#slumpsnail

[dutifullylazybread]

I commissioned the incredibly talented @slumpsnail to draw my Tav!! And I love everything about her!! 🥹

Thank you again, Snail!! She looks gorgeous!

If you haven't had the chance, take a look at Snail's gorgeous art and definitely consider commissioning them!!

[kimberbohwrites]

Omg they’re hereeeeeee! My SlumpSnail prints have arrived and they’re perfect.

This is the link to their shop.

Ps- the little one is for my desk, to keep a framed photo of my imaginary husband right next to the framed photo of my real husband. 😂

[kimberbohwrites]

*wanders outside to check mailbox to see if the prints I ordered from them are here yet*

A very wet Zevlor

[reverieblondie]

Oh my gosh!!! Thank you so much @slumpsnail I love my aasimar Tav so so much! She is so pretty! Fantastic job as always!

[dark-and-kawaii]

A little Rolan for the lovely @slumpsnail ♡ xoxo

[faerunsbest]

Look what came I'm the maaaiiilll!!!!

@slumpsnail i love it ty so much!

[lostinforestbound]

AAAAHH Snail I'm so glad you liked it!!! It was so fun writing this based off of the art you made, I love how you draw our favorite Tiefling Wizard, even when he's all bloody hahaha!

Inspired by @slumpsnail 's piece of their Dark Rolan concept! Check out their other piece here!

The Rise or The Downfall of a Wizard's Apprentice?

CW: Blood, Death, Description of Breakdown

The first emotion was shock. Rolan couldn't move from his place on his knees as he watched his master clinging to whatever life he had left. His hands are stained red, settled on his lap while Lorroakan crawls to him, his own blood seeping onto the floor in rapid speed. Rolan can't recall what he did exactly, but it was during one of his usual beatings. Something about being a "failure" and "an idiot who deserved everything he gave to him". The memory is fuzzy now, he didn't even realize he stopped shaking from fear.

Lorroakan doesn't say anything, not that he could from the pain, but he looks fearful. A fear of death, perhaps? What a coward.

His mouth spits blood out, and he looks ready to beg. For mercy, Rolan hopes, because how humiliating would that be, for a master to beg for his life from his student?

His mentor doesn't get the chance before he stops moving, the life leaving his eyes, wide with a permanent terror. Rolan wonders if he's going to one of the Hells, his soul forever tortured.

After the initial shock dies down, he runs his hands down his face, uncaring of the blood trail he leaves on his bruised face as his eyes shine with glee. He killed Lorroakan, the Lorroakan, and yet he felt nothing but pure joy. Is this how Tav feels when they kill someone they hate? This addicting satisfaction that makes his blood rush with adrenaline?

By the gods, is he going insane? He can't find it in his heart to care, so he laughs.

He laughs and laughs, loud and prominent, echoing in the stillness of the room. What a fool he has been. Was it always this easy to kill someone? Does it matter now? It felt so fucking good. Even as he calms, his happiness still remains. In all honesty, he thought he could have died here. When he first struck his master, it was out of terror. He was going to beat him again, and he pleaded for him to stop. It didn't work, and when his teacher's staff raised once more, he held out his hands and- Bursting into a new, quiet giggle fit, he rests his head on his still-wet hand, staring down at the body with a smile. "Oh how the mighty have fallen, Master Lorroakan. Though, you were not mighty to begin with."

A small part of his breaking mind is screaming at him, wondering what in the hells has he done? What would Cal and Lia think if they saw him now, practically bathing in his master's blood? What would their mother think? What would they think when they realized he it enjoyed it?

It doesn't matter, they're all dead, including the man he once was.

He gets up on surprisingly steady feet, leaning down and grabbing Lorroakan's hair by the scalp, beginning to drag it towards the balcony. "Master Lorroakan, do you believe in karma?"

There is no response, but it's not as if he was expecting one. The body's getting cold.

