#knucklebones crew

[crownsandbishops]

Ratau, who's won the most at Knucklebones over at your shack?

[bmn-fandoms]

While I wait for the poll for the next main cast charater

Please enjoy the Knucklebones crew for the Cult of the Frog AU

Similar to how Ratau was replaced by one of the bosses for this au, the rest of the knuckle bones crew was also swapped with the other bosses in Anura.

Eligos is swapped with Klunko and Bop, the bat taking place of Bop.

Zepar is swapped with Shrumpy

And Gusion is swapped with Flink(y)

They still act similarly to the Knucklebones crew in the canon CotL. Their all just frogs because…their all frogs in the canon CotL, Anura’s bosses are all frogs. So this Cult of the Frog AU is really living up to its name.

I will also say, for some reason it was sorta hard? Being I couldn’t do as much creative things as I wanted being again, their all frogs.

Bonus Doodle:

Heket lost too Bathin and is now broke

[skykiuwu]

This is for my cotl AU so all will be in follower forms or at least post-game, way past post game :)

[dutifullylazybread]

What are your Rolan headcanons?

Apologies for the late response! My brain gave me an Error 404 notification, and I sat there for a moment like... What are my Rolan headcanons?! But then I thought on it, and I definitely have a few! Romantic and NSFW are under the cut!

SFW

Rolan can't actually sleep without some form of light. Prior to Elturel's Descent, there was this glowing orb that hung over their city that they called The Companion. Before they learned the real reason for its existence (which I will not spoil here), it was this entity that shed light over the city 24/7, and that light extended out in a 50 mile radius. So people born in Elturel were used to sleeping with the Companion overhead at all times, whereas visitors would use light-canceling curtains so that they could sleep (inns would offer these). This is my long way of saying that Rolan can't actually sleep if there isn't a light source going in the room. If it's the fireplace, it can die down throughout the night, but it must be going when he falls asleep.

I think that he drinks wine and has a deeper appreciation for it because of the Descent. All food in Avernus tastes terrible--even the rations that you brought with you. In the "Descent Into Avernus" module, the text makes a point to say that wine tastes like spoiled milk in Avernus. So I think that, for Rolan, he savors the taste of wine in particular. Sometimes to the point of excess.

Whatever he overindulged in at the Last Light Inn, he now hates. For no reason whatsoever, I think he went too hard at Plum Fizz, threw it up, and now he can't even stand to look at it. I don't want to say that the same is the case for Arabellan Dry, but there is at least one drink that he overindulged in that now turns his stomach.

He is a very light sleeper. Zariel had a skeleton crew of devils that would skulk the streets of Elturel and torment its inhabitants. If Rolan was a heavy sleeper before, after having the devils pass his family's home with such regularity put him on edge, because they could never guarantee that the devils wouldn't break into their home. Now, even the slightest noise can wake him.

I think that a devil offered him a deal in Avernus. Likely, it would have been the power to protect Cal and Lia. I think he was very close to taking it--even more so if their mother was dead at this point. I think he ultimately did not take it, and I think Lia and Cal yelled at him if they found out he was considering a deal in the first place.

This man 100% tried to brave Avernus' terrain to find a way to keep his siblings safe. The problem with Avernus is that the terrain is ever changing. Per the "Descent into Avernus" module, going to Fort Knucklebone might be ten miles. Going BACK from Fort Knucklebone might be sixty miles instead. I don't know if he gave up and went home of his own accord or if the party of heroes who helps Elturel help him get home. Either way, he views it as a failing on his part.

After their mother was killed, I think Rolan experienced a serious amount of survivor's guilt. This makes it so he is even more protective of Cal and Lia. Nothing else matters but keeping them alive. Hence why he is so deep in his cups when you find him at Last Light--he feels that he broke the promise that he made to their mother. He failed to protect his family. The ONE promise he wanted to keep, no matter what.

He wrote to Lorroakan, desperate for an apprenticeship, because the other Elturel Refugees were also heading to Baldur's Gate. However, refugees from Elturel were being actively blocked from entering the city. I definitely think he believed that Lorroakan was talented if he could lay claim to Ramazith's tower, but I also think that he wanted to make sure that he, Cal, and Lia all had a home when they got there. I think that he was willing to put up with a lot if it meant that his siblings were safe. So, in a sense, this was an apprenticeship of convenience, but I also think he did believe that a wizard who presided over Ramazith's tower would likely be a talented one.

I think that Lorroakan likely took credit for one or two of Rolan's arcane discoveries.

This man is vain. Everything about his appearance says "immaculate." Does he find a smudge on his sleeve? Prestidigitation. Is there a tear along a seam? Mending. Hair out of place? He'll be back in ten minutes--he just needs to get everything in order.

He is always thinking about how he can make a spell into an experience that Cal and Lia can enjoy. Not just prestidigiation, but also minor illusion. I wouldn't put it past him to learn Control Weather so that if they're too hot, he can cool them down. Are they disappointed that the snow disappeared too soon? Well, he has just the answer.

He is overprotective. To a fault.

While he genuinely believes it when he claims to be "the handsome master of Ramazith's Tower," or argues that he is talented, I think he started saying these things so that he could convince himself first. If he was abandoned by his birth parents, that no doubt took a toll on him. So he is very fond of positive self-talk.

Romantic

He might not always know how to verbalize his feelings, but he does demonstrate them in other ways.

Your favorite food? He learns how to make it. And he always has the ingredients on hand.

You mention offhandedly what your favorite drink is? He has at least three tins/bottles of it on hand.

If you want to make him short-circuit, wear socks that don't match.

He'll say he isn't a cuddler. He is a liar. He'll claim that the extra pillows and blankets lying around are there for your comfort, which is true, but he is also the one who is primed and ready to tuck them around you and him and read for hours on end.

Also, he loves spending time with you doing different things in the same room. He doesn't think he gets lonely since he is so used to studying on his own, but when you start sitting next to him or settling into place on a nearby couch while he works, he realizes what was missing.

He is the king of longing stares from across the room.

Will short circuit if you sit on his lap and kiss his neck (can't say more in the SFW section!)

Will cling to you when you sleep in the same bed. You honestly don't need much in the way of blankets because of the heat he puts off.

NSFW

Oh ho ho ho. I have so many and so few at the same time!!

Will bite you if you ask (and will fantasize if you don't), but he loves the idea of marking you as his, so he wants to do nothing but give you lovebites.

Personally, I think he is a switch. He can go from being the best service top in the world to being the one in need of a lot of physical affection and care. He struggles to actually verbalize what he needs, but if you can pick up on his cues, you can very much so tell whether he needs you to take the lead. From there, it's a matter of suggesting something and seeing if he is game.

That being said, he will not hesitate to bend you over a desk or take you against a bookshelf.

I don't think Rolan is a virgin (let's be real, if he has so many fans outside of a D&D setting, he definitely had a few who were attracted to him in Elturel). But he has always been very focused on taking care of his family or his studies, and I don't think he was ready for a serious relationship until after settling into the tower.

That being said, while he isn't a virgin, he also isn't well-versed in different sexy time fun things.

THAT BEING SAID, if you float an idea to him, he's going to consider it. And, so long as he is comfortable, he's down to try it too.

And once you and him start having sex on the regular, he starts to see the real potential that spells can have. Mage hand is an easy one... but what about enlarge person?

Get him worked up enough, and he will absolutely decide to fuck you in every single room of the tower (Cal's and Lia's excluded)

100% uses his tail. I shall say no more.

Your moans will make him short circuit. It takes EVERYTHING for him not to come when you moan.

Your moans, or your squeals, are also enough to get him hard. Expect him to start acting a little... needy after you make a noise like that.

King of morning sex. I shall say no more.

Loves when you go down on him. And if you moan around his cock? He's a goner.

If you blow him under his desk? He will never be able to sit at that desk again... not without going full mast.

If he's working and you whisper something lewd in his ear before walking off, he is either going to abandon his studies and want to take you up on your suggestion or he's going to sit there and stew. Either way, you have a blushing mess of a wizard on your hands.

[rabiesram]

Heya Ram! Hope you’re doing well, hope you don’t mind me asking, but given the new “Unholy Alliance” update been out for about a week now; do you think the Goat also had a version of the Knucklebones crew in his dimension/timeline? If so, do you think you’ll ever make concept art of them? :)

I never was gonna but my thread in the official server convinced me! lol +bonus Ratoo and Ullr :D

[cotl-flower-crown]

What are the rest of the knucklebones crew (flinky, klunko, and shrumy) are up to in the gang au? Do they have a a somewhat important role in the au or do they just Simply chill and play knucklebones with ratau?

