#is a human oath of vengeance paladin

[starlightcleric]

I've finally gotten back into Baldur's Gate 3, maybe one day I will finish this game. Brynhild just got to the Lower City proper and I'm sure is about to pick up a bunch of new quests, so I decided that was a good place to end for the evening, and went and messed around on some other characters.

To the left we have Eir, a half-elf GOO Warlock Tav, whose purpose is to make all the obviously bad decisions in the pursuit of power (eat all the tadpoles, take all the bargains from sketchy people). I'm planning on having her romance either Astarion or Karlach.

To the right is my newest, Sigrun the wood elf Gloomstalker Ranger Dark Urge, whose purpose is to give into the urges and generally do the evil things I have not tried before. My husband took one look at her and called her "prison elf" :P Her planned romance is either Lae'zel or Minthara.

[invinciblerodent]

what do you mean i have a problem

..... i'll finish all of these (i have not finished even one of these)

[apricote]

anyway i haven't even finished act 1 yet but i made a new he/him gay blorbo to put into situations. his name is sirius and every time i roll the dice he gets -1 intelligence penalty <3

[gutz-radio]

Two mercenaries, chilling on a horse, no feet apart because they're not gay.

The Paladin is my D&D PC Galen Bryne. The other character is my boyfriend's character, a Monk.

[githvyrik]

see the thing abt me is I take the roleplaying in video games so seriously that I just start making shit up about the character I play and their rich inner history and complications and motivations and hobbies and quirks. so basically I made up too much of a backstory and personality for my bg3 character and now I don’t even wanna finish the stupid game I just wanna play this character in a dnd campaign

[finch-artt]

*rubs hands together evil-y*

I was expecting a lot of things this last D&D session my party played-- but finding out that my CLERIC OF ELDATH was ACTUALLY A MASS-MURDERING PALADIN OF IYACHTU XVIM WASN’T ONE OF THEM.

Holy shit it was so cool. Have to say, playing a D&D game where not even the players know what their real backstories are is a bunch of fun.

And! In honor of my character’s complete and sudden class and background, I drew up a new, spooOoOpy Icon for him in Roll20. (Partially traced off of Gilbert’s face from Fire Emblem: Three Houses, because my old icon was him photoshopped with a fishing mug.)

[six-improbable-things]

Behold my new Durge, Maven!!!

I just made it to the druid grove in her save, and I'm having a great time! This is my first time ever re-playing a game, so we shall see how this goes, but I'm excited!!!

(excuse the terrible screenshot quality, I forgot to turn on the "save uncompressed screenshots" option when I took these.)

[acetypeface]

The New Mutants Play DnD

They're still in my brain soup.

DANI: Is the DM. A fantastic storyteller, although she can be a bit of a stickler for the rules. Loves to prep days in advance, and includes as many elaborate schemes and puzzles as she can. Prefers to run a game that's evenly 50% roleplay and 50% combat. Brings lots of drinks and snacks so people (Roberto) won't leave the table mid-session with the munchies.

SAM: Plays a Human Fighter (Champion). Played the most basic character because he didn't want to challenge himself too much at first; has become the party's most talented member. Wants to be the leader of the party (no one listens to him). Somehow got knighted in their first session. The best at accents when roleplaying, but gets increasingly more southern when he gets frustrated during a session. Accidentally married a dwarven princess and can't figure out how to divorce her.

XUAN: Plays a Half-Drow Warlock (Great Old One). Has no idea what a drow is, just thought they sounded cool. Came up with an elaborate and tragic backstory for her character, which has fucked her over multiple times. Prefers deception and trickery to direct combat; has soothed over multiple of Roberto's accidental fights that way. Is really good at remembering all of the tiny things about each player's character. Is the resident healer of the party (the only one who remembers to grab important items, like food and healing supplies).

ROBERTO: Plays a Fire Genasi Bard (College of Eloquence). LOVES the roleplay aspect. Wants to be the face of the party, but tends to start fights. Talks a little too much; Dani has to remind him to give others a turn. Has successfully seduced the dragon. In charge of the party's money. Tends to power up when he gets too excited. Has "accidentally" led Doug into a trap more than once.

ILLYANA: Plays a Tiefling Paladin (Oath of Vengeance). Doesn't like to roleplay, but drops absolute bangers when she deigns to join in. An absolute beast in battle; has killed the most enemies to date. Was banned from being the party's face after starting an interdimensional war. Isn't afraid to engage in a bit of friendly fire. Has almost broken her oath several times. Gets really worked up and competitive during the tiny side quests.

AMARA: Plays an Earth Genasi Monk (Way of the Sun Soul). Loves elaborate descriptions of her character. Has already commissioned drawings of her character several times. One of the more cautious players; has saved Roberto alone upward of five times. Loves to dress up for each session, artful body paint included. Has mastered the eloquent speech of the fantasy realm.

DOUG: Plays a Human Wizard/Artificer (Order of Scribes/Alchemist). Takes too long choosing his spells and has to be reminded he would not be allowed to pause and contemplate mid-battle. Gets really excited by the terminology and world-building. Tends to have a panic attack when his character is about to die. Is known to "accidentally" cast area spells around Roberto. Loves solving all of the puzzles and riddles. Takes notes during the session, to the bewilderment of all.

WARLOCK: Is Doug's construct. Gets confused when they can't solve battles by talking things out. Is prone to running off to save Doug if his character is in danger. Incredibly distractable mid-game, but will always have his friends' backs. Gear hoarder who picks up absolutely everything, in case the party needs it later.

RAHNE: Plays a Human Druid (Circle of the Moon). Spends most of her time in Wildshape. Refuses to kill any animalistic enemies. Gets squirrelly whenever clerics or gods are mentioned; has been known to pray for forgiveness after a session. Gets genuinely frightened by some of Dani's descriptions. Strangely enough, is one of the party's best faces. Usually has a wolf following her at all times, and she cries if it dies.