"I'm not talking about you, oh no, I'm talking about yours truly." He says casually, grip tight. "My parents abandoned me, and when I get adopted into another one, their mother dies. Then The Descent, where I saw prowling devils and undead roam the streets, tearing people apart. When we finally escape, we're exiled by Elturel, our only home. When we finally make our trek to Baldur's Gate from a grove that hated us, Cal and Lia are eaten alive by shadows."

He finally reaches the railing, leaning against it to rest briefly. "Then, when I eagerly arrive to you with nothing, you beat me for saying the wrong answers to nonsensical questions. Yet look at you now."

Lifting the head to his face, he grins happily as he stares into the lifeless eyes of his mentor. "Master, I believe karma is finally on my side, after all this time. This tower is mine now," he snorts, trying not to laugh again, "I suppose I should thank you! None of this would have happened if it weren't for your weakness."

He picks up the body proper now, getting closer to the railing. "Goodbye, Master. I'm sure there's a special place in the afterlife, just for you."

Without thinking twice on it, he throws Lorroakan's body off the edge, watching it fall down the edge of the tower. He can't see the bottom from here, but he can't only imagine the body mangling as soon as it hits the ground. The people down below probably won't recognize who it is, but that doesn't matter.

All of this knowledge in the tower he now has access to, but where to start? He should probably clean all the blood but...no, he'll keep the stains there for a while longer, as a reminder of one of his greatest achievements.

A spineless wretch is what Lorroakan was. A pathetic, greedy human who wanted to keep this almost infinite knowledge and artifacts all to himself. Now it was all Rolan's, the new master of Ramazith's tower.

Master Rolan has a good ring to it, and he's too excited to get started on his infinite studies.

That's when he notices that dwarven man in the corner of the red stained room, shaking like a leaf. Another apprentice under Lorroakan. He saw everything. What was his name again? Ah, well...

He fires his magic missile in an instant, killing the man from where he stood with the brightest smile he's ever had in many years.

There cannot be witnesses, now can there?

[zevlorzine]

@slumpsnail is our next page artist to introduce! We just love their mood-heavy artwork and flowing lines.

[russica]

Dark Rolan! Inspired by @slumpsnail

[turboweenie]

scribbled out a WIP inspired directly by @slumpsnail's really gorgeous piece where rolan rightly merderizes lorroakan

i have too many unfinished drawings rn to commit to finishing another one but please look at those hands

[f4nd0m-fun]

I thought the little Gale story you wrote on slumpsnail's art post was really nice!

Hah, thank you! It fits nicely with some of my own lore for him, not to mention my whole Durge situation, so I'm glad people enjoyed it!

My only annoyance is all the typos. 😅

Post link for anyone curious (took forever to find)

[dutifullylazybread]

The Baldur's Gate Master List

Rolan x Tav Fanfiction:

f!Tav (AFAB, she/her, wizard with guild artisan background)

Deeply and Immovably So - [WIP] [explicit] - [pining/slow burn/hurt/comfort/fluff/smut] - [long fic] [ch. 1] [ch. 2] [ch. 3] [ch. 4] [ch. 5] [ch. 6] [ch. 7] [ch. 8] [ch. 9] [ch. 10] [ch. 11] [ch. 12]

With You. At The Start. - [COMP] [explicit] - [fluff] - [one-shot] [slight NSFW - fade to black] - Ao3 Link

At the Tail End of Things - [COMP] [explicit] - [domestic SMUT] - [one-shot] - Ao3 Link

The Kiss Roulette:

A Drunken Kiss [ft. Rolan x Tav]

A Kiss After a Bite [ft. Rolan x Tav]

An Accidental Kiss [ft. Rolan x Tav]

A Kiss on A Scar [ft. Rolan x Tav]

A Kiss Against A Wall [ft. Rolan x Tav]

Headcanons:

Rolan Headcanons

Rolan (Established Relationship w/ Tav) Jealous of Gale Headcanons

Does Rolan Like Giving/Receive Love Bites?