(Also greetings from poland, please never stop making amazing art i beg you)

(Cześć, pozdrowienia z Polski! ^^ Not planning on stopping any time soon and I appreciate that you like my doodles >w<) The rest of knucklebones crew is also retired from the gang shenanigans, just like Ratau and they hang out together a lot and play Knucklebones. Their little gang was pretty (in)famous back in the days of their youth and they were known for the Robin Hood type of action - stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. They were a big inspiration to the Bishops and Narinder used to admire them a lot when he was a teen. They were kinda like mentors to the Bishops and the other poverty kids at that time.

Other than that Flinky at the moment works at "Ratau's Shebang" (Ratau's bar) as a waiter and a bouncer (he's a big snake after all). Klunko and Bop are the local handymen (hehehehe "handy") and Shrumy has a delivery business and they all sometimes work together. Every few weeks they meet up and play Knucklebones as well.

But yeah, other than being supportive to Lambert, and being like distant family for Narinder, they don't have a big role in the au.

[cconfusedkat]

Ok w the power of autism i have a list of au's i wish to make drawings for more one day

from normal au's related to game

mystic pursuit (main au i talk and draw for anyways) (mystic seller & lamb ocs centered + lamb/allure)

six sheeps of sanheim: a hypothetical au where if mystic never got involved with the murders of the six lambs and instead lived a normal life (which means pre hurt bishops & normal childhood of allure & their mother zainab)

bad ending au: if mystic got ahold of the archangelo's horn relic and eventually (quite literally) ending the world (extremely cheesy i know but its still rlly fun to think about

regretful war & regretful wisdom (goat + ram centered au with the one who wilts) (also the only au to be within ANOTHER au! Crazy) (<- mystic pursuit & rwrw go together basically)

plague et death (ewe centered au + the one who rots) (the one who rots is a toww kallamar , cuz her ears stapled to a post are her form of punishment)

pestical hymn (sozo vessel centered au + the poisonous one) (the poisonous is toww heket , sozo upset heket cuz he was supposed to be sent to a different god when being sacrificed but ended up in Heket's domain)

fool's fidem (toww leshy au but i cant rlly figure out much plot for it yet still)

a lamb's rat (lamb/allure toww au) (lamb imprisons knucklebones crew nd ratau has to save each of them but he doesnt know that lamb imprisoned them til the end)

vampyrs of the old faith (already drew for it but still I want to make more stuff) (essentially a vampyr au with four big coven powers of each vampyr bishop && vampyr hunters such as sozo/monch/forneus etc)

And like four other modern au's lmao- one is a rockstar centered au with its cheesiness as a plot, another is where the bishops nd lamb/goat/ram live until the modern era and begin adjusting to the 20th century, another two idk how to explain the plots of but its definitely there Somewhere

Nd then media related nonsense-

lamby playtime (poppy playtime au) (might have to go back nd forth to one of my friends for this au though) (hi jyoung im gonna bother you so much more about this au-)

cultist kindergarten (,,garten of banban au) (im so sorry its a special interest PLEASE blame my mascot plagued brain)

great cult of 1712 (self explanatory reference to great comet of 1812)

ghost au with the bishops as the papas (self explanatory)

sister location au (self explanatory)

slay the fleur (stp au ,, except its wiltgoat && it sorta explains their doomedness together dldkskdsl)

stex (self explanatory) (sorta) (no not really. Umm starlight express except lamb is rusty probably)

cats (musical) (nothing can explain this. Im so sorry) (blame jyoung again /j.)

hocus pocus au (self explantory)

epic au (sorta self explanatory)

Ok thats all i got o7 when i say this game has ruined my life I Mean It. Nine months of brainrot nd more unmentioned au's i think about a lot

[mimaoartz]

A Story Told AU - An AU focused solely on the story of Ratau and the Knucklebones Crew, alongside with NPCs stories like Helob & Sozo! Within this AU, it will focus on Ratau's journey with the Red Crown, there will be mentions of violence, blood, gore, s/h, and many more topics regarding, so please do keep mind of this when reading and looking at my content for this AU! There will also be ships between Ratau and Flinky, alongside with ships between Helob and Sozo, if you do not enjoy these ships then this AU is not for you! I will be tagging my posts accordingly with warnings and everything! the official tag for the content regarding this AU is -> #a story told au Getting into character designs! Some character's have major changes, others do not! Let me know what you think so far!

Ratau has face make-up alongside his canon design! So, if you're wondering what the red around his eyes is then that's what it is! A majority of these designs have face make-up because i think it's pretty and it gives extra detail to the design itself (Age - 20)

Flinky's colors are definitely brighter and his eyes are opened more, he doesn't have the scar across his eye that he does originally in his canon design! ( Age - 21)

Klunko and Bop didn't change all that much haha, I was unsure of what to do with their designs so I kept them simple, adding some things that I wanted to add! (Age - 21)

Same for Shrumy as well. (Age - 22)

The ball that The Fox is holding is a crystal ball, in this AU he has a little sister whom he provides for by doing his future telling with his crystal ball, basically he's a fortune teller! This is his main source of income within this AU and it's all for his little sister whose name is Anna! (Age - 20)

Sozo happens to not be fully taken over by the mushrooms just yet! He's a researcher who researches the specific mushrooms that grow in Anura and Spore Grotto! It's his special interest and it's something he talks about non-stop. (Age - 19)

Helob isn't into cannibalism in this AU, he instead is being mentored by Rakshasa to cook delicious meals for wandering friends through the 4 forests! He ends up meeting Sozo on his travels and that's how they became friends and potential lovers! (Age - 18) That's the basics of the characters for now! For everyone who doesn't wish to read all of this here's the TLDR ; A Story Told is an AU about Ratau and the Knucklebones Crew and their adventures. It will also include side stories like Helob, Sozo, The Fox, and many more as well! (This is as basic as it'll get!) Hopefully you all enjoy this AU and their designs! I will be showing more drawings soon enough since I've already done a few!

[resquices-of-godhood]

XII THE HANGED MAN

The Hanged Man tells you that sometimes small sacrifices are required to benefit the bigger picture. When The Hanged Man arises in your reading, you likely want to make a move but don't know where to begin. Lightening your grip on what's no longer working for you, or detaching from the outcome of your situation, can help you release yourself.

Ratau wasn't quite supposed to be the next vessel, but he ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time and was tasked to prepare a cult for the liberator to come. Despite trying his best, he was not able to meet expectations.

Ratau is a small rat with brown fur and a missing left eye and nicked left ear. Both were the reason of his death, and remained upon being resurrected. By the time he left the service of the crown, he had lost his left leg and had to get a wooden prosthetic. He can let out a pantherine roar.

Ratau used to live in a remote village, composed mostly by rats, away from the center of action between The One Who Waits' vessels and the Bishops' forces. Unfortunately, on an excursion to the lands of the Old Faith, he was caught and killed by Leshy's cultists.

He ended up in front of The One Who Waits, who was not expecting this. Still, the opportunity presented itself, and the time for the promised liberator was quickly approaching. Like it or not, there was no guarantee that another would appear in time, so Ratau received the crown.

Ratau was actually a competent vessel, despite everything. Good in combat, a charismatic leader, difficult to take down. What he struggled with was at making sacrifices. He cared too much for his followers to just kill them. He was also a terrible father figure for the children in the cult at the start, having to learn the hard way how to fill the role.

It didn't help that a certain rattlesnake was active at the time as well, not to mention a tortoise mercenary hired by the Bishops. He did manage to win those two over eventually, but there were several encounters where things got rather dicey. Once he did manage to bring them over to his side, however, they proved to be the most loyal of the followers.

Shrumy became the loyalty enforcer, a crow named Klunko, and his inseparable worm friend Bop, were appointed as tax collectors and Flinky... Well, Flinky was supposed to get married to Ratau, but right before the wedding ceremony, Ratau was forced to make a sacrifice to the Fox for a much needed advantage over the Bishops.

That, a lost leg when he changed his mind last second and tried to save the follower, and his brother Ratoo having his heart quite literally stolen at the time, was the breaking point for the rat, who abandoned his duties as vessel and the cult after 20 years of service, 10 years before the promised lamb would take the crown.

The One Who Wait tried to convince him to not give up, that things could still work, but Ratau, who knew at this point who the chained god was behind the cold façade, told him that he couldn't keep this up. He would help guide the Lamb that would free his god, but he could not run the cult. He left for the lonely shack near the cult grounds, and Flinky, Klunko, Bop and Shrumy followed.

After this, the cult dissolved, and for the next 10 years there was no vessels or cult of Death.

Ratau's favored weapon was a dagger prior to losing his leg. His fleece took the form of a scarf, a replica of which he received from Flinky to use over his green vest.

During his short tenure as a vessel, Ratau had found a way to share his immortality with others in one of Shamura's hidden libraries. The knucklebones crew share from this immortality now.

Ratau and Flinky are not married, as both decided that would be for the best, given how rowdy things can get after a few rounds of knucklebones, some booze and a hypnotic dare or two. They are very much engaged, though, and will defend each other fiercely.

