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mumms-the-word · 7 months ago

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In Fathoms Below - Ch. 7

Ch. 7 - Getting Underway

Characters: Gale, Karlach, Wyll, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Astarion, Halsin, Minthara, Gortash + other OCs; pairing is Gale x fem!Tav Plot: The island city of Nautera disappeared over 4500 years ago, if it ever existed at all. Now not a single, legitimate record of Nautera exists, save for one. The Nauterran Account. Long thought lost, it has recently been retrieved from the depths of Candlekeep’s archives and placed into the capable hands of one Gale Dekarios. With the Nauterran Account in hand and an eclectic team of Baldurians and other allies mounting an official expedition, Gale journeys to find the ruins of Nautera��but hopes to find so much more. A/N: A teensy bit of a filler chapter here. We do get to meet a new NPC character from the game though! Will it be one of your favorites? Probably not but I hope you like them anyway!

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“Astarion?” Karlach asked.

Shadowheart frowned. “Is that his name?”

“Yeah. He told me on the submersible, before all the…” Karlach gestured vaguely. “You know.”

“I see. Well, yes, Astarion is missing. He must have slipped away during the memorial.”

“Damn,” Wyll said. “We should find him before he causes trouble.”

But Karlach shook her head. “Nah. Leave him. It’s probably the kindest thing to do, letting him go free like that.”

“You forget that a vampire’s diet comes from living creatures,” Shadowheart said. “If he can’t find anything down here, he’ll start to prey on us.”

“Then we’ll deal with that if that happens,” Karlach said. “Come on. Gortash wants us moving as soon as possible and those constructs are a pain to move when no one’s driving them.”

Gale looked over at that. “Constructs?”

“Yep. Come on, I’ll show you.”

Gale couldn’t deny a measure of curiosity, especially as he had noticed earlier that some of the cargo coming off of the cargo vessel was housed within wagons and carts. He’d thought it odd, at the time, since they had no mounts to drive or pull the carts through the Underdark, and it had taken teams of people with ropes and cords to drag the carts to shore.

Karlach led the way through the stacks of supply crates and barrels—many of which were smokepowder barrels, he realized, noting the red labels painted on their sides—until they reached a back corner of the cavern. There, standing in an odd little group, was a small herd of bronze, mechanical rothé, about seven in number.

Each of the rothé constructs were built just a bit bigger than the average rothé, which was already fairly sizable. Gale marveled at the craftsmanship that went into them as he approached one of them, studying the way the bronze metal plates that covered their outer casements interlocked and slid underneath each other, capable of a wide range of movement. Their faces appeared to be sculpted metal, entirely cosmetic, but with gem-like eyes that Gale suspected would light up and shine brightly outward to light the way forward. They weren’t alive or in motion yet, but as he bent to examine underneath one of them, he caught a glimpse of the intricate tangle of gears, cogs, and internal workings that would bring them to life.

“Careful,” a new voice said, causing Gale to jump. He banged his head on the underneath of the rothé and swore. He heard Karlach smother a snicker behind him.

“Ah,” the voice said. “My apologies. I was going to say you don’t want to be under the rothé once it's fired up, but I suppose it’s just as capable of harm without being animated.”

Gale backed out carefully from under the construct, rubbing the back of his head, to look around for the new voice. His gaze eventually fell on a gnome with tanned skin and dark brown hair swept back out of his face. The gnome had a handsome, pleasant face and steel-gray eyes, which were now regarding Gale with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

“Find anything to interest you under there?” the gnome asked, wiping his hands clean with a cloth from his belt. He was dressed like an artificer, wearing simple clothes but with a wide belt full of pockets and pouches to hold several tools and spare cogs and other items besides. He had a pair of goggles on his head, keeping most of his hair out of his face, and a simple iron band on one finger. A wedding ring, Gale realized.

“Oh, uh…well, nothing I could make sense of,” Gale admitted. “I’m not much of a mechanic. But even I can appreciate the craftsmanship that went into these constructs. They must have taken you ages to create and refine.”

The gnome chuckled. “It helps to have a team when building something like this. But, yes, we’re rather proud of them.” He patted the metal hide of one of the rothé before holding up a gloved hand to Gale. “I’m Zanner Toobin, of the Gondian gnomes.”

“Gale of Waterdeep” Gale said, shaking Zanner’s hand. “I must say, I wasn’t expecting to meet any of the renowned inventors of Baldur’s Gate on this expedition. Though, given all I’ve seen so far, perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised.”

“The Gondians have been in partnership with Lord Gortash for some time now,” Zanner said. “As soon as Lord Gortash conceived of this expedition, he had us working on a variety of plans to make it happen. You’re looking at a fraction of what the Gondians have put together for this expedition alone, to say nothing of everything else we’ve built for his lordship.”

“Such as?”

Zanner hesitated, his gaze flicking to Karlach behind Gale and then back to Gale. “Well…that would be telling, wouldn’t it? A Gondian never shares their trade secrets, especially when some things are in the prototype stages. You understand, of course.”

“Oh. Yes, of course.” Gale understood completely. Or at least, he understood enough to know that one did not speak of Gortash’s secret projects out in the open. It only fueled Gale’s curiosity more.

Clearly Gortash had a vested interest in Nautera that went beyond the discovery of ancient history and buried ruins. Gale wouldn’t be at all surprised to learn that Gortash might have a particular interest in the fabled power sources of Nautera, which could very well fuel and automate constructs such as these for various purposes.

But he supposed Gortash wasn’t the only one interested in Nauterran power sources. The mythallars of Nautera were simply part of its allure, part of its appeal, like a siren song for explorers, kings, and historians alike. Though the age of mythallars had long since passed with the catastrophic, though brief, loss of the entire Weave the moment that Karsus ascended to godhood, there was something still powerfully attractive about the idea of a lost mythallar still out there, perhaps still retaining some shred of its former power, so long as it could be found.

The stuff of legend and fairy tale, of course…but stranger things had been made real over the course of Toril’s history.

“I take it these constructs will be pulling the carts and wagons, then?” Gale asked, eager to move the conversation beyond awkward silence.