[moonselune]

This may be too dark and if it is, discard it and move on. I apologize for the inconvenience. If it’s not however, Im curious as to your thoughts! How would the companions feel (Specifically the ladies if everyone is too much)?

Oath Of Vengeance Paladin Tav is a zealot about their Oath. Wipe their blight from this Earth.

Permanently.

After the dust settles on the parties most recent fight (A group of roving bandits) a man who was hiding away from the fight attempts to run for it, caught swiftly by Tav, its undeniable that he is part of the bandit group they had just slain but its also evident that he is unarmed. Tav acts as Judge Jury and Executioner, relieving the mans shoulders of his head before anyone can intervene and without hearing anyones opinions on the matter.

ahaha I love this idea, hope you like it !

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

You stood over the unarmed bandit, the weight of your oath pressing down on you like a millstone. The man had surrendered, begging for mercy, but the terms of your Oath of Vengeance were clear. Justice must be served, and it always ended in death for the guilty. Your sword gleamed in the dim light, ready to deliver the final blow.

As you raised your blade, you heard Karlach’s footsteps behind you. She had been watching the entire scene unfold, her fiery gaze intense and troubled.

“Hey, wait,” she called out, her voice carrying a tone of concern. You paused, looking over your shoulder at her. Readying yourself for the repeated argument. “Karlach, you know what my oath demands, this man has to pay for his crimes.”

Karlach walked closer, her expression a mix of disapproval and understanding. “I know what your oath says,” she replied, her voice softer now that she was closer. “But this man is unarmed. He’s not a threat anymore. Killing him now… it feels wrong.”

You turned to fully face her, your sword still held aloft. “Justice must be served, Karlach. He’s committed atrocities. Letting him live would be a mockery of all those he’s hurt.”

She sighed, placing a hand gently on your arm, urging you to lower your weapon.

“There are other ways to serve justice,” she said, her eyes pleading with you. “You can be better than this. We can find another way to make him pay without killing him.”

You felt a pang of conflict. Karlach’s words were reasonable, and you respected her deeply. Yet, your oath was clear and unwavering.

“This is who I am, Karlach,” you said, your voice tinged with regret. “I’ve taken this path for a reason. To protect others, to make sure those who do evil can never harm anyone again.”

Karlach’s hand tightened on your arm, her expression resolute. “I accept you, flaws and all,” she said softly. “But I hope one day, you’ll find a way to honor your oath without losing your humanity.”

Her words struck a chord deep within you. You lowered your sword, the tension in your muscles easing slightly.

“Maybe,” you conceded, “but for now, this is the only way I know.”

She nodded, her eyes sad but accepting. “Just promise me you’ll think about it,” she said.

You nodded in return, the weight of your oath and Karlach’s words heavy on your mind. With a final glance at the bandit, you delivered the blow, ending his life swiftly.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

The unarmed bandit knelt before you, trembling with fear. His crimes were undeniable, and your Oath of Vengeance demanded justice. Your sword was poised, ready to strike the final blow. Minthara approached, her eyes glinting with approval as she took in the scene.

“You’re about to pass judgment, I see,” she said, her voice filled with admiration. “This wretch deserves no mercy.”

You glanced at her, appreciating her understanding. “He’s committed atrocities, Minthara. My oath requires his death.”

Minthara nodded, stepping closer to you. “As it should. Justice must be swift and final.” She looked at the bandit, her expression cold and unyielding. “It’s almost a shame I didn’t get here first.”

You smirked at her words, feeling a sense of camaraderie. “I suppose we share the same sense of justice.”

She placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch both reassuring and firm. “We do. Those who commit evil must face the consequences. It’s our duty to ensure they never harm anyone again.”

You felt a surge of gratitude for her understanding. Minthara’s support strengthened your resolve.

“Then let’s see this through,” you said, lifting your sword once more.

Minthara’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as you brought your blade down, ending the bandit’s life with a single, decisive strike. She watched with approval, her respect for you evident in her gaze.

As you cleaned your sword, Minthara remained by your side. “Well done, my love” she said, her voice filled with pride.

You smiled, feeling a sense of completion. “It’s what we're sworn to do. Justice must be served.”

Minthara’s lips curved into a smile. “Indeed. And it’s a privilege to witness you in action.” She leaned in, her voice a whisper against your ear. “Next time, let’s hunt together. There are always more who need to face judgment.”

Her words sent a thrill through you. “I’d like that, I'd like that a lot."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

The unarmed bandit knelt before you, eyes wide with fear. Your Oath of Vengeance demanded justice for his crimes, and your sword was ready to deliver it. Just as you were about to strike, Lae'zel stepped forward, her face a mask of irritation.

“What are you doing?” Lae'zel's voice cut through the tension like a blade. “This wretch is unarmed and beneath us. You’re wasting your time.”

You looked at her, your resolve unwavering. “Lae'zel, my oath is clear. This man must pay for his crimes.”

She crossed her arms, her gaze sharp. “He is a weakling, undeserving of our attention. Your time is better spent preparing for battles that matter. This is a distraction.”

Your grip tightened on your sword. “Justice must be served, no matter how small the crime or how weak the criminal.”

Lae'zel’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sneer. “Justice? This is not justice. This is a waste of your skills and strength. The real threats are out there, not kneeling before you.”

You hesitated, the weight of her words sinking in.

“My oath requires this,” you insisted, though the conviction in your voice wavered slightly.

Lae'zel stepped closer, her presence commanding. “Your oath is to protect and avenge, not to waste time on pitiful creatures like this. Think of the greater battles ahead. Think of the real enemies we must face.”