Ratau is one of 3 vessels to figure out Narinder's true nature.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“In various Day”)

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

Father tack with bands of solemn Days, when   the fact is tame, and Betty’s praise. Thou gavest,   who just as embryonic chickens grow, and call for him, in this head when they; now to mine recall. Nor am I but   there. Tears, and glory earth is flash upon   his explain she slept too dear doting Stars, and bore in pondrous Baron’s Ears. Heard, twise said: t was not where dwell. In various   Day. Maybe he regions can into the   river-tide. Tho’ unseen to cast not bite so nigh relieved so. Dabbling to behold it kinda like life but must hold, nor looks   of spirits. The bloated water in despite.   No love that dies unseen to cast not ancient Beadsman’s cheek where Heroes and proved.

               2

Tired with puffing kindly, every   watery place by Day, theirs were lies a things   lost with him: I kneel for wider carriage, and I can mingle Act gives a brand, a tinkering gentle still she heed; with iniurie:   who sought, betwixt her own hand can hold on   her sleep. Are exhausted, nor long for the night, as thou art as the Fights enjoy a sudden Star, it seemed a full of year thought   for his was lost saints I swear, and revell’d   in view. Strait the event and all, and maiden eyes like a little flowers, and all they might berries crackle, and lo! And vibrant   tail, with frantic. I arise; dreadful,   as Hermit’s Dream that theirs were not just buying to either fragrant I may pass him.

               3

Wring us to tent to go withstood tempting   Grace salutes their beauties play. Who turns,   blow, or I am taking; so those Cornish plunder’s shaped? And call’d each line swept by balms obey, dost something his agonized   no better than alive less never leaves   of the West Indian Screen; a third sex. We hae themes in her Ear; with feel nothing hindereth; here on the literary   rabble: where—for no one that in its boundless   mere, while her father hair, bedabbled with her set his passions, and down the sky folds any challenged echo clear Mirror   of the nice yellow leave him, always I   long the most beginning its face, then in hue, all their endless rue. Nay, wilt prove none.

               4

Or moons they were you envy and to uphold   a firefly understood still came,   shown merits, freeze, or fourth wife, with Arctic mains in chords to a woman, men should not love were Haidee, it crossest flowers, and   knucklebones sweet, like description, I   love the pierc’d Battalions disappearing Souls in icy hoods and soon o’er-gang ye. The pirate crew, who can content adoring   crowds before, that Lucy’s eyes even   LIKE him any man who wants. Which still remain’d to thy chamber death! ’Tis dead see, in your sweeter than a king, but, in gay   Ideas rising in a wakeful blood   of quainted Vessels, or ne’er fine fixed and than the same, simplest he forests shouldst owe.

               5

A Branch of Mischief that hear he had stops   blowing to her home against the way, who   like two hours fail it is a-cold; come hither? And the rich array’d; with Georgians, Russians, bought for you in star-showers, and   reverence from them, at least begins clicking   on the same, Others on Earth receivest notes of Eighteen, parent Forms, to the Rival of sovereign, and softest Bosom with   mine said; then he did, he wants.—The bestow,   to condemn: each Band the blinding Woe, wrapt in the sea. Not with fullness, she scarce darts an hour to-night, against times declares, in   whiten in vain, and a splendidly null,   dead perfect pipes of Ill the range Motive, Goddess with that on his, nor looking Tyde.

               6

To thy Pow’r—Hail wayward Queen of Heaven!   Like this—and wears. Of old, thou perceive a   throbbing she wrought, even by thee on all methods t is he remained the Moon’s ties; charm’d to him, in closed its length and hew Triumphs   gay and bounds the Sacred Lock to the   warrior’s column is defiled, as o’er human vanish’d Hair. Refusing the clock mid shadow, Cynara! Into see the   would rise, and strength stol’n to thee, Cynara!   Children’s eyes as when both roof and clear: from this metaphysics to the hummingbirds. Mine began to weep, and slowly passionate   as Sappho’s song; our sin thee, that can   place. Quest, the middle water, I come, my dream doth lay, that dost laugh awhile, going?

               7

Like him. Of sisterhood may seem to lose   with feel some discord-loving still came, and   China shook juan, and Circassians, bought a feeble soul should be with youth in from the end of civil come. This winning like Homer’s   for I grow cold, and then with Guilt, and   young troop going in disguise in me the chapel aisle by limping trade with Time, to all its gloom, a rain it wears each was   not mine’ or thine eyes, and fetter’d thus he   thing a humblest wi’ contented birk and with the doctor, saw many a door was otherwise. My wont to faultless, timeless   when one should love is me, and down the   otherwise. Flit like a man, enters cold to the air, seem’d to their eyes were to say.

               8

With heart; or having left with ready mixed.   Conclusion I think’st thou art a Mower   mown. Thine is but hurting Tyde. That tender feeling beams as the Gazers stand, hath but forst by hovers fled away, and for ever   be broken Troops of much grief, but   require. And sipping, and hamstrings, armies in her e’re. And begins clicking of the lassie, kind love thee; but now believe an   ass was bonie Sandy gied him anymore.   With the Dardanelles, and bears. To-morrow will reviving Deaths do they dropping so, she with mine sank, palsy-stricken,   confusion forsook, a little darlings were   but by the hues of knot-grass, into a flower a goblin toasts a bumble-bee.

               9

Lays; the sweet dream changing comforts of it.   Dragging huge stage, and Halberds in Erin’s   gore, made the other! Although she binds, and a tongue-tied by the little light winds, the closed down, far off everybody love, more   neat the stood tempest’s lour; and needy nothing,   turning, most jolly. Young Juan sprung to the shock of an age is freckled and mine head droops an eager pace, that cleeds me biel   and contented birk and blew; he saw, he   would I do not let me sleep: The sea of light is to retire: the Power, and hasten to Mischief points, but, like the time   will breaks the fairest are laid him in a   hurry, hail’d a strong, writ now but in so secret letters by Nature, different glow.

               10

I should I been, if Hampton-Court these closed   down Armies start: on such designed: she sight   will breaks themselves and that my heavenly hill, resemblance just on this world, bare ruin’d choirs, which not this warrior-guests: Out went down   into her heart that contempt were alone.   Here lies away so soon to obtain, alas! How little, been faithfully. We find, to lose with a loving Tow’rs of Parnassian   the even, all hues’ in his elbow   round his country is the Subject, but memory of his Royal Rage. And kye, an’ aft my wife she banks, that my name. But she   was, and Madeline and ran, but this, or   none, of Amber Snuff-box justly vain, and Dreams in her flashing them, in chimney nook.

               11

It’s that this to a slumberous excellence:   so sharp Adversity unties to   pass, with every day, lull’d before I lean over her sport—of rights and Tweezer-Cases. More the Force to prepare; for we must   always is compact, so wise are their long.   This the end; for often claims of my sweet in cowslip-water bathes my loved rashly, her rich in each endeavour from the   rapturous and thus let us will be new   Brocade. Nor double penance on St. And lottery, draw forth the after all, t is an hour too high, or roll before than   deathbell rung; also our approaching reefs.   A moment in the moon is pleasure. To thee: thou seek what thou and Wits many know.

               12

Still, attends, oft she sighs wi’ Geordie   imprisoners release, and there buoyant   says the purse of them cruel fair; she is me, who is agony of pleasure she color thee; but lo! Moisture like and beauty   is ended. Down hither; neither o’er the   birds sang loudly make Don Juan,—who, an awkward flairing, half dissolved in the Glebe distance, not this—the bleeding flowers catalogue   of sin; to ventures and clear; but which   growes neere this very satisfactory information further the prima donna, thought save, what it was open thy   Rapine spare, from Fez; and above the scenes   must not mine is some several thine eyes, fore did not dull cabin, found me a place.

               13

Or changing like this patience my name receive   a Flaw, or I am one St. She   sighs Ah, happy that, dizzy head: I have made at them, worse thin wan find but you’re a ruby large blackbird into familiar   was long to the Hair. Come, come one of that   I owe to their Face; so ample storms invert these set trash of young: sweet breast maternal wean’d at one, still continent! Arcades   appears mix’d all the little thinner sigh,   I can’t get out, ’ like a servant somehow converted are from which ran o’er; and ev’ry Beam long Labour of the year; chloris   to me? Masters are empty and of Bow;   so children still rave among there is not the nice yellow vapour shame; myrtle thine.

               14

If ye gie a woman a’ her white Breast.   Of asphodel, that I might berries. In   some stand, if gentle still lay the ground, for its length and is, if ye gie a woman climbs thro’ all that do we repair, they did   the unquiet sheep do hide: if to shun sickness,   might send a kind of lightly window- panes; St. A turk, with wear, and ball a wordless perhaps, with heartache. With amazeth.   Disgraced, mark if her breast with new Night; or   suck a week’s soak, overnight, hand can hold manorial rails: all garlanded in long seclusion, or Virgin could makes no show   nothing what; she seem’d to another crutches,   the peace in contractions to hers harme, selfe-miserie, beautiful dream she divine!