“That’s the plan. If we can find enough drivers capable of controlling and steering them, that is. We…lost a lot of good pilots just now.”

Gale’s interest and enthusiasm for the constructs was doused by the reminder of what they’d lost. He couldn’t help but feel the pain anew, the guilt of what he’d done, or rather hadn’t done, and the cost it had brought. He looked at the rothé again, inert and lifeless, a testament to Gondian ingenuity. How many would they have to leave behind because his ineptitude with the dragon turtle had cost so many their lives?

“What does it take to control them?” he asked.

Zanner looked at the constructs and then back at him. “Simple commands, like any mount requires, though you have to be holding the correct control wand or else you’re just commanding the wrong construct.”

“May I try?” Gale asked, all eagerness. He’d never gotten to personally control a construct before, though Waterdeep had plenty of constructs about, even in Blackstaff Academy. This was different—a mechanical wonder imbued with far less magic than the standard golem or animated statue. He couldn’t even quite understand what powered them, if not spellcraft. What turned the gears? What made it so that it understood commands? He knew better than to ask, of course. No Gondian would divulge such secrets openly.

Zanner chuckled at his request. “Well…why not? Here.”

He tapped a panel on one of the rothé’s hides, opening a compartment. Gale saw a glimpse of pink crystals and metal gears inside before Zanner pulled out a wand from within and closed the compartment. It was a thin rod of brassy metal, topped with a crystal matching those inside the construct, and fairly simple in its design. He handed the wand to Gale and gestured to the rothé.

“Just give it a tap with the wand, say ‘impero’ to activate it, and command it to move. If you get the hang of it, you can help me position them so we can rig them up to the carts.”

It seemed simple enough. Gale tapped the rothé with the wand, said the activation word, and watched as the rothé came to life. Its crystalline eyes shone with artificial light and the gears and cogs within began to turn and click against each other in a clattering, though muffled, mechanical drone. Though it was clearly ‘on’ and animated, it seemed to have no intelligence or free thought, as magical constructs sometimes did. It was just a machine awaiting orders.

“Just command it to move?” Gale asked, turning to look at Zanner.

“Oh, uh, be careful saying—”

But the construct was already in motion, moving forward with a steady yet relentless pace—right off the carved pathways and toward a collection of stalagmites jutting up from the cavern floor.

Gale fumbled with the wand, unsure whether to point it at the rothé or not. “Er—left? Turn left! Reverse!”

Zanner lifted a hand. “You don’t have to—”

The construct jittered at the multiple commands, turning left and then halting, then taking an unsteady step back and then turning again.

“Turn around?” Gale tried, only to burn with a bit of embarrassment as the rothé stopped again, and then began to spin in place, in a slow, perfect circle, one step at a time. Beside him, Karlach couldn’t hold back her laughter.

“Trickier than it looks, innit?” she asked, grinning.

Zanner gave a hesitant chuckle, watching the still-turning rothé. “Perhaps it would be best if I position the constructs to the carts. But I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it…should we need to train new drivers. May I have the wand?”

“Oh…of course,” Gale said. He handed the wand back to Zanner, his face still somewhat warm. He should have been better at that than he was…

“To me,” Zanner called to the construct, walking away toward one of the carts nearby. The rothé stopped turning and followed after Zanner. Gale didn’t hear the rest of the commands, but it was undeniable, the ease with which he spoke to and maneuvered the construct to align with the cart in order to be strapped to it. Under his command, the rothé seemed to walk and behave like any other rothé.

Gale rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over at Karlach. “Maybe I’ll, ah…walk, yes?”

Karlach patted him hard on the back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not touching those things except to pick ‘em up and put ‘em down if Zanner needs it. Besides, we need you at the front. You’re the map man. The navigator. Remember?”

“Gale!” Gortash’s voice called out across the cavern space. He stood with Minthara and Lae’zel at his side, near a makeshift table that was little more than a few stacked crates. “Join us! We should chart our next path forward.”

Karlach nudged him with her elbow. “See? Go on, then, I’ll help Zanner finish up here.” She left him with another pat on his shoulder and jogged over to where Zanner was helping others fasten the rothé to a cart.

“Right,” Gale said, blowing out a breath. He rolled his shoulders, his back still smarting a bit from Karlach’s enthusiastic pat. “Map man. That’s me. I can do that.”

Or so he hoped.

He hoped the little trial with the rothé just now wasn’t a sign for things to come. If so, they were about to be hopelessly lost.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he left the constructs behind to join Gortash at the front of their half-formed procession.

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They were very soon underway, having made a convoy of nine carts, seven rothé constructs, and just under fifty people. They formed an odd procession as they journeyed through the Underdark, with mechanical beasts pulling covered wagons or open carts full of supplies. Two of the constructs pulled two carts each, joined end to end with ropes and a bit of ingenuity. Other than the drivers, mostly Gondians, who sat on the carts holding the crystal wands and directing the constructs, most people walked alongside or behind, helping guide the carts across the often uneven rocky ground.

Though they were on the ancient roads toward Nautera, the roads themselves had not been maintained for millennia. In some places, there was no road at all, and they were forced to get creative with how they traveled. Good old-fashioned heavy lifting did the trick in most cases, but occasionally Gale made himself useful with a few well-controlled levitation spells. Other than that, he tended to stay near the front with Gortash, Minthara, and Lae’zel, the four of them making use of contents from the Nauterran Account, Lae’zel’s tir’su slates, and information from Minthara’s scouts, who scouted ahead, to make progress each day.

They made it three days (or what seemed like days) traversing the Underdark before they hit their first real incident.

They had paused for a rest after hours of walking the caverns and roads. Gale was sitting on a rock, reading over pages from the Nauterran Account, when he saw two of Minthara’s drow scouts approach her where she stood just a few feet over. Minthara frowned at their report before nodding and sending them away. She glanced over at Gale and beckoned him to her.

“Wizard. I have need of you.”

Gale closed his book and went to join her. “How can I help, Nightwarden?”

