#silfi

[negreabsolut]

Moneda cirenaica del segle IV-III aC. Mostra una planta de silfi, i a l'inscripció de l'esquerra s'hi llegeix «KYPA». A la dreta, un monograma.

[kirain]

I decided to make adult designs and "where are they now" stories for all the child tieflings who are confirmed to survive to Act 3.

Unbeknownst to her, Arabella was a latent sorcerer with a natural connection to the Weave. Her powers likely would've manifested at puberty, but touching the idol of Silvanus imbued her with wild druid magic, multiclassing her prematurely. This caused an internal struggle between the two powers, which threatened to rip her and anyone around her apart. Fortunately, with Withers' guidance, she set out to follow the Weave and found balance in her new, strange abilities. For years she traveled Faerûn alone, honing her skills and making peace with her past. Eventually, she became known as the "Wondering Storm", so attuned to nature some would mistake her for Silvanus' Chosen. Those who crossed her, however, would swear she was Jergal's Chosen; able to end a life with a single stare. Though not unkind, Arabella became feared by many for her stoic personality, mysterious presence, and peculiar command of the Weave. It seemed that wherever she was needed, she would inexplicably be.

Though Raphael went silent, Mol continued to enjoy, and perhaps abuse, the gifts from her patron. With the Absolute defeated, she quickly clawed her way up the ranks of the Guild, eventually becoming a pseudo ward to Nine-Fingers Keene. For years she would sharpen her skills, mentored by Keene and her most trusted associates, until she challenged the notorious crime lord to a duel for leadership. Much to her surprise, Keene lost, and was therefore forced to relinquish command to the young tiefling. Seeing the move as a betrayal, however, the Guild's loyalty was split, causing the criminal powerhouse to fracture. This led to a dark time for the Guild, with many in Baldur's Gate referring to it as the "Outlaw Civil War". Much blood was shed during this conflict, but eventually Mol turned the tides in her favour, running Keene and those still loyal to her out of the city. She would go on to rebuild the Guild in her image, successfully and more fearsome than ever; though, when she approached her old colleagues with an invitation to join, they all declined.

Once he managed to enter the city, Mattis tried to find his companions from the Grove, but he ultimately turned his sights to conning rich families with "panaceas from the hells". For a while, he flourished under this racket, until his scheme was exposed by jealous competition. This led to him being violently assaulted by angry customers, nearly ending his life—he only survived by rolling into a rapid canal. After being saved by a kind, impoverished couple who fished him out of the water, he spent nearly three months confined to a bed. His recovery was slow and agonizing, but hardly discouraging. Instead of succumbing to his misery, he took the time to plot his revenge. With the couple's help, he learned the laws of the land and revived his strength. Then, when able, he cut his hair, disguised his face, spied on the man who wronged him, and subsequently tricked him into signing his business over to the couple. Together, they turned the questionable business into something respectable. Mostly. Mattis' silver tongue finally became an asset, rather than a survival tactic, though he was never above a good swindle.

Ide and Umi took up arms during the Absolute's attack on the city, each of them basking in the action. Realising that Umi had developed an insatiable bloodlust, and itching for more battles herself, Ide suggested they enlist into the army. Though technically too young, the new General—appointed by High Duke Ravengard after the fall of the Absolute—accepted them as apprentices until they came of age.

Though their time with the Flaming Fist was imperative to their training and survival, they found the rules and hypocrisy of the troop disheartening, and even more so when the General died. Eventually they deserted, leaving Baldur's Gate entirely and starting a small band of vigilantes. To some, they were a menace. To others, they became heroes of the Sword Coast. No matter the case, Ide and Umi were inseparable, never seen apart.