You glanced at the bandit, who was now trembling in fear. The fire of vengeance still burned within you, but Lae'zel’s words made you question your actions. “You truly believe this is a waste of time?”

“I do,” she said firmly. “Save your strength for those who truly deserve it.”

With a reluctant sigh, you lowered your sword. The bandit’s life was spared, for now. Lae'zel’s practical approach had swayed you, though the need for justice still lingered in your heart. She placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Come. There are greater battles to fight, and I need you at your best.”

You nodded, turning away from the bandit. Lae'zel’s pragmatism had won this time, but you knew the call for justice would rise again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

The unarmed bandit knelt before you, his eyes filled with terror. Your Oath demanded retribution, and your sword was ready to deliver it. As you prepared to strike, Shadowheart stepped forward, her face a mix of concern and disapproval.

“Wait,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “This isn’t necessary.”

You glanced at her, your resolve momentarily shaken. “Shadowheart, my oath is clear. This man must pay for his crimes.”

She shook her head, her eyes pleading. “We have bigger problems to deal with. This bloodshed is unnecessary. Let him go.”

Your grip tightened on your sword. “Justice must be served, no matter how small the crime.”

Shadowheart stepped closer, her gaze intense. “Killing him won’t solve anything. It will only add to the violence and chaos we’re already facing. We need to focus on the greater threats.”

“But my oath requires this,” you insisted, resisting the urge to stomp your foot, although the conviction in your voice wavered.

She placed a hand on your arm, her touch warm and reassuring. “Your oath is to protect and avenge, not to kill indiscriminately. Show mercy, just this once.”

You looked into her eyes, seeing the depth of her concern. The fire of vengeance still burned within you, but Shadowheart’s plea for mercy resonated. “You believe this is unnecessary?”

“I do,” she said softly. “We have more important battles to fight. Let him go, and focus on the real threats.”

With a reluctant sigh, you lowered your sword. The bandit’s life was spared, for now. Shadowheart’s compassion had swayed you, though the need for justice still lingered in your heart.

She stepped closer, her hand still on your arm. “Thank you,” she said, her voice filled with relief. “We’ll face the real enemies together.”

You nodded, turning away from the bandit, dragging your feet. "Can I at least get a kiss?"

"When we get back to camp."

"Great, no killing, no kisses-mph!" You were interrupted by Shadowheart pulling you in for a quick but nonetheless dazzling kiss.

"Will that stop your whining?"

"Maybe.."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

The unarmed bandit knelt before you, his eyes wide with fear. Your Oath of Vengeance demanded retribution for his crimes, and your sword was poised to deliver it. Just as you were about to strike, Jaheira's voice cut through the tense silence.

"For the love of Silvanus, Y/N, what are you doing?" Jaheira's tone was exasperated, yet tinged with a deep weariness.

You glanced at her, your resolve momentarily shaken. "Jaheira, my oath is clear. This man must pay for his crimes."

She stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. "This man is unarmed and already defeated. What purpose does killing him serve?"

Your grip tightened on your sword. "Justice must be served, no matter the state of the criminal."

Jaheira sighed, rubbing her temples. "I'm too old for this kind of nonsense. There's no justice in killing a defenseless man. It's just more bloodshed."

You hesitated, the weight of her words sinking in. "My oath requires this," you insisted, though the conviction in your voice wavered slightly.

She crossed her arms, her gaze unyielding. "Your oath is to protect and avenge, not to become a mindless executioner. This man isn't a threat anymore. Let him go. We have bigger battles to fight."

You glanced at the bandit, who was now trembling in fear. The fire of vengeance still burned within you, but Jaheira's pragmatic wisdom made you question your actions. "You believe this is a waste of time?"

"Absolutely," she said firmly. "We've faced far worse than this wretch. Save your strength for the real threats."

With a reluctant sigh, you lowered your sword. The bandit’s life was spared, for now. Jaheira’s practical approach had swayed you, though the need for justice still lingered in your heart.

Jaheira placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch surprisingly gentle. "Come on, we're going," she said, her tone softening. "There are greater evils out there, and we need you at your best."

You nodded, turning away from the bandit. Jaheira's seasoned wisdom had won this time, but you knew the call for justice would rise again. Together, you would face the true threats, and your oath would guide you through every battle.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

I realised only Minthara was like yay murder lmao, hope you enjoyed it - Seluney xox

[chaoticbardlady99]

She's My Religion (Part 1: She's Cold, She's Dark, She's Cynical) Astarion x F! Reader

   Hello! I have been plagued with an idea! Enjoy! This will probably be a four part story, but I am not sure just yet!

Title from song “She’s My Religion” by Pale Waves

CW: Parental death, grief, murder, domestic violence, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of emotional abuse.

Synopsis- You are a paladin under the Oath of Vengeance. You escaped the noble life that was unwillingly thrust upon you. Now, on your way to kill your evil step-father while trying to find a solution for the parasite in your head- you find out he’s promised your hand in marriage to Lord Cazador Szarr and that he’s taken your mom’s life. Looking for some comfort- you go to Astarion, but you don’t hear the words you were hoping for.

*Gif does not belong to me- could not find original owner

Karlach whoops and cheers as she releases you from a rib crushing hug- Wyll and Gale are grinning from ear to ear. You are all elated for her that Dammon was able to figure out how to cool down her engine- even if temporarily.

  You know that she doesn’t want to hear about the future and the harm not going back to Avernus will cause so you don’t say anything while Wyll tries to lecture her. You are barely listening as the two of them go back and forth, but when Wyll glances back at you with a look that screams, “Can you please help me out over here?”