“My scouts have returned from their reconnaissance of the path ahead. It appears that there was a significant cave-in blocking the forward path. They tell me there are two potential routes forward around the cave-in, but aren’t clear on which is best. I’ll need you to return with one of them and see what you can discern, given what you know from that little book of yours.”

“I see. That shouldn’t be difficult.” Gale had anticipated things like this cropping up. After 4500 years, why would everything in the Underdark be remotely the same? He was more amazed they’d made it so far without things like cave-ins and alternate routes happening more frequently.

“Take Karlach and Shadowheart with you,” Minthara said. “We’ve been noticing some…suspicious activity of late.”

“Suspicious activity?”

“Nothing that need worry you, wizard,” Minthara said, feigning boredom. “Though if you are frightened, I can always assign more warriors to go with you. For your protection.”

“I can fight,” Gale said, a flicker of irritation coloring his voice. “Though it helps to know what I might be fighting so that I can adequately prepare.”

Minthara regarded him with faint interest before nodding once. “Very well. You have likely not noticed, but for the last three days we have encountered dead creatures, usually of no consequence, scattered along our paths. Sometimes ahead, sometimes behind. Usually small things, lizards and the like. All of them drained of blood.”

“Ah. You suspect the vampire is following us, then. Astarion.”

“If he is, and if he so much as dares to show his fangs near one of us, rest assured I will drive a stake through his heart before he can so much as blink,” Minthara said, her voice low and dark. But then she straightened and appeared neutral again. “But so far he has not bothered us. If you see him during your scouting, however…”

Her implication was clear. But Gale wasn’t so sure he wanted another death on his conscience. Sure, Astarion was a vampire, but he’d had three days to attack them or start picking them off. Instead, he’d had the mental fortitude to resist his hunger and feed on small Underdark creatures. Gale wasn’t sure what that meant, exactly, but it was enough to make him hesitate.

“I can make no promises, Minthara,” he said. “But I’ll take your suggestion under advisement.”

She looked amused but didn’t argue. “As you should. Now go. Fetch Shadowheart and Karlach and meet my scout farther up the path. From there, the four of you are on your own until you find a way forward."

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #my fic #in fathoms below #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #poor astarion can't catch a break

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rainbow-cadenza · 1 year ago

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ONE WIZARD FOUND DEAD IN MOONRISE TOWERS

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #LEAVE MY POOR BABYGIRL ALONE #damn he really can't catch a break #(and i got 'astarion approves' right after kms)

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fangsandfeels · 1 year ago

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Everything is about your Tav, if you're infected by the BG3 tadpole...

...so it wasn't a big surprise that this random Final Space clip gave me Calliper vibes:

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Since Calliper is very hesitant about using her warlock powers, she literally has to overcome some mental barriers to do beyond her self-imposed limits. And, being a DIY warlock, she does it in the least healthy way possible, by making herself go to a very dark place.

Sadly, we're not talking about the stress of preparing for the prom here.

Calliper *as they're surrounded by gnolls with Wyll downed and Shadowheart clutching on the last hp*: Astarion, say something in Drow to me, quick!

Astarion: Really? Now is the time for you to get nostalgic?

Calliper: It is the opposite of nostalgic and this is what I need to feel if you want us all to survive!

Astarion: I don't even speak Drow! But I can call you names in Orcish if that's what gets you going...

Calliper *agitated*: It wasn't an orc matron who had me lashed! It wasn't an orc who forced a knife into my mouth! Said she'd cut off my tongue if I forgot one of her fancy titles again! *eyes start glowing* Well, who is the iblith* now, matron Jhalass?!

Astarion *backing away slowly*: I- I'm not a matron!

Calliper *levitating in the air, voice distorted*: Call me an iblith, Jhalass,

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Astarion: I don't even know what iblith means!...

Calliper: *screams like a banshee and blasts the wave of Shatter*

*iblith - 'offal',[2] 'excrement'.[24] Often used when referring to humans as well as other non-drow races. Can be used as an insult.[25]

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 oc: calliper #i had to insert astarion here because wyll would have actually told her it's not healthy #and helped her summon her strength through sheer positivity and encouragement #so astarion had to take one for the team #also drow society is fucked up and my poor half-drow girl can't catch a break

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blackjackkent · 10 months ago

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More parsed dialogue adventures. I was watching the video linked in this post about Astarion's dialogue if you try to throw the ball in camp if Scratch has been killed for whatever reason. Got me wondering what the other companions say in various ball-throwing scenarios...

If the ball is thrown and Scratch is trapped at the posthouse but could still be rescued:

ASTARION: - Even the power of a squeaky ball isn't enough to break the dog out of that kennel. - Well... there might have been another dog around? - What, I have to go and pick it up myself? Ridiculous. - I should probably free the dog - this ball won't fetch itself. LAE'ZEL: - The dog's still stuck at the post house. - Just - tossing the ball around. - I need to break Scratch out of that kennel. - Throwing the ball around is no fun when there's no Scratch to catch it. GALE: - I suppose teleportation is beyond Scratch. - I should probably fetch Scratch from the post house. - I'm just playing fetch with myself unless I go back for Scratch... - Might as well throw the damn thing at the post house... SHADOWHEART: - I suppose I should really free Scratch before I expect him to come running... - Scratch can't aid me just now - not while he's in the post house. - Worth a try. I really ought to free Scratch. - I don't know what I expected - Scratch can't reach me just now. WYLL: - Scratch is cooped up at the post house. Can't wait to have him back. - Scratch is a good friend. I need to get him back. - The pooch won't be fetching balls until I fetch him from that kennel. - *Sigh* KARLACH: - Scratch is still stuck at the post house. - Don't know what I expected. - We need to go get our boy back from that awful kennel. - This is no fun without Scratch here. JAHEIRA: - Blast. We left the dog to the kennels. - Too much to hope that Scratch would hear it and break free. - Perhaps if I threw Boo, Scratch would come running... do not think I missed that hungry look, hound. - Enough - I do believe the dog himself would be embarrassed for me. Let's go get him back. HALSIN: - Scratch cannot come - he still languishes at the post house. - Of course, my canine friend cannot help just now. He remains at the post house. - Thwarted again. I must see to freeing that poor dog. - Worth an attempt, but it would surely be quicker to just free Scratch. MINTHARA: - Scratch! Here, boy! Where is that damn dog? - Scratch is at the post house. We should organise a rescue mission. - Who do we need to kill to get Scratch back? - I hope he remembers us. (Devnote: Sadly.) MINSC: - Scratch is a captive of the post house still. Unless he breaks out to come and fetch...? No. - Would you like to fetch instead, Boo? - One more throw, and then we shall go and fetch Scratch from his prison. - You are right, Boo. If Scratch could see me now, he would be concerned. TAV: - Ah - Scratch is still at the post house. - It was worth a shot. Could have been other dogs in the area. - Time to fetch Scratch from the kennels, I suppose. - Well, it was worth one last shot.

