.

He wondered for a moment how the other Vessel might be faring – the House of Death seemed to him such a dour and serious place. Though, given their Mistress’ dominion, that was only natural. He’d entered the temple only once, a few years ago, to lay his own lady mother to rest. At the time the priestesses, dressed in varying shades of blue, had all been either locked in hushed conversation with their bereaved visitors or buried in books and scrolls. It had struck him as oddly peaceful and in that space, the throbbing headache he’d borne from holding back his tears and the knot of grief that plagued his throat had both come undone. And, for the first time in the days since his mother passed, he’d wept.

“You’re looking well. Ready for tonight?” Mezra said from behind him, jerking his mind from the memory. Darthan had learned not to react. The Shadow's acolytes were second only to assassins in their stealth and it was useless to pretend the skinny boy didn't know it was him by gait alone.

“I am. But if you’re fishing for information, you’ll catch nothing here.” It was instinct to glance around. Where Mezra went, Mazan followed. But the boy’s twin, as well as all other followers of the She-Wolf Moon Goddess, had gone to the Niwa Oasis just beyond the city limits to perform their own secret rituals tied to this moonless night. As he soon would. “Run along, Mez, and stay out of trouble.”

Darthan did not waver or hesitate as he strode through the temple and out into the waiting crowd that spilled into the street; those not here for the wonder of the temple itself but to participate in what little of the assassin’s ceremony was open to the public.

Just beyond the crowd a clearing had been made by the masked members of the Order, ominous in their plain robes and masks. They would spill no blood tonight but the death dealers were still feared enough to create a deterrence. Within the clearing a piebald mare stood tall and proud, fitted with gilded reins.

Praise and petals were thrown about as he made his way towards the mount, aimed at the face they imagined behind the mask. A thousand glories, My Lord! Keep me in my journey to Palik, Lord! Bless my son, Lord! The words began to meld into a chorus of devotion, and as the sky to the west darkened, Darthan felt a weight come with it, a reassurance that rang in his bones. The power of his God.

☼

The young woman glanced from her window on the second floor of the temple, across the dusk painted rooftops of the Dasari quarter, to the assassin’s keep. The wave of apprehension she had expected she might feel did not come. In this she was not Zinam the orphan, there could be no room for old fears of inadequacy. All stood equal before her Lady, and she had been chosen as Vessel.

A cool breeze drifted through the wood lattice window and pulled lightly at the white sheet which had been draped over the polished silver of her mirror. It did not move but she could not help but turn to stare at it, as if she might pierce the gauze, curious at whatever might gaze back.

The soft shuffle of feet drew her attention – as was intended, she knew, for the residents of the keep were trained to walk in absolute silence. A figure shrouded in loose white robes and a white mask with only slits for eyes, bowed at the hip, “It is time.”

The Vessel stood, squaring her shoulders. The markings which had been painted onto her nude form vanished from sight as her sister acolytes clothed her in a finely woven, sleeveless slip of a grey dress. A veil of the same material was draped over her chestnut hair, the pearls sewn onto its hem framing her face. She lifted from the table a long golden handle, the end of which held a skull mask which she set over her face before leaving. Two acolytes followed the Vessel, holding the excess of her veil above the ground as she walked out into the balcony that looked over the courtyard at the temple's front.

Down below, more masked figures from the keep had gathered to give their tithe. The large open square was flanked by pillars on which enchanted incense was burnt; soothing scents which sapped the fright and terror from all those who stepped foot into the House of Death. It had been this smell that had first called Ziman to the temple and where, in her Lady’s embrace, she had slept peacefully for the first time since she had lost her home. She did not glance at the contents of the wooden chests which had been laid out on the grey stones when she passed by them. Only nodded a small bow at the assassins before she went ahead of them towards the temple gates.