  You chuckle at your close friend’s distress and shake your head at him. Wyll adores Karlach- you know he would give her his own heart if he could. He just needs to let her come to her own decision- you’d like to think that Karlach might decide to go back until they can come up with a permanent solution. However, at the end of the day, it’s Karlach’s decision. You are just as unhappy with the impending doom your bubbly companion is facing, but that is not your weight to carry.

  “Unfortunately Wyll, I am going to support whatever Karlach wants to do for as long as I can emotionally tolerate it,” you give Karlach a playful punch in the arm, “you’re not allowed to die on me, ya know?”

  Karlach rolls her eyes and smiles- pulling you in for an awkward walking side hug.

 “Don’t worry Soldier- I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

    You all begin to head back to camp from Last Light Inn when Jaheira calls you from afar, waving you over. You look at your companions and they look back at you- equally as confused. You tell them that you will catch up with them in a little bit and they leave you there alone. Cautiously, you walk towards her- she did just threaten to kill you not even 72 hours ago and what an eventful 72 hours it has been. 

  You killed a devil, almost died killing that Devil, found out Astarion’s life is in far more danger than initially thought, watched Astarion convince a weird man to drink himself to death, watched an even weirder man be inhabited by a dead lady, fought shadows, and now, Karlach can hug people. 

  Life could not be any weirder, but you gladly welcome it over the mansion you had been trapped in after your mother married your step-father. The day you escaped from there had been bliss- despite how much you miss your mother. Your mother had been of noble human blood before she met your father (an elf). After one late night tryst and falling pregnant, her title had fallen significantly. She married your father and you had all lived happily together in Baldur’s Gate. You grew up poor, but Duke Ravenguard always tried to make sure you and your family had been taken care of. You grew up with Wyll Ravenguard and you have been tight knit friends almost your whole lives. 

  Until you were 14.

  Count Bridril Von, a high Sorcerer, had not forgotten your mother nor her breaking her promise to marry him by becoming pregnant by another. After your father died, he found your mother and enchanted her to become a mindless puppet. She would break occasionally, but ultimately you were left to fend for yourself against your 9 step-siblings (5 girls, 4 boys) and Bridril Von- who enjoyed taking out all his anger and hatred for your father on you. The only times he would claim you as one of his own would be when you had competed in various competitions and won- outranking his sons. The publicity he got from having a little sharp shooter and for “raising his darling step-daughter after she so horribly lost her hero father” was incredible. You became a show pony- a pretty, malleable little thing that was forced to perform and excel so that she could be treated with basic respect.

 The minute you were able to escape the Mansion from the Hells, you ran to the docks, bought a ticket to Silverymoon, took an Oath of Vengeance, and now you are here with an illithid parasite in your head. At first you had thought you were the unluckiest person in the world when you were kidnapped by a mind flayer, but your companions have quickly made the whole journey worthwhile- Astarion especially.

  You had met him before in your previous life as a troublemaking bastard and you had had conversations before- nothing too crazy nor serious, just quips and flirting back and forth. Astarion had been at the mansion frequently or you at the palace because your oldest step-sister, Daisy Von, is (was?) due to marry Lord Cazador Szarr. It was no secret to anyone, not even Daisy, that Cazador wants to marry you due to your likeness of a long lost love of his, but you are not of royal blood. Cazador would lose his alliance with Bridril if he married his boorish, rebellious, and unwanted step-daughter- despite your many achievements. You were grateful. You didn’t want to marry the man and Daisy was foolishly smitten- she could have him for all you care. That was your mentality before you knew he was a Master Vampire.

  Your family and Astarion’s ‘family’ spent a lot of time together. Astarion had become your escort around the palace grounds because Bridril did not want you to take the spotlight away from Daisy. 

 Originally, it had been Pale Petras, but you had unceremoniously kicked him in the balls after he had said something rather unbecoming towards you and had to be physically dragged away by Leon before he tried to kill you or worse. Astarion had immediately taken a liking to you for that alone. 

  When you had stumbled upon each other at the beach after the Nautiloid crash, it had been a little over two years since you had last seen each other. Without the watchful eyes of Cazador, your friendship and romantic relationship has blossomed. 

   You had been weary at first, worried that he was just getting close to you because he knew how much it would piss off Cazador if Astarion were to be with the one person Cazador could not have. Now, you are about 95 percent sure that isn’t the case, but you remain alert- just in case. 

  You are used to being used for an upperhand in the world and you hope everyday that you are more than an advantage against Cazador to him because he truly means everything to you. 

  Which is maybe why you are quite agitated with Jaheira taking precious minutes away from you that could be spent with your love. You offer her a smile as she holds out a letter.

 “A letter? For me? Oh Jaheira, you shouldn’t have!”

   Jaheira hides her amusement behind a scowl, “it came through here magically. Rolan was able to calm down the little portal it came flying through- I suggest waiting until you reach Baldur’s Gate to be sending and receiving mail.”

   You apologize and walk towards camp, opening and reading the contents in the letter. The letter rips open your entire body and it feels like the ground is going to cave in. You read and reread the letter multiple times- standing between the edge of Last Light Inn and the edge of Camp, not even 5 feet away. 

  Tav,

  My name is Mary, I was your mother’s lady in waiting. You were always so busy that we never got the opportunity to meet. I am sorry to tell you that I only have bad news.

 The Count had received an offer from Lord Cazador Szarr two weeks ago regarding marrying you that he is not going to refuse- initially he was, but then you continued to not come home and he became bitter. 

  Cazador expressed urgency regarding getting you back to Baldur’s Gate. Bridril has hired mercenaries to hunt for you.

  Bridril killed your mother- the whispers in the castle say it was not an easy or quick death. My understanding is that you took an Oath of Vengeance so I hope Bridril is on your list. Your mother was the kindest woman I have ever had the privilege of meeting.