If Scratch is permadead:

ASTARION: - Good riddance to the dog. Who'd miss that waggy little tail... (devnote: Pretending not to be sad and failing) - Does it have a sad squeak now? Is that even possible? - I suppose I'll just pick it up myself. - Can't believe the stupid dog isn't here to get the stupid ball. LAE'ZEL: - It's not much fun alone. - I really don't know what I thought would happen. - Solo fetch. A miserable pastime. - Can't believe I'm going to say this, but - I miss Scratch. GALE: - You were an excellent friend, Scratch - and that's coming from a cat-lover. - I hope there's balls and bones galore, wherever you are... - Poor Scratch. I'm lucky to have met you. - I hope Scratch doesn't miss his ball, wherever he is... SHADOWHEART: - I need to stop doing this to myself... - I didn't do this enough, when I had the chance. - I hope Scratch has a new ball to play with, wherever he is... - It's silly... part of me felt like Scratch might still show up for his ball. WYLL: - Fetch isn't much of a solo game. - Damn. I miss the furry fellow. - For old times' sake. - I miss you, Scratch. KARLACH: - I miss my dog. - Here, pup. (Devnote: Sadly - the dog is dead and she knows this.) - Why am I doing this to myself? - Scratch should be here. With his family. JAHEIRA: - Enough. This isn't helping anyone. - You deserved better, boy. - Gods, but you'd miss the fuss. The noise. Gods above, even the smell. - Pointless, without a pup to chase it. HALSIN: - I hope you are happy, wherever you are. - I am sorry, Scratch. - I torment myself - Scratch is not going to come. - Poor Scratch. I hope he is at peace. MINTHARA: - Everyone assumes I killed the dog. I liked the dog. - Scratch reminded me of my first displacer beast. A noble creature. - Withers! Be a good skeleton and fetch that ball. - Gah. I miss the damn dog. (Devnote: Surprised by her own feelings.) MINSC: - Scratch, come and... oh. How could I forget he was gone, Boo? - No game of fetch will bring Scratch back from death. - I know he is gone, Boo, but... perhaps this is a way of keeping him alive, no? - I miss him, Boo. TAV: - I suppose I'd better pick it up. No one else will. - Poor Scratch. I miss him. - It's not as fun when no one brings it back. - Scratch really gave that ball life. DARK URGE: - Why can't you fetch, puppy? Death is no excuse! - I think Scratch is up north. Playing in a goat-farm in Icewind Dale, of course! - Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade. - Aw, did someone pet you a bit too hard, pup? I thought you liked it!

If ball is thrown but Scratch unavailable/not currently summoned:

ASTARION: - Oh, the dog's had enough fun? Lazy mutt. - Dog? Dog! Fetch the ball. Fetch the - never mind, I'll get it. - First he wants to fetch, now he doesn't want to fetch. Make up your mind, dog. - The dog's tired after one little game of fetch? Weak. Pathetic. Barely a good boy at all. LAE'ZEL: - I don't think Scratch is up for it. - Scratch is resting. Not sure who or what I expected would fetch that. - It's Scratch's naptime. I'll need to get that. - I guess I'll have to get that. Scratch isn't about to. GALE: - Poor pooch is worn out. - Better let Scratch rest up. - The ballplay can wait, I suppose. - Hmm. I suppose Scratch has had enough fun and games for now. SHADOWHEART: - It's too soon - Scratch needs his rest. - Lazy mutt... no, I shouldn't say that. He's a good boy. - Poor thing. He must still be tired. - Still too soon. Scratch is dreaming of balls and buried bones, no doubt. WYLL: - Poor Scratch is tired. I should let him rest. - Scratch needs a snooze. The games can wait. - All tuckered out? Me too, Scratch. Me too. - No point in that. Good ol' Scratch is snoozing away. KARLACH: - Poor Scratch is all worn out. - I shouldn't tease our boy. - Fella must need a little shut-eye. - Better get it myself. JAHEIRA: - Well, Scratch? Do you scratch yourself somewhere? - Would you prefer I wild-shape, and fight you for it? - Take your rest then, Scratch. Eldath knows you've probably earned it more than us. - Lazy pup! Must I fetch it myself? HALSIN: - The poor dog is still weary. I must give him a chance to recover. - The valiant Scratch deserves his rest. Best leave him be for another while. - Even the most loyal of companions needs his rest. Sleep on, Scratch. - Scratch deserves his rest - I can handle this without him. MINTHARA: - Disobedient hound. Where is he? - Scratch. Obey my command! (Devnote: miffed but not actually angry; she likes Scratch too much to be angry.) - Blasted dog. You dare ignore me? - Do I have to fetch it myself? This is demeaning. MINSC: - Scratch is off somewhere scratching himself, I think. - Ah, I see. Scratch is playing fetch in his dreams instead. - Scratch sleeps still? Boo, you will have to share with him some of your stamina-building tricks. - If Scratch will not fetch, and Boo will not fetch, then Minsc must fetch. TAV: - Must be tired from all that running around. - Even good boys need a moment to catch their breath. - Must still be tired. Poor Scratch. - If Scratch won't pick it up, I guess I will.

Some other bonus animal-related items, starting with the owlbear cub talking about Scratch:

If Scratch and the cub are friends: No - Scratch friend! Takes care of me when scared at night. If Scratch was killed: Sad. No want food. No want play. (Player: What's the matter?) Scratch gone. Miss him. (Player pets cub.) Little better... You're nice.