Inspired by his saviours, Mirkon continued to write stories about his time in the Grove and his rescue from the harpies. He never found his parents, but he refused to live in the slum's orphanage. Life was hard for the young tiefling, often forcing him to grovel for food and coin. On the worst days, he found comfort turning his stories into songs, which he slowly morphed into a semi-profitable street act. This eventually caught the attention of Alfira, who one day happened to be passing by. Recognising his talent, and overjoyed to be reunited, she took him in and taught him how to play the violin. Together, they created a lucrative show that expanded well beyond the Elfsong Tavern, which aided Alfira in opening her dream college. She and Lakrissa would soon adopt Mirkon, and he would later become one of the most beloved and celebrated instructors at the college.

Though working as a hawker for the Baldur's Mouth kept Silfy fed and relatively sheltered, she grew listless. Dealing with rude and racist customers hardened her enough to snap back, resulting in her termination. With nowhere to go, she found herself wandering into Ramazith's Tower, where she implored Rolan for a job. Feeling for her plight, Rolan put her to work stocking shelves and filling orders. It wasn't exciting work, but she was safe and satisfied, until one day a customer's tome exploded, causing a flurry of rainbow flames that whirled into the shape of a unicorn. This event, though frightening, would inspire Silfy to start reading the books in the shop, with the help of Tolna and Rolan. To everyone's surprise, she proved to have an impressive aptitude for magic, and she soon found herself enthralled. Within just a few years, Silfy would be accepted into Blackstaff Academy, where she would excel in her studies and catch the eye of the great Vajra Safahr. She would offer Silfy a position in the school, as well as a mentorship, but Silfy would politely decline, graduate, and return to Bauldr's Gate. Her true home.

[saturdaysky]

fun times at the Emerald Grove

featuring Mayhew, my gnome Tav who was a hit with the tiefling kids (perhaps because they don't have to look up to him heheheh)

I learned this run that the kids will SPRINT ACROSS THE GROVE to admire your bird familiar if you summon it there, which was cuter than words could describe

[beecreeper]

Wow Wyll I wonder if there’s a group of people who can relate to the feeling of being wrongly assumed to be evil and allied with the hells.

(I love Wyll so much but he is very silly for this)

[nnibarrel]

Tieflings, thieflings and teethlings. Those are pieces from ~2020 when bg3 was in early access so some of the characters don't look like they are now. (the kids...) (I thought Silfy was a boy, oops, sorry :))

So much time passed what else to say... 1) I imagined like Zevlor heroically leads his people through hell and there's like full action with the demons and devils fighting or something and like some of the tieflings got caught and imprisoned and then Zevlor saves them and like again they flee through literal battlefield cause in that damn place there's not a corner of land where it wouldn't be dangerous... 2) Well, here's everything obvious) 3) Alfira in the moment of performing her song. In that scene near the end or somewhere in the middle the camera does such a move, when it focuses on the big tree in the druid's grove and I remembered that. In my brain that tree must represent some symbolism like... The tree is the life itself or something. Hope, peaceful eternity and stuff (and now my brain is dead, sorry) 

[shewolfofvilnius]

hey, casual reminder for people posting HCs, stories, etc. about the tiefling kiddos from Baldur's Gate 3. Although the pair don't particularly resemble each other strongly (each likely takes strongly after one parent), Mattis and Silfy are siblings. (The only reason they're split up in Act 3 is because Silfy somehow landed a job selling papers so she's allowed into the city to do the job)

Just like anything that addresses Rolan or Lia or Cal is likely to need to touch on the other two, it's the same with these two. It's why Mattis is so nice to you if you go easy on her. Just something to keep in mind if you do creative w the tiefling kids

[fic--writer]

Tiefling children run around with paper kites shaped like an illithid's head. Numerous long tentacles flap in the wind. They're circling, laughing, playing catch-up.

[smolgloves]

Fairytales

[Masterlist] chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Summary: Freya gets help from a unique person

Tw: Mentions of death, grief, mishandling of a tiny, trafficking mention, and dehumanizing language

There were stories about beings as tiny as a borrower that Auntie Ara would tell, beings that lived in the feywilds where they could fly and use their magic to their heart's content, only venturing out to Faerun to cause mischief. It always seemed like a fairytale but Auntie insisted she was telling the truth; hells, even her father claimed the stories were true but she never believed them. That was until she was staring at a pixie who stood right before her.