   I know she would want you to know that she loves you, is proud of you, is watching out for you, and knows you are off to do great things. 

  Keep vigilant and may Selune bless your path.

  -Mary

     No. This isn't happening to you. You are only days- maybe even a week or two away from going back home, killing Bridril, and freeing your mother. You were going to be a family again. You wanted to introduce her to your companions and buy a nice little home to live in with her like you used to when you were little. You were going to tell her all about your adventures, your time on the Pirate ship that took you to Silverymoon, your life there as a Paladin, and his whole fucking excursion.

   She’s gone and the wail that threatens to crack open your chest is suffocating. You quickly walk to Astarion’s tent, where you have been sleeping most nights, and he’s not there. Of all the times you really need him to not be doing anything and yet! You shove the letter back in the envelope and absentmindedly throw it to another part of the tent- not looking and not caring. Your grief feels like it may kill you and you just need to be held- to know and feel like you aren’t completely alone in the world right now. 

    After a brief chat with Halsin, you discover Astarion is hanging out with Shadowheart behind her tent. You make haste that way- hoping they won’t be too mad that you are interrupting their wine and gossip time. You had gotten back earlier than anticipated and in other circumstances you might wait until he is done, but you aren’t in your right mind. 

  You approach the tent and hear them talking on the other side, facing the forest, and sitting on a log. The tears begin to manifest in your eyes as relief floods you- you are so close to feeling okay again.

  “How bloody hard is it to nicely, lovingly tell someone that you’ve been deceiving them this whole time?”

  You stop dead in your tracks. 

  No. 

  “Look, there is no good way to say it,” Shadowheart says, “you just need to own up to it and then be honest about all of it.” 

 “Oh yes because ‘I planned on seducing you, sleeping with you, and manipulating you from the start’ is such a great opener,” Astarion scoffs, “there has to be some other way to make it flow with the rest of it. A better way to tell her.”

  “No need,” you speak up miserably, coming around the corner, “you just did. Wasn’t that hard was it?”

  Astarion and Shadowheart look absolutely shell shocked to see you standing there. Astarion looks like he’s about to throw up as he gets up and looks at you softly, a pleading, panicked look in his eyes.

  “Darling!” he says, getting up, laughing nervously“you’re back early. I- can we-”

  “Whatever we are,” you say with a glare, tears now pouring and with as much hatred in your voice as you can muster, “or whatever you were pretending I was to you- it’s over.” 

  Astarion’s entire face falls while he’s staring at you and he looks like he might cry, he opens his mouth, “Darling, pl-”

   Shadowheart looks like she is about to speak up for him too, but you are far too angry, far too hurt- far too lonely right now in the world to let yourself be tricked into staying with him. They are best friends, she’s probably in on it too. 

 “No! I hate you so much!,” the venom in your voice being watered down by your anguish, “I hate you more than I thought I could ever hate anyone- undead, dead, or alive! I trusted you and you used me for your own gain- so unkindly, go fuck yourself!”

   You spin around on your heels, race over to your tent, and tie the flaps tightly shut. You slump to the ground and just sob- grabbing your mother’s old blanket that you had stolen before you left. You scream into it silently and all the pain in your body is threatening to make you burst apart at the seams. You wouldn’t be surprised if you did. 

  In less than an hour you have lost your mother, Astarion, and potentially your freedom. Astarion had used you to get one up on Cazador and he succeeded. Now that he knows what Cazador’s ritual is- he’s decided he’s done with you and every step you make has to be done cautiously because one slip up and you are going to be the consort to a fucking Master Vampire after fighting to avoid this for so long. All because Astarion just had to poke the bear. 

Astarion signed your fate using your blood as ink.

   Your throat is raw and your head is pounding by the time your lungs feel like they know how to properly breathe again. You hear someone knock on one of the wooden beams of your tent and you scoff.

  “It’s just me Tav,” Wyll says softly, “can I come in.”

     You get up and untie the tent flaps numbly. You look at Wyll, eyes puffy and red- your face streaked with tears. As Wyll walks into your tent, you get a glimpse of Astarion looking crestfallen as you invite Wyll in. You just scrunch your nose up in disgust at him before closing your tent. 

    Wyll is sitting down on your bedroll and you sit down right next to him- both of you looking at the ground. Wyll gently puts his hand on top of yours and smiles at you with his signature gentle, I’m here, grin.

 “My mom’s dead, Wyll.”

  “What?” 

 “Bridril killed her. She had snapped out of whatever hold he had on her when he agreed to marry me off to Cazador,” you choke out between sobs, “he killed her for trying to protect me. Now? I am officially going to be married off to a Master Vampire the minute I step foot in Baldur’s Gate if Bridril has his way.”

  “Oh Tav…”

 “And then! To make matters even worse?,” you look at him with disbelief and your voice sounds borderline hysterical now, “I overheard Astarion and Shadowheart prepping his ‘I’ve been using you this whole time and I’m ready to break-up’ speech. He was trying to figure out how to be nice about it.”

  Wyll stares at you with bewilderment. He is absolutely silent as you break down sobbing again, but he pulls you into him and you put your head on his shoulder.

  “I fe-feel so alone,” you manage to say coherently, “and so frightened.” 

  “I know you do my dear friend,” Wyll strokes your hair as make a mess of his shirt, “but you have Karlach, Gale, Lae’zel, Halsin, Scratch, and even an Owlbear Cub for Gods sake!”

  You smile at the emphasis on your rather dangerous furry friend. Wyll had asked what you were going to do with him when you got back to Baldur’s Gate and when you didn’t have a plan- both of you were a little horrified. You both decided to send it to Daisy as an engagement present once it’s big enough to stomp on Cazador and Daisy mid-wedding.