And Scratch about the cub:

If Scratch and the cub are friends: No, nothing happened - just the young one having bad dreams. That's what you heard. (Player: I hear you're friends with the owlbear cub.) Yes! He's a handful, but I like having him around. I stay with him and keep him company when he's scared. He'll settle down, in time. If the cub was killed: It's not the same here. Feels emptier. (Player: What's wrong?) The young cub. He's gone... for good. (Player pets Scratch.) Thank you. I needed that.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 dialogue #astarion ancunin #lae'zel #gale dekarios #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #karlach cliffgate #jaheira #halsin #minthara #minsc #scratch bg3 #owlbear cub #nothing too earthshattering here but i kind of love minthara and Lae'zel's lines XD #'everyone assumes i killed the dog. i *liked* the dog'#and of course Karlach makes me want to give her a huge hug

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yeetmeoutthewindowdaddy · 5 months ago

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Halsin can't catch a break

I keep thinking about how Halsin is the only one in my camp that has his shit together.

Of the Tadfools my Tav is the one who has her shit the most together, and yet she's still a fucking mess.

Halsin (partial) POV crack fic thing under the cut.

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Halsin was rescued from the goblin camp by my Tav.

He must've been in awe, this stranger took down an entire goblin camp to rescue him?

Tav has a ticking ilithid time bomb in her head, and yet she chose to help the tieflings, resuce him, and save the Grove.

Tav must be a true altruist.

And then he finds out that Tav stopped Kagha from killing a child and completing the sealing ritual. Tav has saved the tieflings and given them, and subsequently him, hope.

Tav has made the impossible, possible.

Tav has given him the perfect excuse opportunity to step down as archdruid and leave the grove.

He knows that Tav and co. can help him free Thaniel and lift the Shadow Curse.

Sure— most of Tav's party members are strange and off-putting, but he's not one to judge books by their covers. The fact that Tav can get such vastly different people to effectively work together speaks volumes about Tav's leadership skills.

He must've been so relieved. He wouldn't have to be the competent, composed, leader if he joined Tav's camp. He could solely focus on the Shadow curse and Thaniel — because Tav obviously has her shit together.

The first day of travel after the tiefling party is a bit rocky, which Halsin attributes to everyone being hung over.

And then he finds out that:

Shadowheart is a worshipper of Shar.

Lae'zel hates Shadowheart as much as Shadowheart hates her.

Lae'zel and Shadowheart have tried to kill eachother.

Lae'zel sharpens her blades whenever she can, for as long as she can. (I swear that fucking noise is what drove my durge to kill the bard.)

Gale has an unstable bomb in his chest that is no longer responding to treatment.

(He already knew Wyll had been turned into a devil by Mizora because he valiantly refused to kill Karlach. What he didn't know is that) Wyll has a concerning relationship with alcohol.

No one can touch Karlach because she'll accidentally set them on fire.

Astarion is a vampire.

To say he's a bit concerned would probably be an understatement. But Tav has done well in keeping her companions from killing eachother, so it's fine. This is fine.

And then he opens the communal camp chest.

There is a corpse in the chest.

No, there are corpses, plural, in the chest.

Humanoids, goblinoids, animals.

Are these the bodies of those Astarion has killed to feed from? Is this a Shar thing? A gith thing?

Why are they in the camp chest?

Why would they keep them!?

Why would they keep them in the camp chest!?

Halsin asks Tav about the dead bodies.

"Oh, those are my trophies." she cheerfully tells him. (Note: this wasn't a durge run, it was a "normal" Tav run.)

Halsin simultaneously realizes several things:

Everyone in this camp is insane.

These are the people he's counting on to aid him in his quest to save Thaniel and lift the Shadow curse.

None of them have their shit together. Except him.

Traveling with the Tadfools is more going to be more stressful than leading the Grove was.

Poor Halsin can't catch a break.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #halsin #halsin silverbough #the tadfools #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #bg3 headcanons #bg3 fanfiction #my tav #bg3 tav #tav #bg3 imagine #crack fic #crack fanfic #curb your enthusiasm #Frolic - Luciano Michelini

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denimaww · 6 months ago

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I cannot settle for one or the other, so I am writing one of each

Astarion can't catch a break in either fic though, poor guy

Healthy and caring relations/Halstarion: Desire flowers wherever it finds purchase

Disrespectful lovemaking/Raphstarion: Contractum ad Solis et Carnis

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion #bg3 halsin #bg3 raphael #bg3 raphael/astarion #bg3 halsin/astarion #halstarion fanfic #raphstarion fanfic #bg3 fanfic #ao3 fanfic #astarion #halsin #raphael

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waterdeep-weavemoss · 4 days ago

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Confessions

A self indulgent little thing. TW abuse mention.

The sun was setting when the party emerged into the city proper, making their grumpy, bruised and bloodied way to the Elfsong.

'Fuck, I really want a beer,' said Karlach.

'Me too,' agreed Wyll grimly. 'A quick jaunt into hell really whets the whistle.'

'Fascinating though,' said Gale. He walked arm in arm with Lae'zel, who was splattered with infernal blood.

'Fascinating?' asked Shadowheart, picking up her pace to catch up with him. 'How?'

'Well,' began Gale, 'for one thing, there are no maps of Avernus, because...'

She slid her fingers across his palm as they walked behind the others. Silently, he linked their fingers, squeezing.

'What's wrong, my sweet?' he said quietly as they detoured down an alleyway, ditching the others.

'Astarion,' said Doe in a small voice, 'I... have something to talk to you about.'

He watched her, wide-eyed with concern, soft, gentle. 'Anything.'

'Somewhere private,' she said. 'Away from... prying busybodies.'

'Well, if you want to get me alone, you only have to ask,' he purred. But she was digging the nails of her free hand into her palm, and his brow furrowed. 'Darling. Speak to me.' He surveyed the area, noted a boarded up house on the left that appeared to be unguarded, and tipped his head towards it. 'Come on.'

He climbed nimbly to a crack in the boards big enough to squeeze through, on the roof at the back. He helped her up, dropped into the empty space, and caught her as she followed.