The first thing Freya noticed was the curious look that the pixie had. Her silver eyes reminded her of a tranquil lake that reflected the moon's soft glow, a major contrast to her hair, which exhibited wild green dreadlocks that just brushed over her shoulders. Freya had heard this was a style meant to mimic gorgons but she had once heard Astarion and Shadowheart snicker to themselves once, claiming the look resembled a rat's nest.

As the pixie inched closer, Freya could see a comforting light radiating from her powder blue skin. Her skirt was like wilted rose petals, the color had been drained from time, Freya wondered if she had been stuck in the shadow cursed lands for some time now.

“What happened?” She asked.

“Oh, you just fell from the sky while I was relaxing by the lake; you're lucky I was there, otherwise you would have gone splat!" She giggled.

“You were just ‘hanging out’ by the lake, in these lands?”

“Why not? The shadow-curse doesn't affect me.” Despite her casual tone, a smirk formed upon her lips. “Unlike you, I don't need a shoddy ring to travel around here.”

Freya ignored the insult when she was reminded of the ring, her hands immediately began patting her hips, lifting up the brown shirt to only find a deep bruise wrapped around her waist. “What happened to the ring?”

“I threw it into the lake.”

“What?!” The aching pain in Freya's body was ignored as she jumped up to her feet. “I needed that!”

The pixie just rolled her silver eyes. “You wouldn't last a minute with that rusty excuse for jewelry, it barely had magic left in it.”

“It was better than nothing!” Freya snapped back, staring back at the pixies smug face that rivaled Astarion's only fueled her anger more. “Go get it, so I can find my group!”

“Group?” She bounced over to Freya with wide eyes. “There are more borrowers in the shadow cursed lands?”

“They're not borrowers, they're larger beings.” Freya huffed out.

“I thought your kind hid from the big ones?” The pixie stated. “How'd that come about?”

“It's a long story.”

That smile on her face only brightened. “You know, I know a place that they could be at. If you want, I could help you.”

Stories of pixies warn about making deals with them, to say Freya was suspicious was an understatement. “Why help me?”

“Call it an apology for throwing that ring in the lake. Besides, I'm curious about your group, perhaps you can tell me about them while we travel.”

“Alright, fine.” Freya could tell this pixie was hiding something, the last thing she wanted was a fey going near her friends, but what choice did she have. Right now, she would just keep her guard up and hope she can part ways with this fairy before she could do something.

“Great! We just need to get across the lake.” She yanked her by the arm and rushed towards the burrow’s exit before stopping. “By the way, what's your name?”

“Freya.”

“I'm Lilia, now stay close to me!”

~~~

There was probably no fairy tale in the world to prepare Freya how bloody annoying Lilia would be! She buzzed around her head like a mosquito; if it wasn't for her light, she would have attempted to swat her away! Why did she insist on flying?

“So let me get this straight,” Lilia hovered in front of the borrower, looking at her instead of keeping her guard up. “You're traveling with a bunch of big ones but they all have mind flayer parasites in them?”

“All but one.”

Lilia plopped down on the ground, giggling as she spoke. “Are you worried they'll turn and eat you?”

“At this point, no.” Freya replied as she continued to march past the pixie.

For the first time since meeting her, Lilia did not giggle like a schoolgirl, but instead let out a heavy sigh. “You do know that conversations aren't supposed to be so one sided?”

Stopping in her tracks, Freya whirled over to Lilia. “No offense, but I’m not very forthcoming to random fey that are living in cursed lands.”

Instead of lashing back, Lilia trotted over with a smirk on her face and a hushed tone in her voice. “Oh, that's what it is, you think I'm going to do something with your friends, gonna lead them to their dooms?” She threw back her head with a cackle. “Trust me, I have no intentions on dealing with soon-to-be thralls!”

“Good.” Was all Freya could say as she kept walking; the familiar sound of buzzing came behind her, Lilia was at her side in a flash.

“So tell me why a borrower and big ones are traversing through the shadowlands?”

Freya pinched the bridge of her nose; there was going to be no end to her questions. “They think they'll find a cure at Moonrise towers.”

The flutter of her wings took an immediate halt. “Moonrise?”

Freya studied the shocked expression on the pixie’s face. “Is there a problem with that?”

“Just that Moonrise is heavily guarded by the curse.” Lilia stated. “They would need more than magic and torches to get there.”

“All the more reason to get back to them.”