It was not the practice of this God or Her followers to accept offering from those who wished to cheat fate, such a thing was both futile and risked an insult to the Lady. But those who dealt death – executioners, butchers, and assassins – and those who fell under Her shared dominion – seafarers, witches and warriors – were considered kin followers to Her devotees. It was customary they contribute to the upkeep of the temples.

Of these the assassins – key figures in a city where the noble houses and guilds had blood feuds stretching back two thousand years – were the largest financial contributors. It was more than enough. The Lady did not share many of the other Gods' love for pomp and spectacle. In this She was an odd match for the bestial God of Spring, Lord of the Southern Winds, who too kept a more modest temple. Or so the Vessel had heard from the butchers who gave tithe there and here as kin followers of both. She stepped from the temple, passed the iron-wrought gates and the perimeter of lemon trees, into the cobbled streets.

The shift in scent brought a second of hesitation but she steeled herself once more, whispering behind the mask the familiar meditation: The Silver Star is my guide, my hand She holds, Her blade my shield, Her heart my tomb. She is the End of all. She will shall spare no king, shun no beggar, pardon no priests and condemn no blasphemers. At Her feet even Gods shall fall.

A crowd had gathered though none dared to look upon her even as they murmured prayers. Besides the dozen masked figures, it appeared the procession was to be escorted by a contingent of city watchmen. The guards were not followers of the Lady or Her Husband. The Vessel wondered if they had come on behalf of one of their patrons. She was gently lifted onto a white stallion, careful not to show her face, and from her mount took in the road ahead as the last minutes of sunset stretched over the city in a medley of pink and orange.

For a moment a deep silence fell, so complete it was broken only by the cry of river birds, the huffing of her horse and the distant bustle which told her that across the city, the other Vessel had also just emerged from his House. She waited. Seconds slowed as night descended with a palpable presence. The echoing toll of bells rang out and with it, the Vessel surrendered all she was to the God of Death.

Does it count even if Rhysand or Nesta don't really appear yet? I hope so

@rhystaappreciationweekend

[crazylittlejester]

JES IMAGINE IF THE MODERN AU BOIS PLAYED DND-

OH THEY SO FUCKING WOULD

i actually have thoughts about this, I play DND and every time i go to meet up with my friends and play ofc i think about my silly ass modern au and what kinda characters I think the boys (and the girls!!) would play

the current DND group is definitely War, Twi, Sky, Athena, Sun, and Midna with Linkle as a BATSHIT DM

War: usually plays a rogue, and I’m honestly torn between him playing an arcane trickster or an assassin because both are right up his alley and i think he’d enjoy either. He just kinda fucks around and he has a GRAND time doing it, causing problems makes him happy. he has hot pink dice

Twi: circle of the shepard druid, his wild shape is a goat because of course it is. there’s definitely been a part of some campaign where someone has grabbed the goat and ran. he has a little goat figure he bought to put on Linkle’s board. his dice are just black with white numbers, sky plans to get him a fancier set because he’s been using those same dice for the past seven years

Sky: Storm sorcerer, he loves chain lightening and fireball. AND MAGIC MISSLE. he’s there to be silly and have a great time and he does both. he definitely buys dice to fit whatever character he plays, so he’s got a couple sets by now

Athena: Grave domain cleric, toll the dead has fucking saved the group’s asses a good few times, it helps that she got good stats when they were making their character sheets. her dice are also pink like War’s, and when they play in a dark room it’s not uncommon for them to accidentally take one or two of each other’s dice because they’re so similar

Sun: Fey wanderer ranger, because she likes rangers but also on the dnd wikidot she saw “fresh, seasonal flowers sprout from your hair each dawn” and was like “THAT ONE.” she got her dice on etsy and they have flowers inside of them, they’re very cool