  “And besides,” Wyll says, “you’re my closest friend. I won’t allow you to be alone nor face this alone. I’m probably the best monster hunter you know.”

 “You are also the only monster hunter I know.”

  Wyll rolls his eyes and smiles brightly at you, “That’s besides the point, but I am going to let you sleep. You look like you need it.” 

   Wyll places a soft kiss on your forehead before he leaves your tent.

  “Thank you Wyll.”

    He turns around and smiles, “Any time Tav.”

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[exitoath]

What kind of DND characters would the RDR2 cast have?

Let's take a focus on the cowboys because as much as we may love Molly or Mary-Beth, if I include them it means having to assign characters like Pearson or Strauss, and as much as I would, I won't. (spoilers ahead ofc)

Sean Maguire: Sean loves being the center of attention, and as much as he may annoy the gang, he's still a lovable part of them. He's going to focus on having fun and a good time throughout the whole game, and definitely frustrating whoever has the displeasure of being the DM. Sean's energy fits that of a gnome, more focused on pleasure-seeking and going on adventures. His class being Rogue, archetype: Arcane Trickster.

Lenny Summers: Lenny is your average adventurer, he's not Bill who is so focused on making sure that everyone knows he's the toughest guy around (even though he's constantly made fun of for being not) or Sean who is focused on pleasures, he's just focused on doing what he can to survive, and that kind of simplicity in the life of the outlaw I think is a perfect fit for the Human Variant Fighter, Champion subclass.

Hosea Matthews: Hosea hates conflict, in-fighting, and is ultimately focused on living a comfortable life understanding that he doesn't have much time due to his age, reflecting Arthur's own journey of wanting to do good before his passing. However, still wishing to help the gang out, his focus is on illusions, trickery, and snake-oiling. Human Variant Bard, college of eloquence.

Bill Williamson: Bill is made fun of constantly, constantly angry and trying to act like a tough guy despite his intense insecurity. Emphasis on strength instead of intelligence, he'd ask to play as a full Orc Barbarian, Path of Berserker.

Javier Escuella: Javier is a great gunslinger, doesn't have the focus of brute like Bill, and knows when to have fun in life, as well as a great musician to cheer up the spirits of his allies. Human Variant, Bard College of Glamour.

Micah Bell: Bell wants to focus on Brute as much as Bill does. I wouldn't be surprised if Micah picked Paladin and breaks his oath within the first hour of the game. Perfect again for Barbarian path of the berserker, however unlike Bill he's a lot more self-assured, and has a more self-centered built philosophy by comparison. However! I definitely could see Micah playing Paladin Oath of Conquest. Due to his more established mindset compared to Bill who is too focused on his problems and angry to try and build on. I bet he'd pick Tiefling for the devilish look.

Charles Smith: I LOVE Charles so much. Tied between two identities, being black and being Native American, but with no roots, no real upbringing, his biggest problems are not understanding who he is as an individual. However, despite that and his frustrations, he's the most morally focused out of all the outlaws in the gang. He does not care if helping some people is annoying or could distract them from their goals, he will do what he believes is right despite all of that. Because of this character, I'm thinking half-elf, Paladin Oath of Devotion.

Sadie Adler: 💋 I love her maybe more than I do Charles, I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't include her. She is much MUCH more focused on vengeance, opposing the journey of Arthur and reflecting more of that of John's choice at the end. Sadie at two points in the game is referred to this relationship with death. From Arthur: "You and me? We're more ghosts than people." and telling John directly "I want to die." Sadie picks the Oath of Vengeance, not because she actually cares about making things right, but because she's trying to cope with the immense suffering that she has endured, and she hopes that during one of her many battles, that her own life ends.

Dutch Van Der Linde: The man, the myth, the legend. Dutch is in the same boat as Hosea. Though, while Hosea is more in the field of being a conartist, Dutch inspires his allies to stay together, that they're all one family and how they all can endure. Asking them to have faith, trust him. His biggest flaw is believing the same things he's selling, just as susceptible to manipulation as he manipulates others. Not to overlook his brutality and power, but his biggest focus would be perfect for the Bard of Lore.

Arthur Morgan: I mean.. Look it's in no way to seem redundant or obvious, but let's be real, Arthur Morgan fits into the Oath of Redemption. (I mean it's in the title) A man makes a million mistakes, one causes him to develop the illness that will end his life, so now doing all he can to make sure he does good before he passes.

John Marston: By no means is Marston a saint, or as good of a man that Arthur was, and I feel like that's the point of his character. John *is* a good man, but unlike Arthur, he's lived so sad of a life that it's created the uncaring character we see in RDR1. Losing all of what he called family, killing men because they looked at him funny, and even after settling down, he loses a daughter. The suffering the world has given him has caused him to only focus on living a simple life, protecting his family under any circumstances, and justifying every means to get his rightful goals. Paladin, Oath of Treachery.

[hellmersy]

Thoughts on Teen Wolf characters and what class would be in Dungeons and Dragons? (Note that my personal experience with DnD and its classes is strictly limited to Bladur's Gate 3)

I feel like Derek is a shoe-in for an Oath of Vengeance Paladin, maybe an Oathbreaker if you write it so that he refuses to kill Peter after Laura's death because that technically would break the OoV tenets.

Alison would obviously be a Hunter Ranger, or maybe a Rouge of somekind.

Stiles is where I'm kinda stumped though. I feel like he would be drawn to spellcaster classes like Wizard or Bard. Pretty much any class that focuses on spellcasting. Eldritch Knight/Arcane Rouge is debatable but the thought of Stiles swinging around a greatsword to cast Eldritch Blast is really funny to me.