~~~~

“Here we are!” Lilia exclaimed.

A soft glow radiated from a quaint little inn, swallowing up the surrounding area, time had faded the brick building, yet it still stood tall amidst the world around it. As they entered the area, Freya felt the lingering curse slip away, it was like coming up for air after diving into water. They made their way down a rocky path, taking in the tranquil setting. That was until the sounds of sobs came shuffling their way.

Despite her travels with the larger beings, the borrower's instincts did not die easily; every nerve stood on end when the tremors shook the ground.

“Oh, Danis!” A woman's voice cried out.

Instead of sharing her fear, Lilia glanced over her relaxed shoulder to Freya. “One of yours?”

Absolutely not! Freya almost snapped out, but her words were replaced with actions, quickly shoving the pixie into a nearby bush as the woman wandered over.

Ducking into the Foliage, Freya was met with the wide eyed stare of Lilia. “By Titania's grace, what was-!” Was all she could get out before Freya practically slapped her hand over her mouth. She could feel her lip curl against her palm, as if she wanted to bite her but thankfully decided against it after Freya pulled her closer.

Her breath was still as the woman sobbed for this Danis, those steel eyes locked onto her, while her face was buried in her palms, Freya could make out black horns protruding out of her lightly colored hair. A tiefling, but something seemed familiar about her. She wouldn't have been one of the refugees would she? It didn't matter, she wasn't part of the group, she couldn't know about Freya.

Eventually, the crying woman wandered off; with the knot in her stomach becoming undone, Freya let out a sigh. Her shoulders relaxing, she was safe, for now.

Gossamer wings flicked against Freya's arm in an attempt to burst free, she glanced over to meet the glare of the pixie she still had locked in the most awkward hug of all the realms. With a sheepish grin, Freya loosened her grip, letting the pissed off fae break away.

“What was that about?”

“She wasn't the tiefling I know, trust me.”

“But maybe she could have helped you.” The look of pure disbelief plastered on her face.

Freya had to suppress a scoff that threatened to slip out of her mouth. “Look, if I don't know a larger being, I don't make myself known. Besides, that woman seemed to be dealing with her own problems, better to leave her be.”

Lilia's eyebrow raised up like Freya's reason was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. Her mouth opened ready to argue until the tremors returned.

“Are you sure we should steal from Bex?” A child asked.

“Yeah Mol, she seems very upset.”

“Don't tell me you two are going soft!” Mol snapped. “Now’s the perfect time to strike while she cries over her lover.”

Okay, now that voice sounded really familiar. Freya stalked over to the edge of the bush to get a better look at the youthful voices. She saw three tiefling kids: A nervous one who bore a brown cap; a curly haired boy; and a little girl who had a bandage over her eye leading the pack.

“I know those kids!” Freya breathed out.

The pixie scampered over to Freya's sighed, a smile etched on her face. “Really?!”

“Well, not personally, but I know they were refugees that Tav helped out.” Her mind flooded with all sorts of scenarios, if the refugees were here then Freya can breathe a little easier knowing she isn't walking into a trap. Hope finally began to pump through her veins, if the refugees made it to this point then surely the others would stop here! Maybe they're already here!

“So if your friends helped them out they must be good.” Excitement laced Lilia's voice.

“Good enough to not be a major threat at least.” Freya corrected.

“Then you should ask them for help!”

“I don't think-!” Freya’s words were cut off with a hard shove to the back, thrusting her out of the safety of the bush and at the feet of the tiefling kids!