Here, she really looked at him; studying his face, the smile lines, the brightness of his red eyes, the way he seemed to see her, truly... it was as though she was seeing him clearly the first time. 'Astarion,' she said again. 'I...' I love you. I love you so much I don't know what I'd do if you were gone. I need you. Don't leave me.

'Don't tell me you want to break up,' he breathed, grip on her tightening to something almost painful.

'No! Gods, no,' she said, leaning her forehead against his chest. 'Fuck, no. If anything I'm worried you'll want to break up with me.'

'Never,' he said with such conviction tears filled her eyes. 'Not ever. I adore you. Now what is it?'

She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. Her heart kicked in her chest, her stomach sank. She choked on the words. 'I don't... I don't like sex,' she said. 'It makes me anxious. I think... maybe it was because of what happened to me. Just feeling like a thing. A piece of meat. I just... it feels like panic, and I feel out of control, and I just- I'm really sorry-'

And he did the last thing she would ever have expected.

He laughed. A light, soft, incredulous thing.

'Astarion?'

'Oh, hells,' he said, his hands moving to her face, his mouth pressing to her forehead, smiling. 'Is that all, my love?'

'Is... what do you mean?'

'You can't seriously think I wouldn't want you anymore because we don't fuck,' he said, giving her his lopsided smile. 'Darling, I've had a lifetime of fucking. Quite enough of it, frankly. Rich folk, poor folk, men, women, whatever- they all succumbed to my charms and I hated every single one with the same intensity. They were cruel, vain, wretched bastards, and I didn't want a single one. So you'll forgive me if your big dramatic revelation falls a little flat.'

'....So... so you still...'

'Doe. What things do you enjoy, above sex?'

Blinking her dark eyes in bafflement, she frowned. 'Um. Well... food. Petting a stray cat. Playing fetch with Scratch. Talking with everyone around the campfire. A rainy day, when I'm inside in the warm...'

Astarion nodded, giving her a cute little smile. 'My list is much the same. But you,' he said, pressing his forehead to hers, 'are top of that list.'

'Oh.'

He pouted, his perfect curls catching the dying sun and gleaming. 'Ye of so little faith,' he murmured. 'I don't care if we never have sex again. I'll be there to help you love yourself in that way, if you need me. I'll support you with whatever you need. But don't you ever, ever think you're any less to me just because of...' he waved a dismissive hand, 'all that.'

'I love you,' she blurted. 'More than anything in the world, I think.'

'Good,' he pressed his lips to hers. 'Because you're the most precious thing this blasted world has ever given me, and I don't intend to let you go.'

Tags:

@bluerosetarot @further-than-forever

@forget-me-maybe @poetryvampire @sasha199 @wandawillow

@boufsy @owlseeyoulaterpal @lanafofana @amorgansgal

@aryancunin @miradelletarot @marlowethebard

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#astarion x tav #doestarion #mine

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astaribun · 1 year ago

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Any body but me

Fandom: BG3

Pairing: Tav x Astarion

Rating: E

Tags: Trans!Tav, Transmasc!Tav, Tav is stealth, Tav has had top surgery, Tav has had no bottom surgery, Pan!Astarion, everyone is anxious, and traumatised, angst, fluff, dysphoria, Trans affirming, (vampire) bite kink, I have a thing for fangs clearly, (im)proper use of tadpole mind-link, bratting begging, orgasm control

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Oh gods, the consequences of my own actions, Tav thought. Flirting with Astarion had been fun and, honestly, hard not to with how this sassy Elf encouraged it at every opportunity. His dreams, when not taken over by the guardian, had been full of Astarion in all kinds of ways. From romantic picnics to wet dreams to nightmare rejections, Tav'd truly not had a moment's peace since the abduction and the tadpole in his head wasn't even the biggest cause for gods' sake.

And now he was hopelessly tangled in the web Astarion had spun for him. A web which felt so much tighter now that it was clear your favourite vampire wanted to sneak off to the woods to have sex. Most people would probably be ecstatic, but Tav was worried. He had so far avoided any need to disclose he was trans and relished in being treated as just one of the guys. But what would happen when they undressed and he didn't have the parts one might expect? A rational part of him chimed in that surely Astarion had slept with a trans person or two before, but the dysphoria and fear were so much louder.

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At the same time Astarion was dissociating in his tent, also worried about having sex with Tav. This was all his plan and yet... He'd only ever done this in service of Cazador, bringing people back for him and to their doom. For his plan to work he had to use his body one or two more times and get Tav on his side. Sweet enthusiastic kind Tav who'd shown him he could break Cazador's rules, who'd kept offering him his tasty blood even though he'd practically attacked him that first night.

Maybe Tav would help him if he just asked? No, no one trusts a vampire, not truly. Tav must be doing it because it made him stronger. And because the poor Elf boy was falling for his seduction like so many before him. But then why did his heartbeat spike in fear at his proposition? Oh hells, could Tav be a virgin?! He had better be gentle, after all, he had to keep Tav on his side at least until he could have his revenge on Cazador.

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And so when Tav finally walks up to the clearing with legs made of jello and a stomach ready to cast acid splash he is greeted by a shirtless Astarion whose smug look falls off his face in seconds. He rushed to cup Tav's face. "Are you alright darling? this seems like more than the normal amount of nerves," he muses.

Fuck, Tav thought, if he hadn't asked I could've just held it in. Instead tears well up and he starts shaking. "I-", his voice cracks, "Iliedtoyou", he blurts out. Well, it's not inaccurate, but gods is it a terrible way to start this conversation.

"Wha- what do you mean?", Astarion asks, "do you not want this? me?" Although it's subtle, a twang of pain slips out on that last word. The plan can't fall apart already! Did he push too much? Picked the wrong target? Hells why does nothing ever go his way.

No words seemed right, his head too loud to think, and time ever ticking on, Tav did something most likely stupid: He kissed Astarion, catching them both by surprise. Though when they regained the ability to think he found himself pushed away by Astarion.

