#salazon bg3

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I told Fisto I think he probably smudges the sigils sometimes cus he's rushing, tries to read them later and can't tell if he drew the symbol for fire or frost. Bugger.

wizard who's too lazy to name things properly and so can't ever find the incantation she's looking for bc her spellbook is full of spells called shit like 'aaaa1' and 'asdfghjk'

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Salazon for @beesht

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I want to make Salazon a whimpering mess. Just so out of it he accidentally sets off the smoke powder.

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Dialogue Resources

General

Dialogue Resources

Specific

BG3 Datamined Dialogue Parser + Tutorial

Phrases

Abdirak Resources (dialogue, 3d model, cosplay resources)

Bellar

Enver Gortash

Kressa Bonedaughter

Pandirna

Philomeen

Raphael

Rolan

Salazon

Vol

Withers

Zarys

Zevlor

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OMG JARGS FACE AT THE END

Special thanks to @my-favourite-zhent and @captainsigge for the screenshots

More under the cut!

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Part 2

Part 3

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MMMAY Match-Up 12

MMMay Masterpost

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MMMAY Match-Up 22

MMMay Masterpost

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Dust is our greatest soldier when it comes to the Waukeen's Rest Crew <3

🌜 How would you describe your style? ❤️

Thanks for asking~

I think my style is character-focused and romantic. I like working in pencils and charcoal traditionally, and that also translates to how I shade my digital pieces.

2024 is the year of portraits and me Figuring Out Faces (likeness and expressions). Here are some of my favourite things that I've drawn this year!

[other asks here!]

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Dance fight!!

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In case you forgot who's who: Zarys

Vol

Olly

Salazon

Bellar

Brem

Garias

Karad

Jarg

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Said you could pass, didn't I?

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Hello if you like lower city wizards read this! (Even if you like upper city wizards you should read it too).

In which Rosafieri is not able to procure noblestalk in the Wide, and must descend to the Lower City and the apothecaries there.

As any wizard might, she also drops in at the bookstore, and meets someone else's servant.

Someone else's badly trained and badly clothed servant.

That's where it starts. The beginning of the beginning.

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WIP Wednesday

Is it Wednesday again already???

Tagged by the lovely @thisaccountisagainstmywill

I'm gonna poke some fellow Ruganfuckers @fistfuloftarenths @beesht @theycallmeratt @orangekittyenergy (no presh)

Here is a little excerpt from an upcoming coinspinners sequel (Yes I know I havent even finished the first one yet, it is entirely fist's fault this is happening. It may be a while before it gets posted IRL)

Trigger warning for a bit of violence/gore:

“Rugan.” She breathed. And gods he was just as handsome as she remembered. His aquiline nose, his strong jaw, his piercing blue eyes all the more brilliant in the mushroom glow of the Underdark. Isolde could feel the strength leaving her legs.

“Believe you were told to keep away, lass.” Though his tone was hard there was a softness in his eyes, oh how she wanted to kiss him then.

“Ah, the picture is becoming clearer.” Heinrich cut in as he glanced from one to another. “Couldn't pay a crew with gold so you paid with something else, isn't that right Isolde?” His condescending smirk stretched his mouth wide. “You play the refined lady well in school, I would not have taken you for the whore of a common thug.”

She saw it then, the anger in Rugan's eyes blazing hot and then cooling to something deadlier. Isolde made to step forward, to intercede on Heinrich’s behalf for the fool did not know where he tread. But already Rugan had his hand up to stop her.

“Amnos.” He called, his voice cold and calm.

Hurriedly the red-headed man stepped forward with another Coin Spinner. Each took hold of one of Heinrich’s arms and wrenched him to his knees.

“What are you doing? Don't forget you've already been paid for.” He shouted incredulously. The voice of a man who had never been denied before, who had never lost but also who had never truly gambled to begin with. It was only as Rugan approached Heinrich that the reality of the situation began to dawn on him.

"Mate, if there's one thing you should never do, it's insult the girl."

Amnos grabbed hold of Heinrich’s head then, holding it steady as the man began to scream, to beg.

Rugan forced his hand into the man's mouth and grasped his tongue, pulling it out as far as he could. If the man had any fight in him he would've bit down on those fingers but he was too frightened, too confounded by the rapidly deteriorating situation. Things like this did not happen to people like him. And then the knife was against his tongue and then it was through to the other side. The pain was like fire, hot and sharp and endless.

Rugan tossed Heinrich’s tongue to the ground and made to wipe the blood off his blade onto the screaming man's shoulder.

“He cut off his tongue!” Sal shouted. “Gods above it's right there in the dirt! I think I just saw it move!”

“Shut up Sal, it didn't move.” Though she couldn't be truly sure because she hadn't the stomach to look at it. Her eyes were locked on Rugan who was staring back at her. The entirety of her body was alive with electricity, like lightning would strike her at any moment.