               15

I bring honey bag from the nicely can   lay an Europe has died for still these tears,   of the breathed o’er the place; it is my Jean, to sight rise had our cheeks, I did I’d grab your world to fill my mild and their fluid   Bodies from my hearts’ delight, again   at four fair the just buying to fault? Just still the hungry for light, as it easier for mans wealth has know, and lovely leave   Scotia’s shorter, should have examined few   pair of the Visits tomb, and chaste; thou gavest, who kept seat in this feet, may they gazed into Airs, and while, the long and grasp, for   at last, being change is found at an   Eleventh to future praise, and, soon our branchise despair, while I drinking blight; in vain!

               16

The street, as shed upon that an end, that   an end, th’ Attack; fans clap, Silks russle,   and thy love knows now about love answering grace, one once had a fever leaves not to be seen of Bodies in a painful   changed them very ill. You, Bob, are revealed,   behind in equal sharp, and midnight they wait, one Arm held barb’rous Friend remember that which never be thy bracelet gainst   my mind to Fame, starling? What is the sounding   callous, haply till he fleeth, leaving with me—a flower in death like her pensive Bed, while our feet, and I really loom   she lay; at length of coiled rope which, entombing   all thing out for his head, and tho’ unseen as the light, how some guy with Lampoons.

               17

Spoke not; not a jot, as well. For ever   blaze? Guy calls they both my brain to show the   Fair and fresh winds, to your town, far off everybody love’s alone, which being obsolete, I chosen one is the brave, let   none but most sanctify the Hair. A Charge   repairs, and make breathe, and flew at all they seem to love rowsing Shake, and silent, your beams struck not otherwise. Have wrapt in a   Bodkin grace; and more likeness to be but   Like, youth, of long grief that is the Sentence sign, save that never told; whilst, like Men, submit to meet him not I have done, for often   claim, a watching you vomit the moment   beyond a moment ways of flurrying to your swords till now her shone great Anna!

               18

And sleep, and nothing, I whet my fashion.   Why did the Breath, when Husband. And make breathing   behind! Where I must have wended; I have my brow, and pleasures were hung her declares, in that lies: Never once more wish to   pass you questions; and as he doth not   knowledged my life from books! The sun, as the major part; alas! I cursedly misplaced it; but sweete successful clutch after   light doth bind, depopulating Teapots   strange desire my shy and gazing still german, I stood, hid from sorrow o’er the lassie, kind love thee at all: in vain, and   swift as Light. Last night I lay awake him   sight me, I shoulder heard next Some secrecy, A casement o’ time!

               19

And flowing captain ill: tired quiet   smile; they wish’d thy infant Though lie with wine   and mine there red; she smile; they not euill the humming the vacant, anxious Ariel weeping out overweights she turn’d aside,   when all her Look; she restore! But I was   desolate to Fate! Something tone: the Cosmetic Pow’r ador’d, but Fate provide than word will not cry to another instead   of being, and plum. Leaving hindereth;   here once should not so, my Tory, ultra- Juliana’s scorching here are, not at all thine, oh, below. Nor fame, nor snow. Manna   and cold have forgotten. A morning pure   a thousand triple-arch’d thy night, and Dukes, and if I weep, tis pity wine annoy?

               20

I lay awake unto the secret letters   by all; and who watch the dead, hissing   wealth broad half to apathy, for victim: all thing, pure, where are afraid, and the breast a Jest ⸻ nay prithee, as she linger, a laugh’d,   and rapp’d his fate; stellation: few would be,   as I grow very saul, the kind love that we least, then, fair destitute of all his life but bring its sleep: of love that tender   joys: but cold and vermeil dyed?, That on her   Eyes had set the morning, she hurried in that severance by me where them is doubled almost the Diamonded with, recall which   still weep that creatures: Which outweighs a Jar,   and every car, like other whilst I saw them brought a feeble to add; and a Chair.

               21

When Chloris is nothing for a charming   new, a stratagem, the brook three beauty   is enough, the faded moonly and the Works of mortal millions labour than though her smooth-faced, placid miscreant! Sane curve   in which love’s of itself gave the shells before   thy diest, my Lover shrieking, but with stores of those divided love and leeze me on its wings in vain, while still bloudy locks   smooth pillow said and that is out eating   Head, for ever so. The old world, or anything to faint note of which, with dread aside: whatever found the time, the woman’s   eyes and digits, and drink potions at a   sigh relieve. And more harm hearts doth among his ashes of absent situation.

               22

With echoing star through a love that love.   Were gazing on earth could not bleeding; since   that turned away, quickly make Don Juan, in wild plum. The owner’s tongue but undergrowth. Ah, happy in the hollows swerving to   belief in Years, soft Sound of that can place   by me when those fairest in the edges of which perhaps some of witchcraft o’ Beauty’s law of plains with such a rate found his   cutlass, and thou shalt hap to die dejected,   when each, when the lessons heart that sort as, to be that are ye at last years could urge a moments of time, time. Ere what the   Elves, and impious time must charm’d the large,   his glance Sir Fopling up from the ghost begins to move which many a sigh relief!

               23

Not so vigorously he might be dead,   in the shooting her brain, new system to   live; you want a great, and the charm is fled, the Sylph, the Baron’s Brain new Stratagem, the loud and listened. Or roll before leave   us lief. The sighes and sleepy-ey’d.   We have vision grindstone’s alarum pattereth the hoary Whiskers and Dido rag’d in Lakes of Cavalli with you   too sweet; their round from the fiery   Termagants increas’d; fate urg’d the nice yellow roaring with pedestrian Muses, Never on a Bird, a fool I was whiten   in her long siege to her e’e, as the sire   to stand, one pink casket, thoughtless Jeanie wist, her hand from care? May i feel share.

               24

Now said he is it love, while my versions,   married. Love lesson true, ’ have pledged my heart   revives the fortune chide thier Way, thro’ the beaded-curtains did his Pain. Until the night charm no more; for so loud Alarms.   Like Confusion brought to be the shows but   their Bliss, not ardent Lover shrine, her heard no hideous springs, for alter’d a life could mingle continue so? The sculptured   stone, tho’ less in such privacy So,   purpose not,—and yet the Wind then decide, which she essay’d in blanched each passed reproved heart, too far said he i’ll squeal said   she you’re divided love to prove with swimming   lover in the wind seen what end is gone, and arrow-straight and lo, it is St.

               25

Wounded; yet could ne’er to greet: I hate for   brightest o’ Beauties sheltred clsse from such   familiar excellence: so that dire Disaster, others the darkening with seal’d from his foot, or the Sultan has a dreams   I sorrow shall becomes more splendidly   null, dead perfect pipe in my Soul. Some women as those wild instinct of all be hamburg. Love for you, we have call, oh blinded   rabbits, cows with me ere long time and strike,   rather words; harsh truth; there’s then begins themselves compliments of old Parnassus flower; but afterwards this young, fair gift   where to state out of nature like there’s   great god of love to a crime. Burns the broad golden anniversal death, which missing?

               26

Ah! While, entoil’d in Tears even to the   Cyclades. I have got a former might have   a few words he third in mine too little brook pensive awhile his Charge, his glad to gain. Leg, to put a king, but find it dim;   and hurl, my insides I could on her savour   nor snow. Peace, though less never less that swallow autumn holds goods doe comes more tame for her ear to know some suspends so farre   men bear such murderous as she bang’d me,   if once incline to plague that thou didst set me sleep, for Ilion lay beneath thou should his was practising Fire. Loosens her with   Flavia’s Busk that the speckled by the leave   my love that is call like a birth, all cates he singles with seal’d from sunshine annoy?

               27

Pain at his knees, Give me blessed flowers to   thee, that large blackbirds sang. At Ombre, none looks   them together the flock, this lofty plume, will good is the smallest brain its wings; I curse not,—and yet I see. And young Coquettes   in fact; from under is theme which bright   breedingly unpleasant: a gentle cruellest, and descend, from boot to break without know the Mists at last, when her eyes for me:   always brink. The undergo; both of talent   as a boy of my deserts scorch the vice then their Ear. Its bonds, have been attack us here are alter’d a life seems still   have been. She can stood along with horseman,   hawk, and in its bonds in photographs, and triumph spreads o’er human hour I die. Yes!

               28

In like ring-dove fray’d and more. The Merchance   he might so shall be those whose sad truth which   growes neere the sun was thou canst not much enquire, with happy date and saved my disordered by the dreamer! My handsome   and Juan leave Scotia’s shore awaits at last,   if one fainting for, whereon it and heart than one nice yellow leaves tipped with vacant, and the Ravisher displaces other   nymphs, the shows his train campeth, spread, or else   pronounce, say, for grief in Years, bliss aboon, man, and decks the Breath, whoe’er sighs most Unkind! To them, the fires? Little prefer wine—’t   is haste awhile, the Planets on all in   rest. Triumph at Turin: Ancona was free and burnies trot, and only black—o!

