#precious-bhaal-babe

[paperwick]

Naïlo

The Hanged Man

There is always room for joy.

This is @precious-bhaal-babe's precious babe, Naïlo. ♥ Such a great character to draw and paint. Thank you so much for commissioning me!

If you'd like a tarot card like this, check out my forms page, I'm currently taking commissions!

[ejoym]

It's totally healthy to braid your hair together and then bond over reenacting scenes from Baroque painter Artemisia Gentileschi. # Just cute cultist things!

[sabrinaacarpenters]

BALDUR'S GATE III

[the-marshmallow]

Currently on medical leave...

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Hehe that's me :3

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They kitties.

[alibonbonn]

My drow druid durge, my baby boy. He forgot his name. Astarion wants to fix him so bad.

[lackeyhenchman]

[llamamamarisen92]

Tiny Little Bhaal Spawn

When I play dark urge, I always play drow because in my head it kind of just makes sense. But I often think about how when we ask "What the worst thing we've done is" we are told it is freely giving money to a beggar. This leads me to believe that perhaps our dark urge character started with a gentler life. And perhaps Bhaal took great pleasure in breaking those parts of them until they are his most efficient weapon. Kind of like Shar stealing a child of Selune to prove that anyone can be turned evil.

So this is how I kind of envision the beginning of my dark urge characters start to life:

Kiella walked along her little garden in the underdark. She used her magic to bring up some essence of the world above her. When she married Jurren, they fled to the surface. He was born to a great house of Menzoborranzen, but turned his back to be with her. A dancer in Elistrae's grand temple. Her people had broken away from Lolth centuries ago.

Jurren, inspite of how he was raised, was soft and kind. Drawn to the teachings and path of the Seludrine.

They had come back to the underdark in hopes of reconnecting with the temples and building a humble life. She still practiced her ritual dance, but it was not the same without the presence of her sister priests. Jurren dedicated his life to magic, training to become a mage.

As she pulled weeds out from the ground she heard a baby crying. She ran to the screaming child and found a naked infant placed upon a bare rock. It was a baby girl. Her coloring was that of the drow but she quickly noted why the child was likely abandoned. The girl had brown hair. It was not uncommon for Lolth's children to be born with a variety of coloring, but anything that did not meet their cruel standard was often left out to die. Kiella had thick black hair interwoven with veins of ginger. If she was not blessed to be born to one of Ellistrae's followers, this too would be her fate.

She picked up the child and used the scarf tied along her waiste to cover her. "Shhh, dear one. You are safe now."

She walked back to their small home, softly rocking the infant. Hoping to bring some comfort. "I am so sorry that your life has begun in such a cruel fashion. But fear not love, fate has brought you to tender arms still."

When she walked in, Jurren was hunched over his desk studying one of his scrolls. She tapped on his shoulder, startling him a bit.

He turned and smiled until he saw the child in her arms. He himself had the tell tale coloring of a Lolth-sworn. Snow white hair and deep red eyes. Growing up in Menzoberranzen he knew exactly why she stumbled upon this infant. Fear drove his initial reaction.

He stood up and gasped sharply. "Kiella, my gentle dove. We cannot keep her." He saw her eyes flash in defiance.

"I am not allowing a child to die out there!" She held the infant closer to her, turning as he tried to take it from her arms.

"If they find that we have interfered they will hunt us down and kill us."

"Then we will find a place where we are all safe. Including Shinurah. I will not allow her to suffer for their evil." His pleading eyes searched hers. He knew the war was lost when she uttered a name. He also knew that she wanted a child so badly. And unfortunately it was not something the gods had been willing to bestow upon them naturally.

He sighed and gently removed the child from her arms. She watched him like a hawk. He lifted the little girl so that he could get a better look at her. A piece of his heart shifted inside him. "Well, little Shinurah, it seems your mother has not tired of the blades edge."