"What in the hells are you doing, you better start making a lot of sense real fast" Astarion exclaimed. Tav wiped away his tears and took a small step back. "I'm sorry, I do want this- you- us." He stuttered. "But?" Astarion asked. "But I'm trans."

"Gods, is that all? Here I was worried it was something like you being..." He trailed off clearly catching himself about to say something he didn't want to admit, "some monster using a disguise spell or something".

Well, that wasn't the reaction he expected. "So you don't mind that I don't have the parts one might expect on a guy?" Tav asked, his voice already steadier. "My darling boy, I am well versed in all configurations, you needn't worry your pretty little head over something like that," Astarion said reaching out and petting Tav's hair gingerly.

With relief washing over him Tav felt ready for tonight for the first time and while their first kiss hadn't been ideal there were hopefully many more to have tonight. "So do you still wanna do this?" He asked sheepishly, not having enough courage to press his lips to Astarion's again without an invitation.

"Of course, I clearly need to create better memories for you than whoever or whatever made you worry so" Astarion spoke in that same sensual whispery tone he always used. He placed Tav's hand gently on his chest and cupped his face with the other pulling him in for a kiss. At first slow and gentle and then hungrier, fangs dragging across Tav's bottom lip.

Astarion gently tugs at his shirt and Tav lifts his arms to help get it off. A few more chaste kisses before Astarion starts trailing them down Tav's neck and chest, giving special attention to the ageing crescent scars, on his way to where pants now block his path.

In wordless command, Astarion tells Tav to strip and lay down, getting undressed himself while watching intently. "I'd like to taste you", he purrs, "may I?". With a small chuckle, Tav replies "You've tasted my blood before, Astarion~". Rather than answer Astarion got on his knees and pulled Tav closer.

He kissed and nibbled the inside of Tav's tighs first, enough to leave a mark but never to draw blood. It was torturously slow and it dawned on Tav what his plan was. He was going to have to beg, wasn't he? Fuuuuuck, maybe he should've just said yes, he thought, but then I wouldn't have had this...

If Tav thought it was bad then he was wrong. As Astarion got close to Tav's pulsing wet pussy he made sure to let his breath pass over the sensitive parts screaming to be touched and nothing else always going just around, waiting.

"Astarion-", Tav breathed, "please", arching his back looking desperately for friction. "Ah ah ah, say it," Astarion grinned, "tell me what you want." He then stopped his teasing touches completely to look up at Tav from between his legs.

Tav couldn't look at him as he spoke "Taste me, touch me, fuck-" , but something made him look directly in those deep red eyes as he pleaded "please, Astarion, I need you". And gods was he rewarded. Finally, those lips went from torture to pleasure and Tav couldn't help but moan.

Astarions tongue skillfully hitting his clit in an almost hypnotic pattern was driving Tav mad. However, the insecurities crept back in as they tried to convince him that Astarion couldn't possibly see him as a guy right now. Who could when they had a mouth full of pussy and heard the high-pitched moans no voice training could change.

Just as all the built-up pleasure was sinking away a voice pierced the loudness in his mind. "Bad boy~" The instant heat roaring through his whole body blew away the doubts as just those words said oh so dominantly. "Stay right here with me and just feel" Astarion added as he lightly grazed Tav's sensitive folds with his fangs.

What could Tav do but obey? He was safe in Astarion's mouth and hands and those were skilled indeed. Spurred on by Tav's renewed enjoyment and pleased with his new tadpole party trick Astarion upped his tempo and started alternating between licking, sucking and gently nibbling at the clit. Until, finally, when he felt how close Tav was giving him one final command: "Come for me, pet."

Tav came, hard, crying out Astarion's name. He felt miles away while Astarion savoured the taste of his success. The sexy bastard was still licking his lips when Tav started coming down into his body again. When he met Astarion's gaze the vampire spoke, out loud, "Such a good boy for me~". And that was the last push Tav needed before he got to his knees and pushed astarion over and onto his back. "Fuck you," he growled. "I just did, darling~," Astarion replied, smirking.

Seeing him laying there so casually, erection standing tall, eyes still hungry in a way that was so different from when he wanted his blood was not something Tav could've prepared for. But boy was he going to make use of it. And if that was part of Astarion's plan he didn't care, he was having fun and felt safe, so why not?

Tav gracefully crawled over Astarion and tasted himself on Astarion's lips. A hand found its way into his hair as the kissing turned passionate and downright dirty. The perfect time to stealthily line up and instantly sink down on his dick. The moan that elicited was oh so sweet and left those fangs he knew so well perfectly on display... Tav couldn't help but give a little squeeze.

In response, Astarion quickly buried his teeth into Tav's neck and started thrusting ferally. Whether intentional or not, the familiar tinge of the mind link sent raw words and feelings straight gay to Tav who sent his in return to create a feedback loop of pleasure and desire as they rode and fucked each other in animalistic instinct. Neither of them lasted long before they climaxed together and collapsed in contentment.

#tav x astarion #trans tav #trans!tav #transmasc tav #pan!astarion #bg3 #astarion #tav #baldur's gate 3 #angst #fluff #smut #astarion smut #Bite kink #Tavstarion

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proteus-no · 3 months ago

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Summary: Astarion's so pretty, Dirge wants to keep him tucked up where no one can ever lay their eyes on him again. His blood is wretched, foul, bearing someone else's brand. But that makes Dirge crave him even more.

Poor Astarion just can't seem to catch a break.

My pre-canon Durge, Dirge, kidnaps Astarion about 10 years prior to the events of Baldur's Gate 3, and puts that man through the wringer. Chapter 1 is safe, but the rest is about what you'd expect if a cult leader version of the Dark Urge kept someone chained up in his basement.

Featuring mutual manipulation because this may be Astarion whump, but he's not about to NOT take advantage of someone obsessed with him :D

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #dark urge #durge #durgestarion #fanfic #fanfiction

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morgana-ren · 1 year ago

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In sharing a love, do your ocs have 3somes/group sex? Are any of them sexually involved with each other, with or without a victim lover in the middle?

Is it a free for all on who they have to spend time with or is there like a subconscious rota??

I always see corvus as having some kind of un/official priority but maybe it depends on who brings them into the fold or falls first?