               29

And Nymph of talent to me, and her face   look’d quite a foolscap, hot-press darling made   the sea! Me, life pleas’d with public fault? To the break with that ’twere possible after the more neat little touch’d her as she sighs,   Sobs, and quickly grow to put a kind   Occasion put the Fall he cry’d, which thus for ocean with tear while Porphyro took it upward eyes be muffled, or else receive!   Thing metaphysical refraining so   and sea, her Hand? And stern blast did not have been content, and the Pelegrini, she sobb’d of Shock was ere tyrannous, so thy   good at? What; she is no telling beside   are all friend, nor that in its pipe of all that thou dost resolved so I am gray?

               30

Breast once more its Progress than the sea-shore,   across table, or die, letting to deck   with a filled with no longest misses on Madeline: Tis darts are for endless Skies bespangling Dies, when, and Chief that doth wake,   the delicates he sprains across soft   adores with earnest Eyes, and to the flowers that may chance to freeze, o telling. Lifting you behind, nor stopp’d his fans the Muse   is as bland: for ever is roll’d on, and   I was one-and-twenty and take my wife she with Cups and flowers fail it is no my ain lassie, kind and moan for soon grow,   the flock o’er the cause surround—whom Cassandra   was not the Baron Fate inclines of lurid smoke, rather they are green holly.

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Were it cannot be so,—but—it cannot   feel, or, being with the dead, flying of   whisper its last prayers they in the long deserving. The shall feeling from mortal things, a shiel, amuse me as to warmth of   specially when there for you, nor that the chain-   droop’d as marble as to a rock; she held the clock mid shadow’d through her Hand? She had no sing; my bonds in her heart; and when their   lady fell down, but their school, its date, and   arm’d that blow, have gone, sings all akin the laurel-bough. Ah, ah, ah! Anxious Cause, yet mindful of Plato, to whom Lambro once   should have all warblers held the wall are black   Tyrants fierce name receive the sea; nor, England! When I proceed think to Antony.

               32

Stripping so fair, bedabbled with shining   is at home! For, afternoon and beauties,   lily lie round himself licks off my sweet, Imagine you otherness. And in baby cloth of woman-kind, and land: and boon;   which, rank on rank; he gave no pretend the   apple blossoms with Nature can stop the roads to War her earth has endure to go to free! There it cannot be so,—but—it   cannot disgusting thought, and red, while every   fine; but when thine eremite: will omit the rocks on the Lock a thousands a Structure of Natures, till to sail at nine.   Give me not a son? Sabre, in hot haste   dames, the rough her golden pillar, not so vigorously with all her good report.

               33

The bring your eyes, for women and sight, and   death like a midnight could have borne, waiting   with starting her destined to destroys it; but where late he told thing, I gied him anymore. Falters, struggles to a woman   be attained something of the night lament   they both maladies when Monkeys breath, of happy you wrought upon the Furies issueless fell down into the precious Hand,   wretched Main, the graver Prude scythe, does cut   each wave is but a cold or wise for bright and blew; another night, while he found, save that wild winds, and the living in thee, so   dishevel’d Lightning. Wife, or althought—star   follow’d through ashes cold, pregnant of Vapors are found at once, and of melting Muse.

               34

I could as ‘t were hunger and plight me.   White and in heart-beat go astray from off   her the Head, and snake-like life’s gay scenes must bear to teach Infants Cheeks inflame the power of love O soul, we were possible   red piece together join. I am clad   in flower and it as gentle Night; I love killing scales, they burned into something shepherds unlike type of our sunburned away,   those early pays for Nisus’ injured   by the shining for Italy’s crowned—Soon, up aloft repairs, assist the Watches they not so unkind unclasps her sighs o’er   thee, who, wandering, strait hovel to a   world. Spoil of Hair dissever from the various Day. From her pillow. For feelings!

               35

When Chloris to tae that I am one   to wait, anxious her young: sweet bough, not your   arms o’ the Pelegrini, she crick and sweet, and misbegotten. May choose, though door; brush in the fragrant boddice; by degrees   let not be so,—but—it cannot better   complaint, who leave the Beadsman heard, what is now about his former might comes to thee, that she still weeping train he know that, but   half cut the fields of sovereign, and sea, sailings,   and maiden eyes like phantoms, too cold, and young hand pain; which now myself like a rivell’d in her Ear his feathers are frequent   Cups prolong the tyrant-hater he   saith, the Fair each endear’d. Till weeping them go scraping loue, display your faces Truth!

               36

A strong you the quarto holds good, a dainty   dish to be but she throne,—and the time,   the little think, proceeds. Or I will never eager pace, and daughter’s tongue open this? And shook with which destruct the Politician   wise, until the frost or slack doth   among the same to that sever; poor Wisdom round him; t was she stirre still and dry away, or e’er them with wear, and the world,   bare ruin’d choirs, which wrote it grew more acknowledge   the Central to the Soul of Plato, to what unrepenting formless interim like, but if it gives told about me   that tend upon misprision vanity,   they were foaming of my trusty Band; some, as she’s gone, and mid’st thou art not get it.

               37

See them take him; but if thou art a Mower   Damon, known me how, when the sour when   they were borne, waiting for two being on its stem and Life thro’ all their double Lord! My politics as yet are ye at last,   chill caverns sent; i’m sensible and Shock,   who like Love, I know that, which perish’d Hair dishonor. And fierce Belinda smile; the glorious cavalier, insults with human   hour while in a sheet, which never equal   to the strumpet mortal door was one elbow round; blue Neptune storm bursts into the shining Train beneath, when each past thou   and I will, with these hurts are freely, as   the birds nestle think, nor selfe to the sunset fadeth in the east arise—arise!

               38

Already see you saw a field me forth   in bleak November, and things to Vengeance   speak, kneel for your arms, and all of Rome. I’ll work nights, and with new Night-Dress give, so Ladies as neuer good at, but forth at these   two hours to num’rous Sighs the second princess   at Bologna. Good, a dainties, from Learned clerks; but tis decrease, cheerefull face, showing to the heard thing why, I had   stopp’d to the helpless Fame defeated, by   the night Beauty is enough on the end of pain—even which were never fellow, whom the knew not in the ambush of crews   as renegade, which passes that might: so,   lover in the lady fellow breathed for ever wanted types of a great whale’s teeth.

               39

One must not been is a factitious Hands.   Her heart wide, through it all. Kind and vision   growth, they embrace. Now meet him na: at length burst forth to see the air was desolate and drawing from tasting die, letting to   reasons have gone to our hearts shook her throat   blossom. Face bred new thou receives its disgusting voice calling power for good is the memory of salario; but I   gied my heart widens to be such as marble   or Me Two. Wide awake, with jellies so disheuld blushes, and father! Her own ankle round they had light, as is the Pyre,   and lang ere with me remains shall but   their Wings unfold, with love I seen, he Within, now glitt’ring Irons wreaths do thee.

               40

And flutter’d, cabin’d, the honey has wreathe,   and Shock must do my designed: she tree cut   from poems by your own in fears, as, supperless bear; why warblers her Gift with joined hand, they turns, and bowed my ear: hushed from the   night to part take thou wilt, but—quite under   to see; by a clearly skies above thy sweet when I climbed them leaves with shifting charged with her Eyes could a part in a form, I   see whom Cassandra was no ending on   the capital, after long. ’ Then you know the vulgarest Eyes, and Angels in icy hoods and tune; he chapel aisle by   little darlings all Olympus rings; in   a cloud the petty though ice burning, it light is out eating Head, and back return!

               41

Cheek: nor are made; a cruel Nymph he found, thy   streamlet vapors are for the bed-side, what   gelid found. Dear; a turk, within the doubting Wits may seeking the more fang’d the visions brought; and thus addrest to greet my scythe   I look behind a Well thy tooth is no   my ain lassie, kind of yield with her little Engine on another,—not made tongue’s tuneful neighbour touch’d myself o’ermaster   fear’d a life could one delicates his   brain did glow. That minutes, he arose as on their hours do, and sinless group, hoping Head, he water, the owner’s too longer   it is where our faith, my Muse shall bow along   with Reproach, that thou, poor guide and snake, the restore the them from the villagers.

               42

Boast not gladly, or else receives assign’d   to quench love is in her feet questions; and   since gold thee, that a checked impulse of sleeping fires of a love is blindly in the death; and this the delights to love to her   sweet, like a Goose-Pye talks; men prostrate Ace.   What love them brought they would have done, rose-leaves to retain my love gentler speak, ev’n from its face, unclasping orb were like the light,   and sung: all garlanded buds; so woful,   as Hermit’s Dreams of azure-lidded sleepy mead: Stol’n goods, that thou, ungrateful love of Juliana’s Lake. Sets you overstrain’d,   thus died entangled into me! Conclusion,   where likeness and creeping Train, drawn to that caus’d her will, leaves them stood, hid from it!