Midna: Oathbreaker paladin, and she came up with a very mysterious past for her character as to how that oath got broken. sometimes she plays a yapper, but her oathbreaker paladin is much quieter. she has purple sparkly dice, i know it in my heart

and then Linkle as a DM puts them through fucking hell. it takes Sky like five seconds to solve the hard puzzles she comes up with, but then group will get into screaming matches over shit that SHOULD be obvious because they way overthink things, and usually War takes that as an opportunity to open the door anyway and run into another room with Midna while Sky and Twi loose their minds and Sun and Athena have intellectual conversations (about the dungeon)

this is not to say i don’t think the others would play DND, because they’d all love it (TIME would be the biggest fan I think), but this is the group the main 3 play with

[tempestuous-tempest]

Idk why he's so purple in the video but Semandrus, my War Cleric tav, and Astarion. <3

[australianspy]

what i wouldn't give for bg3 to let durge be a war cleric for one of the dead 3....... bonus points if it's bane. their brain is so goopified to the point that all they remember about themself is their own name, don't even know their profane FATHER. and yet, we see that they remember gortash's name? what if they also remember the freedom he promised, not in so many words but in FEELING, and recognize it in bane? does bhaal exsanguinate them on his altar for worshipping the enemy? does bane laugh the whole time at how easy it was to corrupt the flesh of his sworn rival? sure, but it'd all be worth it for how gortash would be falling over himself when amnesiac durge approaches him for the first time, clothed in the colors of his lord and devout to the last vestiges of his memory.

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

COLLISION

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 2 - 2.5K WC

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 (you are here!)

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 NSFW 18+

Chapter 6 NSFW 18+

Chapter 7 NSFW 18+

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Magic was tougher than it looked. It felt like the most grueling full body workout. “Well, you’ve got enough to get you through a very short… heavily aided battle.” Shadowheart said, it sounded like the best backhanded compliment. 

“Can we be done for the day?” You asked, cracking your neck and stretching your back. “Please?”

Gale smiled and waved you off, “Just for today, we’ll need you in battle soon enough. Best you have a few tricks up your sleeve to survive… A word of advice, seek out Lae’zel, have her show you combat training. The Githyanke are -”

“Excellent warriors, I know.” you stated without thinking.

Gale’s face faltered for a moment before relaxing “Precisely, she’s the best to learn from.” he clapped his hand on your shoulder before walking back to his tent.

Shadowheart was walking back to her tent but gave you a smile and mouthed “good luck” towards you. 

You took a deep breath and walked to Lae’zel’s tent. Feet practically made of lead the way the anxiety made them drag. You stopped in front of her not looking up.

“Speak” was all she said.

“I’d like to spar with you… have you teach me how to fight… so I’m not just a useless cleric.” Your lip twitched up at the end of your sentence. Finally raising your gaze, Lae’zel looked at you and crossed her arms. 

“Fine. I suppose you can use this.” She said handing you what you recognized as “The Cruel Sting” sword from the drider, Kar’niss. 

You clutched the sword and followed Lae’zel to the center of the camp where she unceremoniously body checked you, knocking you onto your back with a groan.

“The Hell was that for?!” you yelled at her.

“Your enemy will not fight fair, you need to know brutality if you wish to fight.” she said as she unsheathed her sword.

You stood and held your sword. Nothing had ever felt more out of place. This wasn't a Renaissance Festival, this was real and you had to learn this to survive. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and praying a collective prayer to any deity listening. You opened your eyes, the first strike of many clanged against your sword.

Shit.

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Metal collides well past sundown. Lae’zel had run you ragged. You were currently trying to shove her back. She put her foot behind yours and shoved, sending you crashing onto your back.

“Have you learned nothing?!” she yelled so loudly everyone else in the camp was watching now. “Your enemy will not hesitate to kill you. You shall offer them no such mercy either!” she continued to yell.

That's it. That’s what broke the camel's back. Rage consumes you after being beaten down for hours. Your hand reached slowly for the small blade tucked into your breast pocket. Lae’zel put her sword to your neck to demand your surrender. You raised your hands. Lae’zel began putting her sword away and that's when you struck. You kicked her closest ankle and sent her falling. Dagger in your hand, you rolled on top of Lae’zel, straddling her hips and pressing the blade to her throat. She gawked at you, she was speechless. 