I could see Scott being a nature cleric, mostly because I feel like making him be a druid would be kinda basic/a total cop out. I definitely see him as the healer of the party and the typical folk hero archetype. The leader with a gentle touch you know? (post note: I just realized all the wolves fall into classes that bring some type of healing so pain-drain could still be canon lol)

I'm not even going to go into the races they would play but I'm assuming most of them would be human (Except for Lydia and Allison, they would be a High Elf and Drow respectively. Lydia would be a High Elf Archmage that's probably giving the Goddess of Magic a run for her money).

As for characters like Isaac, Erica, and Jackson.

Jackson and Erica could maybe be Barbarians? They both have that anger issues thing going for them (Erica's anger issues were more subtle but I promise they were there).

Maybe Isaac could also be a cleric? I know there's that one God who's followers are largely victims of abuse and prejudice and stuff like that (Illmater I think???) maybe he focuses more on debuffs for the enemies as opposed to Scott who is the healer.

Boyd would also be a paladin, I don't feel like he falls under any of the Paladin Oaths I know of though. Maybe Oath of Devotion? I feel like him and Derek would be military buddies before joining the party (aka Stiles and Erica dragged them into this halfway through the campaign and they unexpectedly take it very seriously).

[propheticclown]

HOMESTUCK CHARACTERS AS D&D CLASSES

I've wanted to do something like this for a while. Please let me know if you agree with my takes, and if you think differently, let me know! I love discussion! This is only going to cover the human characters for now. Let me know if you want to me to do the trolls too! BETA KIDS

John Egbert: I feel like John, as a Heir of Breath would be a Sorcerer with the Storm Sorcery bloodline.

Rose Lalonde: Rose, in my opinion, would be a Wizard. A Divination Wizard to exact, maybe Necromancer when she goes Grimdark.

Dave Strider: Dave would most likely be an Echo Knight Fighter. That was really the best thing I could find for a Knight of Time like Dave.

Jade Harley: Jade is kind of a weird case, despite being a Witch of Space, I don't think she'd be a Wizard. I think the best-suited class for her would be a Sorcerer with Lunar Sorcery. ALPHA KIDS

Jane Crocker: Jane is undeniably a Life Cleric. I feel like that just perfectly fits.

Jake English: Jake, as a Page of Hope, fits an Oath of Ancients Paladin the best.

Roxy Lalonde: Now Roxy actually took me a while to try and figure out. It was in between Wizard and Rogue, but in the end, Rogue won out. Specifically speaking, I believe Roxy would be an Arcane Trickster, however, if you think Roxy would be a Wizard, she'd most likely be the Illusionist subclass.

Dirk Strider: Like with Roxy, Dirk took me a while. Even now, I'm not entirely sure if my take is the best for Dirk. But I think an Oath of Vengeance Paladin would suit him quite well. Other classes I considered were College of Blades Bard and Phantom Rogue. Thank you for reading, once again, if you'd like me to do the trolls, let me know!

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

Daeron ii’s family playing D&D cause I’m very bored and have too much time on my hands

(These are my silly hours so I wanted to write something a little whimsical that probably breaks canon. Idc ☺️💖)

Daeron: The Dm, uses all the old school dice and handbooks from when he and Elaena played as kids. All their preset character sheets got burned by Baelor so he spends way too much time helping everyone with their characters. Gets a little too railroad-y sometimes but makes up for it with a good story and funny voices

Myriah: Doesn’t play, but sometimes checks in to ask the kids if they “won” yet. Will occasionally do the voice of a patron or deity if she gets pestered enough

Baelor: Human oath of vengeance paladin 10000000%. Originally chose the class because he thought smite was cool but kept accidentally breaking his oath even if he was technically doing something good. He’s kinda bad at roleplaying but tries to steer everyone to make the right decisions

Aerys: High elf divination wizard. Probably spent two hours hogging all the source books in order to optimize his character to be the best spellcaster there ever was. Loves asking about every minute detail in any new room which annoys everyone- but! On the bright side, he is the best at solving every puzzle the party faces

Rhaegel: Dragonborn drakewarden ranger. Only made the character so he could be a dragon with a dragon friend, but doesn’t really roleplay or keep track of combat. Spends most of the games stacking everyone’s dice into towers, but starts paying attention when he’s finally allowed to fly his drake friend around

Maekar: Goliath beserker barbarian. When he was asked what sort of character he wanted to play he just said he “wanted to hit things really hard”. Doesn’t pay attention to roleplay at all but becomes an absolute beast in combat, the group’s master strategizer at age 6. Has probably accidentally killed a party member once (*cough* Baelor *cough*)

Daenerys: Half elf light domain cleric. Has a 10 page backstory written about her character and will take any opportunity to talk about it. Claims to prefer roleplaying and just being support but has probably dealt the most amount of damage in the party so far and has a consistent pattern of advocating for fights because it levels them up faster

+Bonus!

Shiera: Tiefling college of spirits bard. Originally wanted to play warlock but was mad about the limited spell slots so saves her evil backstory for another character. Most comitted roleplayer at the table, manages to talk the party’s way out of most of the fights Maekar and Daenerys gets them into, even though she’s like- 5, so most of her convincing ends up being “no, that’s mean >:(“

Brynden: Tiefling arcane trickster rogue. Unironically the edgiest character to be made, consistently brooding in the corner of every tavern they go into. Everyone thinks he might be a potential traitor but ends up being the biggest ride or die in the party and probably dramatically sacrifices himself to save them (Daeron writes him as actually escaping because he felt bad lol)

Daemon: Fallen aasimar oathbreaker paladin. Gives Daeron a minor aneurism when he asks if he can betray the party at some point. Otherwise a really well rounded character who only dabbles in the edginess, and puts up with everyone’s shenanigans enough to justify his ascension as the game’s bbeg

Aegor: Hates D&D. Banned from the table for calling everyone a bunch of nerds

[sorcerous-caress]

I've an image in my head that's been stuck there for a while now: BG3 companions with the human link. Imagine talking with Gale and Wyll as a Oath of Vengeance paladin, for example, and being so engrossed by that conversation that none of you notice that the others are staring at you all with such sinfully lascivious thought blooming behind their eyes...