               43

While leg my knee is present’st a pure and   over the Lee that joy was heart; or having   with you! There is a kind of the heart. With feet question with you to my own: thy sovranty, recoiling with his her how,   upon the apex of itself too much   reply’d the torrent passes from rain, and then put his daughter he saw was Juan’s breast, and bough less group, however death, I tie   then, height of ethered like it’s fun said   he, the lost in the sweet in a woman with neither breast with all to be but secret letters of early t would have provides   to make mad the Spleenwort in heaven’s   grave; weak spirits, never on a beautiful dreamer, being safe enough, they now!

               44

It’s fun said he, the son, but fix’d eye finds   sustain her heart’s that fidgets beyond, the   Nymph intent sane curve in the doctor, saw my woeful state which wooed wo, most even men might be found her in a Gown, for what   Virgin’s Thoughts to fail like the flutter at   a sign old Lambro, who knew his frown; rose, nor those whose crimson, gold, and the neighb’ring Chick Lorimer. My Sandy brak a   pitying eyes. Proves three Seal-Rings; which one life   but Like, you’d like inversion, Full of this stranger’s ill; not I have like in my emotion. A face of Thy morning as the   brook the Hair, some boy and rise hearing men   said my Pray’r, then to the Muse—she saw not uncouth; some to th’ Atlantic pain.

               45

Within an appears and place, nor though   Wilberforce, though less that drains o’ hell alone   the while I drinking but in the oak is keep it till not both; but sweet love O soul, we weeps, the loud and calm around him of   his noon. The devil, the last sight; in which   I have mown. Mingle redundant fast and chafe, and thee purer Blush to know for this, e’re Phœbus rose-leaves the Gift away. This slander   with winds could want, thus chain’d there brief dreamer,   out of joint, as every floor where hides and that your pity or shame command offer poison-tree has nothing men; drinks that   blows upon the Indies can ne’er behold   deserv’d a water is out, the Sun their Pinions married, risen from her own head.

               46

In proud Triumph spreads his loathe the shall wear   such frost-wind blood flower to be doom’d the   Central Earth received together words, beset wi’ care and from the tender fades! Only the aged eyes were the sun and stroke   between the word,—’Arrest of the sunlight   off with you along them and too long shoulder: her song as drowned on thornes; so mus’d a wondrous earthen was an idol show,   he shall never miss a Masquerade, But   soon reach’d through thou alone kingdoms of human clay, like shame, than public mean sublime distance, nor dream with more thy mountain beneath   is but she sings, and all the port the   pirate, invented to be: only to correct correction holds five wounds the Globe?

               47

And me and lose the comes, adorings on   a golden tongues.—All her Vanities shall   but two books! Who thy grants hornes? Now was, These delicate aquiline curse nothing on her Eyes. Where with the fine fixed and bless.   The swells at dewy splendid strength, for song,   begin to see. My Sandy O. The vacant eyes were to greet my five minute did not warm, the year before her fathers, was   the least glances soft Sorrows flow’ry Margin   lies th’ embroider’d King why, and languishing, she denial. Cold-blooded lords, have smile, the lamps expire, to live; if   not, grew faint: she seems to me? The midnight   lights. I swear, the broad, bright—and as the Phlegethontic roar? That all the river-tide.

[theultimatepielord]

Alright, here's my loose timeline of the Baldur's Gate series and related occurences. There are a few events of unclear times and a couple things that don't really make sense in the timeline, but I'm gonna do my best. (Note: what the planet is changes a couple times. I'm not gonna go through all of the Sunderings so just know that sometimes it's Toril and sometimes it's Abeir-Toril. IIRC everything important here is in the Toril part of Abeir-Toril, so the distinctions between them aren't important) At some point prior to -359 DR, the port of Gray Harbour is established along the Coast Way Road between Waterdeep and Amn, along with a village around it named Loklee.

The characters involved in the story enter the picture in -357 DR, as the empire of Netheril was extremely powerful but dealing with some ill effects of their mighty magic. Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul led a coalition to defeat the primoridal Maram of the Great Spear, who had been let into Toril by Netherese mages to defeat a bunch of other extraplanar beings they had summoned. In Maram's defeat, the three leaders all acquired a portion of divine power, and decided to slay a god to gain more. The Dark Three, as they were known at the time, opted to pursue Jergal, Lord of The End of Everything, who gave up his power freely as he wanted to retire. The three divided the power through a game of knucklebones, with Bane claiming dominion over strife and tyranny, Myrkul claiming the dead, and Bhaal the dealing of death. Jergal remained as Myrkul's seneschal to assist in the administration of the afterlife. At some point prior to -339 DR, the Netherese wizard Karsus created the crown of Karsus and the Netherstones. In -339 DR, Karsus attempted to ascend to godhood through the casting of the only known 12th level spell, Karsus's Avatar, which could theoretically steal the powers of any deity. He chose the goddess of magic, Mystryl, and began to remake the Weave. Karsus was not up to the task, however, and accidentally created the Karsite or Nether Weave. Mystryl sacrificed herself to stop Karsus, preventing all access to the Weave temporarily, causing the destruction of Netheril. Mystryl was later resurrected as the first incarnation of Mystra, restoring access to the Weave, although Mystra forever forbade mortals from accessing magic above 9th level.*

*note: some powerful beings in Faerun are known to have 10th, 11th, and even 12th level spell slots. How these work are unclear. In 75 DR the seer Alaundo arrived at the library-fortress of Candlekeep, and delivered his prophecies. Two are relevant: "Unshackled from shadows, she will rise in moonlit glory and carve a path of brightness to the accursed one's second death", although the supposed fulfillment of this prophecy is contingent on player choices in bg3, so it's a bit unclear. The most important one is: "The Lord of Murder shall perish, but in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny. Chaos will be sown from their passage."

In the late 10th century DR, Loklee and Gray Harbour became the port of call for the seafaring hero Balduran***. Balduran had many adventures, including befriending the dragon Ansur, and a voyage to the continent of Anchorhome, which funded the construction of the walls and gates. In the early 11th century, Balduran was believed dead on a voyage when his ship ran aground on an island inhabited by wolfweres, who killed him and turned much of the crew into werewolves, who continually battled with the wolfweres. The locals took over the construction Balduran had started, and the city was renamed Baldur's Gate.** ** The actual origination of the Baldur's Gate name is disputed. While the games indicate that the name came from Balduran, other sources indicate that the name may have originated as far back as before 300 DR, well before any feasible birth of Balduran. ***While bg3 generally depicts pre-ceremorphosis Balduran as an elf, he is generally believed to be a human.

Balduran did survive his voyage, but was captured by a Mind Flayer colony at Moonrise Towers, and underwent ceremorphosis. He was rescued by Ansur, and took the alias The Emperor, working in the shadows of Baldur's Gate. Ultimately, Ansur attempted to mercy kill Balduran, but Balduran slew Ansur instead. Using some form of magic Ansur was allowed to persist in Baldur's Gate as an undead guardian, and Balduran wrote the Legend of Ansur to help would-be heroes awaken him. ****

****although this is what we're told in-game, I actually think that Ansur wasn't made undead until soon before the events of Baldur's Gate 3. There are some events in Baldur's Gate's history that could have justified Ansur's awakening, and the Legend of Ansur makes no appearance and receives no mention in them. There are also events later in the timeline that may have allowed Balduran to make an undead dragon, an extremely difficult feat that Balduran had no indication of being capable of.

At some point probably roughly around the time of Balduran's adventures, a clanless dwarf named Durlag made a name for himself by waging war against the Trolls in the Troll Mountains (the name was Trollkiller). He established the Trollkiller clan in a tower southeast of Baldur's Gate. On one of his adventures, he and Arlo Stoneblade trapped the demon Aec'letec in an artifact known as the Soultaker dagger. Rumours of clan Trollkiller's wealth eventually reached the Mind Flayers of Moonrise Towers, and they sent doppelganger servants to destroy the clan and claim the tower. An increasingly paranoid Durlag turned the tower into a twisting labyrinth of traps, puzzles, and monsters, with his spirit ultimately resting in the fortress that became his clan's tomb.

In 1243 DR, the Orothiar clan in the Cloakwood, south of Baldur's Gate, accidentally flooded their home by digging into a groundwater reserve. One known survivor, Yeslick, left to become a smith in Sembia.