“Never assume the war is over because the battle was lost.” you said with hate in your voice but a proud smile on your face. 

Lae’zel gave the faintest smirk before taping the handle of the blade, signifying she surrendered. Both of you got up slowly. Lae’zel extended her arm. You stared at it in disbelief but your arm went to hers. Holding each other's forearms she shook it once firmly before saying, “Cleric, you may survive us yet.” she let go of your arm, walking to the bonfire as the meat roasting smelled as if it was almost done. 

Karlach walked over to you, “That’s as close as you’ll ever get to her saying you’re friends now.” she laughed. “You’ve improved a lot in one day. It’s going to be nice having you around soldier.” she patted your back before she herself walked to the campfire. 

You smiled watching her walk away. Glancing at Gale and Wyll they both gave you smiles, Gale giving a soft clap and Wyll a thumbs up. You walked back to your new tent that Karlach had set up for you while you were in the weave. It wrapped around the tree you slept on last night. A bedroll, some candles, and a small table with a lamp softly flickering. The flamed danced shadows across your tent, you laid on your bedroll momentarily, watching the shadows. Quickly, before you got too comfortable, you stood and began your walk to the stream. Your body ached but in a satisfactory way. Maybe you could be an adventurer. At least until you got back home. You shed your camp clothes at the shore, looking back and making sure everyone was at camp. You could hear them eating and telling stories  around the fire. You waded into the stream until it reached your ribs. You sat against a boulder in the stream. The water rushing around you felt calming, as if the water was trying to massage the ache out of you. You brushed water over your face and hair before leaning your head back and closing your eyes. Trying to connect to the earth around you, searching for a blissful escape in the elements even if only for a moment. 

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Astarion watched you from behind a tree near the shore and his tent. He didn’t mean to spy on you. He honestly thought he saw a fae or siren wade into the water, your body enchanting him. He watched you wade to the boulder finding some sort of solace in it. You leaned there unmoving for what felt like hours. 

Sad

That's what rang out in Astarion’s mind. The tadpole saying what your mind must have been screaming. He felt that unfamiliar pang in his chest again. He wanted to… comfort you? He didn’t even know what that would look like. Was it like seduction just… less? He both wanted to know and despised the thought of knowing.

Without realizing it, he had drifted off and he refocused on your form trudging back to the shore. He knew what he had to do to get rid of the pang in his chest. Crush it. Crush you. The very thought hurt him somehow but he knew it had to be done. He walked out from behind the tree heading towards the shore. Your back was facing him, your shirt and underwear on but nothing else. He adored the way the moonlight made your shirt cast a shadow of your body. He noticed every curve, dimple, freckle… he noticed them all. 

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“Oh! Astarion…” you jumped when you heard the rocks behind you shift. Your hands flew all over your body trying to cover up but not sure what exactly to cover. He grabbed your hip when you started to move backwards. You glanced at his hand before looking at his face, your eyebrows scrunched together. Astarion hadn’t exactly been the most welcoming in the camp so what was this? Hand still on your hip he possessively pulled you to his chest, his opposite hand tilting your chin up so your lips were a breath away from each other. Your whole body felt like cement and lava at the same time. Your eyes watched his every move. 

“A bath with no invite? Darling, you wound me.” he whispered onto your lips. You sucked in an unintentionally sharp breath when he leaned forwards and smashed his lips to yours. He was rough despite his gentle grasp on your chin. He continued to kiss you, nipping at your lower lip.

“Ouch!” you yipped, pushing his chest away. 

“Come now darling you cannot be so delicate…” he said seductively.

You backed up and held your arm out in front of you to put a physical barrier between you. “Astarion, stop.” You said as your finger smoothed over the nip on your lip that had drawn the smallest bit of blood. 

Now it was his turn to freeze, “What? Why? Is something wrong?” He asked. He almost sounded… annoyed? Instead of concern which you would expect from a lover. 