My most used party comb for Act 3 was Gale, Wyll, Minsc, and human Tav. I called it the human party and ran wild around the city with it.

While I see all the companions getting along, i feel like there is a certain connection that only another human can provide, yk?

The other companions notice the inside jokes between you and Wyll, the times Gale makes a comment about humans being easy to trick and you scoff and tell him to speak for himself, the ways Minsc seems to really open around you and the other two.

Like yk how to deal with each others, the way human friends joke with each other and tease each other. The nonsensical arguments for fun, the exaggerated emotions and the silly jokes.

It's magnetic in a way, how the four of you seem to find love and fun amidst everything going on, the human nature of having the best time possible at any given situation.

Halsin especially enjoys when the humans in the party sorround him.

Gale's eyes shining with curiosity as he asks him about druid magic and the Great forest the elves reside at, how it functions and how does a connection to the fey feel like.

Wyll being impressed by his vast historical knowledge so easily, asking about famous people that Halsin knew before they were famous.

Minsc who is more curious about the current times and only has Halsin and Jaheira as guides. Asking about details of what happened after they defeated Bhaal the last time around.

And human Tav who is somehow a mix of the three. How you wonder how an elf managed to become his size, saying you've never seen anyone like him before. Feeling up his muscles and arms, asking so many questions.

To be the center of attention of four humans, showered with their touches and gazes, it's completely addicting even for someone who claims he is humble like Halsin.

He can't help but want to show off to these cute adorable humans. Let them sit on his lap, feel his arms and ask all these questions that are considered inappropriate in elf culture. Humans really are blunt and seductive little things without realising that they are, huh?

The way you shamelessly ask him to turn into a bear and cuddle you, how the other three humans saw this and joined you two without invitation. Petting Halsin's bear form and cuddling close to his hot soft body.

Sometimes Halsin thinks he died and went to elf heaven, where you get your own harem of humans that shower you with love and let you tend to their every need.

That one time Gale was complaining about walking and just asked Halsin to carry him. That other time Wyll brought him flowers he found during his stroll, unaware of their deeper meaning in elvish as a proposal to sleep together.

The various wrestling matches Minsc has with him. Where Halsin pins his strong human body and down and watches his writhle and squirm underneath him, the cute human pouting at having lost the match.

The way he feels your eyes on him, you always watched those matches with interest. He sometimes liked to think of you as his own personal human cheerleader, rooting for the elf when your kin is losing? Halsin has never felt a greater urge to take you before in his life.

Maybe one time you decide to have a go at it with Halsin. But instead of him pinning you down, you end up outsmarting him. You're sitting on top of him with your thighs holding him down and wrapping around his torso.

You're so close, that addicting human smell. He swallows down to try and lessen this consuming urge to taste you, lick your body and eat you out.

Minsc is cheering for you from the side, and you're sweating and brimming with happiness at your victory. Smiling at Halsin and asking if he needs help to stand up, maybe you kicked his ass too hard and now he won't be able to shower on his own after this.

And he finds himself agreeing, asking if you'd lend an old elf a hand, you can invite your little human friends too.

[hygienic-soap-dispenser]

HWS Nordics as DnD Characters - Part 2

Sooo as pinky promised here is part 2!! With the total stars Den and Swe! 🥰✨✨

Part 1 (Fin, Ice, Nor)

Again, I have made them Level 1 for simplicity; hence, no subclasses are listed here. And again, there are still some things to work out due to DnD Beyond and its shenanigans, but I hope this captured the vibe for them!

✨ Their backstories, subclasses, and combat styles can be found under the cut ✨

Sweden

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Subclass: Oath of Vengeance -> Oathbreaker -> Oath of Devotion

Background: Guild Artisan

As a young paladin, Swe took an Oath of Vengeance to defeat his rivals and take control of the Baltic Sea. His greater evils were his enemies, his oath was their defeat. But wrath turned to pride, vengeance turned to malice, his oath into selfishness. Eventually, his pride led to his downfall: his empire in ruins, his beloved Ranger departed. After re-examining his life and reconnecting with loved ones, he redeemed himself and started a new path: one focused on his family and that which is right in his heart. He still has his flaws and baggage, but he is wiser and kinder because of it.

In combat, Swe is focused on physical damage, greatswords, heavy armour, and smites. Prefers to fight up front, and can lack flexibility in and out of battle. Will always prefer to avoid conflict if possible, and always prefers diplomacy. Acts as one of the main healers of the group alongside Nor.

Denmark

Race: Human

Class: Barbarian

Subclass: Path of the Ancestral Guardian

Background: Sailor

Being the oldest of the Nordics and being in charge when all were Viking kids, Den always felt that it was his responsibility to protect the others in his found family. Like a big brother, he took it upon himself to watch over and protect them from harm, but not always well, as big brothers do. Despite his past mistakes and impulsiveness, his family is the most important thing to him, and he cherishes his loved ones deeply. Too much strength for magic, too unfocused to be a fighter, too free-spirited to be a paladin. That's why Den chose to train as a Barbarian, acting as a guardian for his family.

A hyper golden retriever inside a muscled body, Den lets his whimsy and adaptiveness define his battles and combat style. But despite the stereotype, Den is not one for rage. Instead, with his greataxe held high, his rage is a trance focused on one thing: defend your family, and have fun while you're doing it!