“What's this?” Mol snatched Freya up before she could scramble to her feet, keeping her arms pinned in a loose fist. No amount of squirming and fighting was going to get Freya out.

“What is that?” Asked the curly haired tiefling.

“It's one of them borrowers!” A wicked gleam caught Mol's eye. “Word says they're worth a few coin.”

“You can't!” Despite the futile attempt, Freya kept trying to break free. “I need to-!”

A red thumb pressed into the borrower's face, sealing off her protests. “Save the sob story for someone who cares, blondie.” She turned to her friends with a smirk. “We need to get back to Mattis, someone will buy a borrower here.”

As the children headed back to the building, Freya let out muffled screams that were a mix between calling out for help and cursing at the dimwitted pixie who got her into this mess!

[bladesandbhaalspawn]

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Silfy

[origin characters | other companions | npcs | tavs | durges]

[staywild-wolfchild]

[riza-hawks-eye]

Yeah I get it, we all like being mean to the npcs for fun,

But have you considered buying a newspaper from Silfy every day to boost his confidence?

Have you considered buying all of Yenna's soup at double the gold price and with all the toys and flowers you can find?

[petchic101]

Our Favorite Tiefling Kids as Young Adults!

I made all of the Tiefling kids from Baldur's Gate 3 into Teens/Adults! In this au, Mol and the kids are running a very successful thieves guild in Baldur's Gate For all of their different horn and shin colors all their eyes are orange lol

Top to Bottom: Mol - she/them - Rogue Top Dog, Will kill you if you hurt her kids Arebella - she/her - Sorcerer Defiantly not a necromancer Mattis - he/him - Ranger Face of the business Ide - they/him - Wizard Fell in love with the circus and started studying magic Umi - they/them - Druid Found themselves missing the grove, studies under a certain pink haired half-orc Silfy - she/her - Bard Looked up to Alfira and studied under her to be a bard Meli - he/him - Ranger Definition of talk shit get hit Gan - he/him - Fighter No I didn't dye my horns it's real blood! D< Doni - Barbarian (Wouldn't hurt a fly) Only lets Umi cut his hair Zaki - he/him - fighter Got a little to hoity toity and left for a bit

For kids with hats I tried to match eyebrow colors as best I could but I did get free reign Any kid with curly hair got either a protective style or remained curly Mattis went from protective style-protective style If you have any questions about the colors I used let me know!

[wellthebardsdead]

Astarion: me? A father figure? Ugh don’t be ridiculous.

Vs

Astarion 3 months after adopting the tieflings: *throttling a tailor for ‘ruining silfys dress’ I PAID FOR REAL SILK WHY IS MY DAUGHTER DRESSED IN RAGS!?

Tailor: I-it is just a mock up my lord-

Astarion: YOUD BETTER FIX MY PRINCESSES DRESS OR IM RUNNING YOU THROUGH YOUR SEWING MACHINE HEAD FIRST!!!

[kiivg]

draw happy tieflings!( if it seems fun) or scratch being silly!

.I honestly love the tiefling kids so much. The entire tiefling camp is just amazing, and I was so heartbroken to find the adults in act 2, just the initial feeling of coming across them for the first time and being like "wait, I know these people" is just UGH it killed me. Luckily I'd taken then mountain path so I was with Kar'niss instead of the group of Harpers who just TRAMPLE all over them in their haste to get to the ambush sight if you go through the Underdark. Also, it's worth noting the tiny difference between a Tiefling MC and a non-tiefling, I think Ikaron(?) calls you brother and is pretty relaxed around you, whereas he's mad suspicious if you're not a Tiefling, very cute. There's probably more, but I am Tristan at heart so I'm just playing him over and over again.

.Anyways, sketchy sketchy 😘.

[shewolfofvilnius]

Silfy is Mattis sister?!?!? I literally just thought they were both two of the orphan kids and like, either friends or paired up together by Mol on the con.

Oh wow. THAT'S why he's suddenly disproportionately nice to you the rest of the game if you don't get mad at Silfy for the con.