You knew enough about Astarion from your progress in Baldur's Gate III that he was trying to manipulate you by sleeping with you. It saddened you. He might not like you much in reality but you would still protect him like everyone else in your party. Your face gave a painful squeeze before you swallowed it all down. You put your arm down, picking up your pants, boots, and vest. “Astarion… you don’t truly want this. I’ll umm… I’ll see you at camp.” You whispered out. 

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The world seemed to be so still and quiet down by the stream. Astarion heard every syllable. He watched you leave quickly and did he detect… a quiver in your voice? Why would you be upset about him trying to fuck you? Why did you say “you don’t truly want this”? He didn’t want it, but how did you know that? He walked back to his tent glumly. After seeing you take down Lae’zel he thought you might not be so bad to have under his thumb. Why would you reject him? He saw himself for the first time in 200 years that morning so he knew for a fact he was still beautiful, fangs and all. He wracked his brain but couldn’t come up with an answer to why his plan didn’t work on you. It works on everyone else. 

A bitter seed was planted inside him. He watched your form move around camp for the rest of the night. Eyes never meeting his. He watched you talk with the others. Sing with Wyll. attempt to dance with Karlach. Everyone wore soft smiles, even Lae’zel which was rare. A warmth was spread around the camp. As if the air was made of warm honey. Suffocating you in the best way possible. Rested and comfortable is what it was.

He wanted so desperately to be a part of it. And yet, that bitter seed took root and every thought of you suddenly felt like rot and decay. Finding the bad and none of the good. Making you the cause of such ire. He wanted to be rid of you. He thought of the item you had, the “mirror” he used. Had you told the others about that? What would they think of it? He could twist it to make you look like the villain, he was sure of it. 

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“”Y/N darling…” 

Your head snapped to Astarion who had silently managed to sit across from you at the bonfire. Your head swirled a bit, whatever Karlach was drinking had some twang to it that's for sure. You were drunk and the warm glow of the fire made you feel like a cat in a sunbeam.

“Astarion darling…” you giggled back.

“Have you told our dear friends about your powerful little tool?” he batted his eyelashes at you but a devious smirk laid across his lips. 

Everyone's eyes slowly drifted to you and lord did you feel them on you.

“I… I showed Gale.” you rushed out. You weren’t hiding it. Not truly. You just didn’t know how to tell them what a phone was without having to tell them about your… well… life? And how to you, they were a mere video game. That they didn’t actually exist. That's a little tough to deliver. Especially while drunk. 

“Yes! She had me repower it.” Gale chimed in. 

“Oh it needs magic to power itself? Sounds dangerous if you ask me…” 

Now everyone's eyes were not only looking at you but focused on you, scanning you over for any potential danger. You slowly reached into your bedroll. Your phone lit up and everyone kept a strong hold on their weapons. 

“I… it is a power source… but it only powers itself. It’s not dangerous I swear…. It’s used to communicate where I’m from.” you quickly defended yourself.

“And where is that exactly?” Astarion hummed.

Your skin was crawling, you felt how unsteady your stomach was, a cold sweat coating your back, your hands shaking, and dear god you were fighting the urge to spill tears. All out of sheer anxiety. You didn’t want to lie, but you didn’t know how to tell the truth either. 

“I… I’m… not from here. Or Baldur’s Gate. Or Faerûn. I’m… I’m from somewhere far away. I’m not sure how to explain it.” you choked out. The tears slipped out but you quickly wiped them away and looked at your new friends, hoping they’d believe you but not push for more answers either. 

“How mysterious.” Astarion jested. “Care to show up what it does so we know it isn’t dangerous?” 

You looked down at the phone before looking at everyone around you. You had no idea if this would have some sort of butterfly effect or alter reality but you didn’t really care. These people were your best hope, you needed them and were in no position to test their patience. You looked down, defeated. You agreed, turning the phone on you opened the camera app. 