Simple answer? Yes. They absolutely have group sex. Especially in the early days before the territorial shit sets in and it's just a fun little hobby to keep you around. It is a fucking gas for them! For you? Absolute horror. Tiring and terrible tyranny. Exhausting and demanding and painful and just something you want to avoid at all costs. They are tireless and especially when they get drunk, they lean into the worst possible desires. All pretense drops even from stiff ones like Corvus, and it... it is a nightmare.

We're talking they're taking you down to Reaver's special rooms and you'll be put into an outfit and made to perform. In more ways than one. Maybe they get an elaborate roleplay going (and I do mean elaborate) or maybe they want a personal stripper to dance for them. It always devolves into the worst possible shit.

The most common way used to be that Corvus and Astarion would end up finding someone (or kidnapping someone) whether it was tricking some poor girl on the road, or burning a village and coming across someone they didn't want to kill, or stalking someone online and toying with them, or just-- a lot of it. They would be taken back to Reaver's manor, and Reaver's rent is that he gets to partake. Sometimes the girl(s) were a maid in the manor or a union rep he loathed (and wanted, because Reaver loves boinking the opposite end of the spectrum with people who are repulsed by him) and Reaver claimed that was his finding someone. Once Ilya joined, it was fairly common for him to take the boys out and goad them into trying to find someone.

In the early days, it's a free for all. When they want you, they'll have you. They'll just barge into the room and kick the other guy out, unless he manages to talk their way into the intercourse somehow. Corvus will end up partaking, but usually, he's going to focus on the mental anguish and terror first, being a prude and all. One of them (whoever is claiming to have spotted you first) will try to play a trump card and say you belong to them because they put the effort in. It doesn't usually work. They will bicker, and you can use that against them, but usually Corvus and Ilya will catch on to your little scheme. Corvus will call you out, but Ilya will go along with it just to cause chaos.

When things get serious, however, they realize that the chaos system with no rules isn't going to work. Corvus will call a moot and they will have to discuss rules and schedules. Things like no scarring somewhere too obvious for Astarion. No tattooing somewhere obvious for Reaver and no piercings unless everyone agrees. If Corvus wants a collar, it has to be agreed on by everyone, and no pregnancy. No trying to transform you into a cat girl or some dumb shit for Ilya unless it's a form agreed upon by everyone. Basically they will lay down rules for each other if they are going to share.

They will all inevitably try to get the leg up and break these rules, sometimes just to agitate each other. Corvus will slap a collar on you and go "Oops! It's enchanted. Can't take it off now." Astarion will drink and get rowdy and.. umm.. 'write' his name somewhere huge and gaudy. Ilya will use magic to just straight up steal you from someone because he wants to join the chaos but he has most kinks. Reaver will play the whole "It's my damned house and therefore--"

They usually have either a day or sectioned schedule per week. Think of it like a camp signup list. If Reaver has an early morning meeting, he wants you the previous evening. If Corvus has.. uh.. plans, he has to make it known. Astarion and Reaver will usually fight over breakfast because Reaver fancies himself inhuman and has a taste for blood, which Astarion hates and calls Reaver a fucking pretender. Eventually they will settle on having breakfast together with everyone, because Corvus and Ilya also partake in blood. It's a mess.

Eventually things will even out. They will just show up to take you when it's their turn. Corvus will gleefully show up at dawn pounding on the door and 'warning' it's his day just to ruin the other guy's time. Ilya will just pop into the room, grab you, wave bye-sies to whoever you were with, and pop out. Astarion will try to be respectful unless someone disrespected him. Reaver will start shooting his gun everywhere to warn them he expects you and soon.

Corvus only has priority because he's a pompous prick who thinks that he's the most important. He's a prince, and he found you, and he yada yada. Usually, it's Corvus who put a lot of the work into grabbing you (not for their sake, but because he isn't happy unless he's doing elaborate and horrifying schemes) and he tries to use this against them. He's also the most magically attuned with the exception of Ilya, so it's hard for, say, Reaver to stop him.

They will undermine each other constantly. It turns into a fucking episode of looney-tunes. Each of them trying to break the rules while technically not breaking the rules and get the upper hand. It will devolve into a game of making you like them best while still getting what they want.

As for their 'relationships' with each other, it went thusly:

Astarion and Corvus... sort of tried the first night. They were attracted to each other (they look very similar and obviously they're both handsome and it was an initial spark) but they quickly discovered they weren't compatible. This didn't stop them from getting drunk and hooking up later, but it was always a one-time thing. They don't do that now, and get awkwarded and grossed out if you mention it.

Reaver flirted with Corvus and they actually did try to have sex. They were both domineering tops. It was a 'horrible experience beyond words' for Reaver, and that the teeth do not a very merry man make. Corvus will only service if he stands to gain something, which he has everything he wants now, so he won't. Reaver demands control in bed and wanted... things. It was a mess.

Astarion and Reaver flirt, and it's sort of nebulous and dependent per au whether they have tried. It was never anything serious.

Covus and Ilya had an initial spark and would flirt constantly. But at the time, sex was the last thing on their minds as they were in the middle of a political revolution. Corvus still finds Ilya beautiful, but they both agree that they're best and most compatible when they're doing the same person that isn't each other, given the experiences with the others.

Corvus is remarkably selfish and that ruined most of the attempts. He will not please in bed unless he has incentive or unless he is trying to break you. He certainly won't do it for his brothers. He expected to be pleased, forgetting they are just as selfish as he is.

Astarion is very capable of pleasing, but even he is offput by Corvus' selfishness and he finds Reaver's desires in bed repugnant (when expected of him.)

Reaver is just too gross for any of them. He's handsome, but he catches the most flack for being the most openly degenerate.

Ilya is a wispy sort of beauty but he has a very particular set of expectations in bed, and the others weren't down to be his little bitch. Ilya wants to be in total control. He's capable of normal sex, but it doesn't really fulfill him, and obviously he can't abuse them in the way he could his own concubine.

tldr; they are way too fucking selfish.

#morgana and friends #ilya the bastard #the bastard three (four)

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