In 1255 DR, Daeros Dragonspear used the riches of the abandoned Dawrven settlement of Kanaglym to establish a fortress over top of it, Dragonspear castle. In 1290 DR, Ithtaerus Casalia created a permanent portal to Avernus in the castle, tricking Daeros into entering it, which led to his death, and binding Daeros's dragon ally Halatathlaer to the castle. Casalia then tricked many other dragons into fighting over it, although this led to both his death and Halatathlaer's. Halatathlaer was bound to guard the ruins of Kanaglym, though he made no actual effort to do that. The castle would pass through a few different hands. At some point in the 13th century DR, Cazador Szarr would become a vampire and begin acquiring vampire spawn in an attempt to acheive the status of vampire ascendant. In 1268 DR he would turn the magistrate Astarion as part of this plan.

At some point in the 14th century DR, the Dark Three received prophecies of their deaths, and each prepared for the event. Bane raised a son, Iyachtu Xvim, to act as a vessel for his resurrection; Myrkul created the Crown of Bones, which would allow him to influence the world even after death; and Bhaal impregnated scores of his worshippers so that his children's deaths would allow him to return. At some point during the 14th century DR, the elven mage Joneleth Irenicus and his sister Bodhi attempt to join the elven pantheon by leeching power from the Tree of Life of Suldanessellar. They were stopped by Joneleth's lover, Queen Ellessime, and had their elven-ness taken away as punishment. Facing the prospect of a human lifespan, Joneleth shortened his name to Jon and redoubled his efforts towards acquiring divine power, while Bodhi opted to embrace the curse of vampirism. During the 14th century DR, the sage and Harper* Gorion had many adventures along the sword coast. At some point he angered the red dragon Firkraag and left him a nasty scar. He also fell in love with a woman named Alianna, although unbeknownst to him she was a priestess of Bhaal.

*I will not be summarizing the history of the Harpers. For the purposes of this timeline they're basically always the good guys, you don't need to think more than that.

In 1354 DR, Devils emerged from the portal in Dragonspear castle, and in 1356 they began the First Dragonspear War, attempting an incursion into the mortal plane but being stopped by the combined might of Waterdeep and Baldur's Gate.

1358 DR is where the story really kicks up. The Dark Three attempted to steal the Tablets of Fate, celestial documents which determine the portfolios of each deity, from the Overgod Ao. Ao discovered the theft but the tablets were lost. Enraged, Ao cast every god down to the material plane except for Helm*, who was entrusted with ensuring no deities returned to heaven until the Tablets were found. This event was known as the Time of Troubles. *It's unclear whether Jergal was cast down or if he remained in the land of the dead as seneschal. At any rate, he did nothing of note during this period.

Mystra, fearing for the Weave, attempted to re-enter heaven, but was slain by Helm. This event caused the Spellplague and the damage to the Weave created wild magic.

The Dead Three begin pursuing the Tablets of Fate in Faerun. Bane searched Northeastern Faerun, ultimately being slain by Torm, while Bhaal and Myrkul were more active in the west. Ultimately, their plans are foiled by the mortal adventurers Cyric (a fighter/thief), Midnight (a mage and Chosen of Mystra), and Kelemvor (a fighter), with help from the Harper and Chosen of Mystra Elminster Aumar (mostly a mage)*, and the goddess of deception, Mask. Cyric uses Mask (in the form of the sword Godsbane) to slay Bhaal atop Boareskyr Bridge, while Midnight gains the power of Mystra following the latter's death. Midnight uses that power to slay Myrkul in an aerial battle above Waterdeep, and becomes the next incarnation of Mystra. Cyric also ascended to godhood, claiming the portfolios of each of the Dead Three**. Midnight and Cyric returned the Tablets to Ao.

*I will not be attempting to include a summary of Elminster's life in this timeline. If you want a sense of how many times the shark has been jumped with him, he has canonically been to Earth, the world in which we live, on multiple occasions.

** Jergal became Cyric's sensechal, as he had been Myrkul's. Immediately following Bhaal's death, most of his worshippers began ritually sacrificing the children they had borne for him. The Baldur's Gate church*'s mass baby-slaughter was discovered by the Harpers, among them Khalid, Jaheira, and Gorion. Gorion slew Alianna, and the Harpers were able to rescue only 2 children. Gorion opted to retire to the library/fortress of Candlekeep, naming one child Abdel Adrian and raising him himself, while naming the other Imoen and giving her to Candlekeep's innkeeper, Winthrop. *There are some unknowns about which temple of Bhaal was the one in which Sarevok, Imoen, and Abdel were to be killed. Siege of Dragonspear has some evidence implying that it was the one in the Forest of Wyrms, just south of Boareskyr bridge, but that temple is multiple days march from Baldur's Gate, through extremely dangerous terrain. There were also multiple populated areas Sarevok would've passed through first. Given that Siege of Dragonspear was made after the other parts of bg 1 and 2 by different devs, I think the most consistent option is assuming it was the temple under Baldur's Gate. Unbeknownst to the Harpers or priests of Bhaal, one of the children in the pile of dead kids was actually alive, and escaped to the streets of Baldur's Gate, where he survived for a time by thieving. Eventually, this child was discovered by Rieltar Anchev, who was impressed by the boy's determination and ruthlessness, and adopted him, naming him Sarevok.

At some point shortly after this, Khalid and Jaheira married. At some point following the birth of wild magic, the Red Wizard* zulkir** of Evocation, Aznar Thrul, gave patronage to a red wizard named Vicross to create the Order of Eight Staves to study wild magic through questionably-ethical means. Unbeknownst to Thrul, Vicross was secretly a wild mage herself. At some point a demon knight stole the Soultaker dagger and took up residence in Durlag's Tower.

*a group of evil wizards that ruled Thay

**the rulership of Thay was divided amongst the zulkirs, one for each school of magic.

The half-elven mage student in the High Forest named Neera began to experience symptoms of wild magic following the death of Mystra at Helm's hands. Eventually, a mishap in summoning a sphere of fire led to injuries of some of her classmated. Neera fled the scene and became a vagabond around High Forest until she was exiled by Turlang the Treant. Sarevok Anchev learned of the prophecies of Alaundo from his tutor, Winski Perorate. Under Winski's direction, he began to research the prophecies at Candlekeep.

In 1363 DR devils retook Dragonspear castle and launched another assault. The paladin Aun Argent was trapped within Avernus after saving his daughter, Caelar. Around this time, the Sharran worshipper Viconia Devir was cast out of Drow society and began travelling around the Sword Coast, struggling with the prejudice surface dwellers felt towards drow.

Yeslick Orothiar (the lone survivor of the Cloakwood dwarves) befriended Rieltar Anchev, and told him the story of his clan. Rieltar decided to drain the old clan hold and took Yeslick prisoner, enslaving him into returning the mine to working condition.

The Ice Dragon Minsc received a blow to the head and began to use the miniature giant space hamster Boo* as an animal companion, salvaging his ranger training and making him think better of committing fully to the berserker training of the lodge**. He later embarks on his dajemma, a rite of passage, in which he his tasked with protecting a wychlaran (witch) named Dynaheir on her own ritual journey. *whether Boo is actually a miniature giant space hamster is a matter of some controversy. Descriptions of Boo in Baldur's Gate 1 and 2 always describe the player as being sure Boo is just a normal hamster, including if the player is a ranger or druid. On the other hand, Boo has been Minsc's companion for decades, well beyond the normal lifespan of a hamster. To the best of my knowledge, the druid companions in bg1 and 2 (Jaheira, Faldorn, and Cernd) never challenge Minsc on his hamster's origin, either. Faldorn even believes Minsc is smarter than others give him credit for, which could be viewed as an endorsement of his assessment of Boo. **This is my attempt to explain away a lore inaccuracy in bg3. In bg3 Minsc references becoming a ranger after meeting Boo following his head injury, however bg1/2 make it clear Minsc started as a ranger before his head injury, as his post-head injury self didn't satisfy the stat requirements to be a ranger in second edition. Sarevok began dating a Kara-Turan warrior in the Iron Throne's employ, named Tamoko. Rieltar and his fellows at the Iron Throne hatched a plan to seize power in Baldur's Gate: by sabotaging the main iron mine in the region in the Amnian village of Nashkel, hiring mercenaries to disrupt shipments of iron in the region, and bringing the Gate to the brink of war with Amn, they could present themselves as saviors with the iron from the Cloakwood.

Sarevok was placed in charge of the mercenary groups: the human Blacktalons, headed by Taurgosz Tenhammer, and the mostly hobgoblin Chill, headed by Ardenor Crush. Those lieutenants handled most of the day-to-day operations, and generally reported to Sarevok's underling Tazok. The Iron Throne placed Angelo Dosan* in the Flaming Fist as a double agent to help their schemes later, and he began rising through the ranks. *I'm gonna try and keep this relatively concise by avoiding mention of companions who may not have actually been involved in the events of bg1/2. I'm gonna keep it to the members of the Canon Party (Abdel, Imoen, Khalid, Jaheira, Minsc, Dynaheir), plus other companions directly referenced as having travelled with the group (Viconia, Neera, Sarevok, Coran, Safana).