“I can use it to see people… and take portraits of them instantly.” you softly explained before taking a picture of yourself and then showing them all the picture. They looked impressed, borderline shocked. 

“Anything else?” Astarion asked, sounding unamused. 

You opened your music app and clicked on classical music, thinking that would be somewhat close to the music they know. Playing strauss II - voices of spring you turned the volume up and watched them become entranced. Karlach started swaying and humming with the melody. Everyone’s tense appearance faded and they all seemed pleased with the music. 

“Portrait machine and a music box, how delightful!” Gale spoke before drinking more wine. 

“If you all don’t mind I will retire early this evening.” you spoke softly as you got up and walked away leaving your phone as it began the classical music playlist you had saved for when you would study. Some of the group gave you nods, some were too deep in drink or conversation to notice. But Astarion did.

He saw how tightly you clasped your hands as you walked away. How your eyes were so big and full of fright. How your heartbeat sounded. Terrified.

Shit.

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He watched you from his tent as you threw rocks from the river bank into the riverbed. He could still hear your heartbeat. How strained it sounded. Like it was fighting itself. He felt wretched. He was doing what he needed to. Right? Then why did it hurt so damn bad? Why did the way the tears skimmed down your face feel like a wound to his heart? Why did he want nothing more than to go to you and whisper sweet apologies. He hates you. He has to because it is the only control he can feel at this moment. So why does the final sob he hears escaping you on the shore bring him right back to where he doesn’t want to be. He digs in his supply pack before pulling out the vile of angelic slumber. If he couldn’t meditate this away he was not above drugging himself to sleep for the night. Anything to not feel what he felt when it came to you.

Hello angels! You all were so sweet leaving me comments, likes, and reblogs. Thank you soooooo much! All that support went into overdrive so here is chapter 2! I'll be working on other chapters this week. Thank you again for all the love, I love interacting with ya'll! <3

[katyspersonal]

More in Gwyn's family

Me and @val-of-the-north tried to smoke some ideas regarding what Gwyn's mother would be like, and what Seath's wife / mother of Shira would be like 🤔 And here are some takes from brainstorming so far!

1) Honestly, I first really needed to figure out: Lloyd is a God of what?

He is uncle of Gwyn, so maybe that would shed some light on at least Gwyn's mother (or father, it depends)! He is.. well, obviously, a God of Law and Caste; so a "concept" God (like Gods of Sin/Love/Struggle/War/etc...). He is called guardian of Law and Caste, and his weapon and shield are named after this! But I mean, what is his "element", if any?

First, he is associated with rings of light, aka halos:

(You can make out something akin to pope's hat, shoulders-down hair and a sash over his right shoulder from the coin if you squint, too, as well as sharp pauldrons! 'Halo' here appears to be not over head, but a figure behind him in general)

'Aureole' is just another word for 'halo'! In Dark Souls 3, Lloyd got kicked out from the position of Allfather, so obviously long-lost ways of the Way of White refer to his reign! Halos make sense too, as multiple miracles created of Way of White's clerics also feature circles + symbol of Way of White is literal white circle, too 🤔

Something more peculiar though, is some strange sacred white (maybe even slightly blueish?) flame, that is said to behave as though it is "blooming":

(With Sanctus it is less blatant, but you still can see "petals" drawn on it, as well as the similar round core but also depicting floating aureoles. And, again, white + blue + golden palette) This is already more unique, since Gwyn's flame is just a normal flame!

Lloyd's Shield of Caste (this is what the ring resembles) also depicts something "blooming" in my opinion!

All in all, it would make the most sense if Thorolund mostly drew inspirations from the powers of their leader, rather than such distinct vibes developing literally on their own! But it is just hard to tell what exactly it is? This made me think of something akin to star light, or maybe a comet or a meteorite? So, should that have connection with the sibling of his that was Gwyn's parent? But how?

2) We needed to figure out Lloyd's sibling now.