Fear still very much clung to him like a wet robe. But he smiled down at their new little daughter. "At least she doesn't bare their features and we may be able to pass her as our own easy enough." He stroked the little tawny tufts atop her head with his thumb, examining her hazel eyes. The infant quieted in his arms and they settled near the hearth.

He drew his wife in with his free arm and settled his chin atop her head as he whispered a prayer of protection on their little family.

[jacqcrisis]

You know the writers wanted to have him say 'thank you for being that bitch' but the Council of Proper Fantasy Speak so Nerds Don't Freak Out said no.

[blade-of-bhaal]

@stubborngods

"I'll make you bleed." (gortash to alma)

"Oh, Enver, how sweet," Alma said, her tone sickly sweet. "Better hurry and do it before I return the favor."

[nethercomfies]

Man I hate Astarion... Try to kill a man once and now he only greets me like "Hello darling~ Are you here to try and kill me again?" Smh /lh

[bhaalble]

whoop yeah ok he (understandably) did NOT have a good reaction to finding out Melkior masterminded this that breakup is happening promptly. The tiefling you've shacked up with is unfortunately the neediest boy in the world for validation and you decided to have a pesky thing called ethics and not being immediately super cool about the information that he set into motion the apocalypse

[the-marshmallow]

[eastgaysian]

it's a dak-wai post it got long. freeing it from the limbo of late night drafts

dak-wai's interest in remembering who they were diminishes pretty quickly after killing alfira, to a purely functional level of 'i need to understand what the hell is going on but there's definitely some things i Don't want to know.' after incidents such as 'i tried to remember how this cat knew me and when i came to the cat was dead' followed by Ah shit bhaal's my dad, by the time they're in baldur's gate they just don't want to know fucking anything anymore. and become a little fixated on killing orin and gortash as a way of also killing whoever they used to be, by getting rid of the last people who remember that person. guy who came back wrong but was already wrong in the first place.

i do think they're still pretty recognizable in behavior for people who knew them in the past. apart from the 'i'm not murdering in cold blood i'm doling out justice and enacting vengeance' thing. their interest in women who could/would kill them is the same lol

they've also always had an almost comical level of discomfort in social situations, which are easier to avoid when you're the head of a murder cult and less so when you're a wandering adventurer. they go into most conversations with the intent of getting out of them as soon as possible, speak softly in a very concise way, which combined with their general vibe ends up coming off intimidating (not always intentional). their first instinct is to view people, particularly themself, through the lens of usefulness. so they actually feel more comfortable around people who want something from them (preferably something violent which they view as the only thing they really can do). it takes a minute for them to get genuinely interested in getting to know/befriending other people and attempts to befriend them usually get met with one-word answers and uninterested looks.

they're fixated on self-control, ruthlessly efficient and methodical in accomplishing tasks, but work best when someone else tells them what to do. just with pre-game dak-wai this was usually applied to like, Dad says i gotta do vivisections and murder art while current dak-wai would eventually start gardening as a hobby to supplement their interest in alchemy, buy 20 books about soil acidity and planting seasons, and have a blood feud with weeds and garden pests. < still not totally sure what their canon ending is going to be actually.

so really, though i don't think this is something dak-wai would ever be comfortable thinking about and acknowledging themself, the Fundamental difference between them now and in the past is. getting overcome by The Urge and killing their foster parents -> having literally nothing and no one other than bhaal, orin, and associates who they are resigned to-resent-revere. the only thing they know is doing what their father wants, the only time they ever feel good/they allow themselves to feel good is when they're doing what their father wants, there was never any other option. it's what they were made for. vs getting a do-over in a different place and with different people where it becomes possible to establish their own identity and believe that they can choose who they are, have a value outside of immediate usefulness, and literally just Do other things than kill people. even if they're bad at those other things it's worth trying

also getting a wife (who is also learning how to find beauty in things and accept tenderness). and becoming worsties with gay ass vampire and forming kind of a tacit pact where either they both make each other worse or believe they can both be better

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