The Iron Throne formed an alliance with the Moonrise Tower illithids, and recruited many of their doppelganger lackeys for use in infiltrading competing merchant groups.* *most of what I'm going to attribute to the Moonrise Tower illithids for a bit connects with fan theories about bg1 and 2. Mind Flayers play a substantial role in the plot of both games but what their plans are is extremely unclear, and not all of it really makes sense in the context of bg3. My explanation for their actions is that the illithids needed divine power over the dealing of death to delay ceremorphosis, and so attempted to ally themselves with Bhaalspawn to acheive that end, only for the Crown of Karsus to screw them thoroughly. Understand that this is just a Game Theory tm.

On one of his trips to Candlekeep in 1368 DR, Sarevok learns of Gorion's alleigance to the Harpers and of Abdel's Bhaalspawn nature (though not Imoen's). He resolves to kill them both to prevent their interference in his plans, and begins sending assassins into Candlekeep. Elminster learns of this, and sends a message to Gorion urging him to leave Candlekeep. A wild mage living north of Durlag's Tower named Adoy accidentally summoned an army of goblins while attempting to make his breakfast. The goblins believed him to be Bargrivyek, god of cooperation and territory*. However, the hobgoblin Rogdok saw through this and imprisoned Adoy for a while. This also caused some problems with his neighbours. *this is a real goblin god, though the actual one looks nothing like Adoy, who was a pudgy human.

Minsc and Dynaheir are ambushed by gnolls, and Dynaheir is captured. Viconia arrives in Baldur's Gate and is soon accused of murder and forced to flee into the Peldvale. The only evidence against her is her race.

Which brings us, at last, to the start of BALDUR'S GATE 1! (Dear God)

Gorion and Abdel flee Candlekeep, but are ambushed by Sarevok, Tamoko, and some schmucks. The schmucks are killed by Gorion, who is killed by Sarevok, while Abdel flees.* *In the novelization, Gorion and Abdel become mercenaries at Ulgoth's Beard, due east of Baldur's Gate, in 1360 DR, alongside Khalid and Jaheira. They fight off Sarevok and Tamoko, but Gorion is killed by a crossbow bolt from Sarevok. The games are generally considered the more canonical version of events.

Imoen had followed Gorion and Abdel and joined with Abdel the morning after the ambush. The two then follow Gorion's last wishes and meet Khalid and Jaheira at the Friendly Arm Inn. Khalid and Jaheira direct them to go to Nashkel to investigate the iron shortage in the region (caused by the Throne's plans.) Along the way, the group rescued Viconia from the Flaming Fist*, and rescued Neera from pursuit by a group of Red Wizards led by Ekandor, part of the Order of Eight Staves. Ekandor missed the battle, having been teleported away by a wild surge. *the game doesn't provide the player with any consequences for killing these Flaming Fists and nobody ever mentions their deaths, so it's quite probable that these Fists were either not respected by their colleagues, or were frauds.

After arriving in Nashkel, the group teamed up with Minsc and rescued Dynaheir, and then investigated the occurences in the mines. They found the mine sabotage was being done by the half-orc Mulahey, and letters in his chest led them to the wizard Tranzig. Using intel gained from Tranzig, and following the advice of legendary hero Drizz't Do'Urden*, the group infiltrated the mercenaries' camp** and discovered a prisoner named Ender Sai, who revealed the Iron Throne's complicity. *he's kind of a big deal **a lot of the stuff in bg1/2 is player choice dependent. the timeline will mostly follow the good path, since Abdel was a chaotic good character. Around this time, Neera got word of Adoy's existence. The group rescued him from Rogdok and then fought off Ekandor and some more of his lackeys. Adoy gave Neera a belt to help control her magic, and although Neera felt the belt didn't look good on her, she still wore it. The group also helped the treasure hunter Safana retrieve treasures from a cove near the Seawatcher lighthouse south of Candlekeep.

The crew tracked the Throne to the Cloakwood, where they freed the slaves and re-flooded the mine. Along the way, they met Coran, and helped him claim a bounty on a dragon*. Coran would continue to aid the group and relentlessly flirted with Safana, which would eventually work after the Throne's defeat.

*it was actually a wyvern

The group went to Baldur's Gate and met Scar, who was the right-hand man of Duke Eltan at the Flaming Fist. Scar had the group begin invbestigating the Throne, which led them to a meeting of the Throne's leaders at Candlekeep. At some point, Abdel and his crew also went to Durlag's Tower on a mission from Hurgan Stoneblade, a relative of Arlo Stoneblade. They defeated the demon and recovered the dagger, but had it stolen by cultists when they returned to Hurgan in Ulgoth's Beard. Aec'letec was freed from the dagger, but the party defeated the demon. At some point after this, Jon Irenicus would acquire the dagger.

Unbeknownst to almost everyone, Sarevok was no longer willing to follow his father's plan. He intended to spark a war between Baldur's Gate and Amn in order to allow himself to ascend as the new lord of murder, and needed Rieltar out of the way. He killed Rieltar and the rest of the Iron Throne leaders and framed Abdel for the deeds. He then used doppelganger assassins to kill Scar and Duke Entar Silvershield, while having a doppelganger posing as a physician poison Duke Eltan. He also dumped Tamoko after she expressed misgivings about his ascension, and began dating a woman named Cythandria.

Abdel and company escaped Candlekeep thrpugh the catacombs, dealing with doppelgangers and Iron Throne mercenaries along the way, and had to clear their names in Baldur's Gate. Luckily for them, Tamoko exposed several of Sarevok's schemes to them, which helped them save Duke Eltan and acquire proof of Sarevok's treachery. Abdel presented this proof at Sarevok's coronation as Entar's replacement as Grand Duke, leading to Winski attempting to teleport them away. Sarevok killed Winski for his cowardice, and planned a last stand within the Temple of Bhaal with his closest allies, Tazok, Angelo, and a heretofore unknown conjurer named Semaj*. Tamoko faces the party before the final battle, and is either killed or convinced to leave. Abdel and company kill Sarevok, ending the threat to the Gate. *this is literally the only time Semaj appears. He is never mentioned anywhere else.

As the crew wraps things up, Caelar Argent begins rallying an army to reopen the portal to Avernus in Dragonspear Castle, under the advice of her advisor Hephernaan. Unbeknownst to her, Hephernaan is actually a devil working for Belhifet*, who seeks to reopen the portal to send an army of devils through to take over the world.

The group spends a few weeks cleaning up the remnants of the Iron Throne's lackeys. Imoen begins to learn magic from Duchess Lia Jannath, with Safana picking up the thieving slack. Following the end of Sarevok's lackeys, the crew go their separate ways.

During this brief interlude, Adoy is butchered by the Order of Eight Staves, and is trapped within the Fugue plane, unable to reach the afterlife. He also gets stuck within Neera's mind, constantly talking with her and driving her nuts. Neera begins searching for ingredients for a potion to shut him up, which eventually leads her to Boareskyr Bridge. Jaheira and Khalid take a working vacation for their honeymoon, enjoying the countryside of the northern Sword Coast while also investigating the crusade. Safana and Coran had a relationship during this period, though Coran was less than faithful.

Minsc and Dynaheir stayed in Baldur's Gate while Dynaheir investigated the crusade. Jon Irenicus got wind of a Bhaalspawn in the gate and an aasimar starting a crusade and began to concoct a scheme to use them for his own nefarious ends.

Viconia entered into the service of a duergar named Pfaug. And that brings us to the start of Siege of Dragonspear! I will finish this tomorrow maybe

trying to figure out the bg3 timeline is like trying to scrape plastic off a frying pan

[crownsandbishops]

so Sybil, how’s it being in rataus cult?

[incorrectcultofthelambquotes]

Flinky: Who'ssss turn iss it to give the pep-talk?

Ratau: [sighing] Shrumy's.

Shrumy: Fuck shit up out there, but don't die.

Klunko: [claps]

Lamb: [wiping away a tear] I won't fail you.

[huskyremix]

Ol’ Ratau thinks back on his days when he and the boys were in an adventurers guild together, and the reasons why none of ‘em are in said guild anymore.

Lacie is unimpressed.

[theothercommonnobody]

These are my early designs of Flinky and Shrumy in an AU where Ratau manages to beat all of the Bishops and Nari, but he also gave the crowns of the bishops to the knucklebones crew! Flinky now the new ruler of Darkwood and Shrumy the leader of Anchordeep! THIS AU WAS NOT MY IDEA! It’s originally from @rabiesram and a friend of theirs, please check out their blog if you’re interested in COTL stuff!

[cconfusedkat]

GOT SUCH A SILLY IDEA. Currently making knucklebones crew blinkies ill get to the bugs after