So this is where Val SAVED us from the crisis, suggesting that maybe Gwyn's mom was a firmament lady! He also said that in Greek mythology, which Dark Souls' panteon takes inspiration from too, marriage of sky and earth caused the events that resulted in the birth of a Sun! I don't remember much on it besides how it can't be completely accurate because in Dark Souls flame IS time, but the sky/firmament idea seemed really interesting?

And then I took another look at the (presumed) Gwyn's mother AND:

She is depicted with BIRDS around her!!!!!!!!! You know, like air and sky symbols! Val's suggestion started to make a LOT of sense!

So, her and Lloyd would be siblings associated with the sky, but in a more "cosmic" sense of it, but their elements were subjects to a change upon becoming more "earthly"! 'Sky' is where the light takes its influence, whether it is light or sun or moon! Lloyd's element would resemble a falling of a comet or a meteorite, with "blooming" flame and maybe circles resembling ripples of it?

3) Following the idea of "sky married earth", I also smoked a really cursed suggestion for Gwyn's father, who is mysteriously missing from any depiction, unlike this lady!

Which God is associated with Earth in some way? So how about the blacksmith deity?

Titanite Demons are not Demons in the same sense as Lost Izalith's ones; they're creatures that appeared from parts of the blacksmith deity! Kinda like how when Manus died, his soul got fractured into different beings (Daughters of Dark), not all that new concept in the setting!

The thing about Titanite Demons? They are shooting lightning, too! Lightning in this setting is the sunlight! Titanite Demons are also mostly prominent in Sen's Fortress, and there's even one inside a small sanctuary in Anor Londo. And this God died, presumably in violent death, since they got shattered, so maybe it happened during the war with Dragons? And by the end of it, no much means were to immortalise what it even looked like!

4) Soooooo okay, I know you are all tired of me trying to find a good spot for Caffrey in the family tree or the scheme of things in general, but hear me out

I might be onto an idea I actually feel the most satisfied with!

Seath became a "relative" to Gwyn's family on the virtue of marrying a female relative of him, like a term used for him in Japanese ( 外戚 ) suggests! And Shira is the daughter of this alliance: the "daughter of the Duke and descendant of Gods", stated to have royal blood, literally being named 'White', having white hair in concept and golden in the final product, shooting lightnings and following Filianore!

But also a couple of things to notice about her are: the bigger possibility that she is more of a collateral/distant relative (since she is servant of Filianore despite being her family) and.. the way her clothes depict feathers:

I don't think that feathers is something going with dragons by-proxy; King of the Storm is a Drake/Wyvern (they're the same thing in Japanese, it is a translational blunder), who are infamous for evolving, changing and adapting very far from their ancestry depending on.. anything, really, when Seath is one of the Everlasting Dragons (so, the OG ones)!

(I'd say Gwyndolin's wings either honor Velka, or, with this new idea, might honor his grandma! Or even both!)

So, I was thinking.. What if Caffrey was a wife of Seath, but also a daughter of Lloyd? That would make her a bit more distant from being just a sister of Filianore, might explain her wings by internal logic (and not just because goddess Fortuna is commonly depicted with them jsdfjds) with Lloyd's presumed connection with the sky.. and, I guess, might have had good reasoning in the story?

Havel was a Bishop in the Way of White, so, Thorolund and all that stuff already has been established by the time clerics were enemies with sorcerers! It is honestly a very funny mental image that after Seath betrayed his own kind, Gwyn was thorn between two friends who STILL could not get along (mostly because of Havel and the idiots). But, maybe marrying the noble/deity from Thorolund, who was also a family relative, was a way to cease the conflict? (I do not blame anyone who'd divorce Seath though but there WAS an attempt fsdhfds This is what matters. Though maybe she left because ALL Gods but one left (she'd have to live in Anor Londo after marriage), it was never personal...)

5) Also, about Caffrey again.

She is a Goddess of Fortune (or in Japanese, more blatantly stated to have connection with wealth)! I was thinking about gold, and this reminded me of the idea that Fina was also a 'strange' deity that shown clear signs of element (gold) instead of evolving into full-humanoid! Her connection to gold might've been the core of Caffrey's affinity!

But if she is also a mother of Gwynevere, that would mean that BOTH Gwyn and Lloyd fucking fell to her charms 💀 Literally no one asked for this information but now live with it I guess fshfdhsfh

[daggersslove]

I made a loose timeline for my au.

Under the cut because this is looong 😅

I got kinda lazy at the end but we dont talk about that. Its 2am leave me alone

No colour is canon

Blue is headcanon

Orange is au

1334dr 

Khalid is born.

1335dr  

Jaheira is born.

1347dr

Castle Tethyr falls.

1348dr 

Iloben (Gorion’s Ward) is born.

Jaheira joins the Druids.

1350dr

Gorion finds Iloben and takes him in.

Khalid joins the Calimport Militia.

1354dr

Jaheira joins the Harpers in Athkatla, sponsored by Dermin Courtierdale.

1355dr

Khalid is found by Harpers and leaves Calimport to join the Harpers in Athkatla.

Khalid is captured and tortured by Zhentarim.

Gorion, Jaheira, and two other Harpers are assigned to rescue him.

1356dr

Khalid and Jaheira start dating.

1358dr

The Time of Troubles.

1360dr

Khalid and Jaheira are married in The Dalelands.

1368dr

Gorion is murdered and Sarevok tries to set Baldur’s Gate and Amn against each other in war in hopes of pleasing Bhaal through all the murder. He is stopped by Iloben, Imoen, Khalid, Jaheira, Dynaheir and Minsc.

1369dr

Iloben tries to join the Harpers but is rejected for being ‘out of balance.’

Caelar Argent starts her crusade and is stopped by Iloben, Imoen, Khalid, Jaheira, Dynaheir and Minsc.

Irenicus captures them all. Iloben and Imoen are tortured and experimented on, Khalid is tortured in front of Imoen as one of the experiments. Jaheira and Minsc are kept captured, but are mostly unharmed. Dynaheir is killed.

They all escape (including Khalid) when Shadow Thieves attack Irenicus’ dungeon.

Khalid lost the abilities of his legs but was (mostly) healed by clerics in the Harper hold in Athkatla. (He stays there for the entirety of bg2 because he is too weak to fight.)

Iloben and Nalia marry for convenience but start dating properly not long after.

Irenicus and Bhodi steal Iloben’s and Imoen’s divine souls but are killed and they are returned.

Amelyssan makes all the Bhaalspawn fight and kill each other in attempt to become the new God of Murder, but is stopped by Iloben, Imoen, Jaheira, Nalia, Minsc, and Aerie.

Iloben gives up his essence of Bhaal and lives with Nalia in De’Arnise keep.

Khalid and Jaheira leave the Harpers to focus on his recovery.

1374dr (not sure if this is canon but it's the only date I could find)

Khalid and Jaheira rejoin the Harpers to fight against Ketheric.

Ketheric is killed, The Shadow Curse starts and Reithwin falls.

1396dr

Khalid and Jaheira have their first and only biological child who they named Elmae.

They (temporarily) take a break from the Harpers to raise her.

1416dr

Khalid and Jaheira rejoin the Harpers

1419dr

Tirana (Tav) is born.

1432dr

Iloben dies of natural causes and Bhaal is reborn.

1451dr

Dayis (The Dark Urge) is made by Bhaal.

1465dr

Jaheira becomes High Harper of Baldur’s Gate

1468dr

Jaheira finds Rion as a baby and takes her in alongside Khalid.

1478dr

Khalid and Jaheira adopt Jord at age 5.

1489dr

Khalid and Jaheira adopt Jhessem at age 8.

Khalid and Jaheira adopt Fig at age 7.

1491dr

Khalid and Jaheira adopt Tate at age 8.

1492dr

The events of Baldur’s Gate 3 take place.