Cal Headcanons

Cal Realizing That He Has a Crush on You General Headcanons / Cal Realizing He has a Crush on You as a Romanceable NPC

Nightmares that Characters Have ft. [Cal] [Lia] [Rolan]

Tiefling Bachelors w/ Pregnant Partner ft. [Cal] [Rolan] [Zevlor] [Dammon]

Tying Tiefling Bachelors to the Bed ft. [Touch-Averse!Tav] [Rolan] [Dammon]

Dom!Zevlor Headcanons

Zevlor as a Father-Figure for Tav ft. [fem!Tav by request]

Why is Gale Ripped?

Commissioned and Gifted Art:

A Lovely Drawing of my Tav by @faerunsbest

Lovely Artwork based on Ch. 8 events in Deeply and Immovably So by @darkurgetrash

Tav and Rolan Commission based on Ch. 12 events in Deeply and Immovably So by @orangekittyenergy

Tav and Rolan Commission based on Ch. 13 events in Deeply and Immovably So by @elspethdekarios

Portrait Commission of my Tav by @pepijopa

Half Body (Waist Up) Commission of my Tav by @slumpsnail

My Tav:

My Tav's Appearance

Get to Know My Tav

Tav Character Worksheet

Tav - 5 songs/4 outfits

Random but Important to Me:

I found Ramazith's Tower on the BG3 Start Screen

An Interactive Map of The Sword Coast

Border art by @saradika

[kimberbohwrites]

Working hard but at least I have @slumpsnail artwork of my beautiful wife to remind me who it’s all for.

[lostinforestbound]

I love these three so much it's not funny anymore

I saw this three person heart pose on twitter (ref link), and dropped everything I was doing to draw it as Rolan, Cal, and Lia. I like to imagine they'd make him do funny poses for pictures.

It's formatted for twitter's whacky image resizing placement so I recreated the template interface to share it here haha.

[lostinforestbound]

I can't control myself so here's more Dark!Rolan based off of @slumpsnail's lovely art!! Please check them out if you haven't already!

From Ambition to Insanity

CW: Allusion to Psychosis, Auditory, Presence, and Tactile Hallucination

A greedy, pathetic, weak master is what Lorroakan was.

All of this knowledge collected in this tower could make a student of the arcane arts transcend the stars. Yet there was Lorroakan, who was so obsessed with a relic called the "Nightsong". What was so important about it, he will never know, and it does not matter. Everything here can be so powerful, and if used right can make him the greatest wizard in all the realms.

And it was all his. He will not fall into the footsteps of his master. He will be better.

He already used the knowledge he found to make the animated armors in Sorcerous Sundries more fluid. Faster. Stronger. They are more efficient than ever, and now he doesn't have to bother going down to that shop, where he was forced to work the front desk, bruises on full display. He will never face that humiliation again.

Lorroakan's projection still mans the front desk, cheery and happy to help the many people in the lower city with their magical purchases. A master of the tower, now nothing but a desk boy. He hopes it makes his former teacher roll in his nonexistent grave.

Locked in his tower, Rolan has been studying anything and everything. He doesn't know when the last time he ate was, or even slept. But ambition is taxing, he knows that all too well. By the time he is done, he will master every school of magic within his capabilities.

Papers are strewn about everywhere on the walls and floor, deep into his current study of Wall of Force. In his head, everything is organized and where it should be. Outside of it, however, is a chaotic scene of unfinished thoughts.

The spell is failing, and he doesn't understand why. Is he too inexperienced, still?

"You look tired, Rolan." Not-Cal states (or is it Lia? Their voices are jumbled) and he feels ghost of a hand on his shoulder.

He smacks away at nothing. "I am busy."

"You were always busy with these spells. Why did you love your studies more than us?" Not-Lia hisses.

I loved you both so much "Be quiet. You're dead." He spits.

In the corners of his tired eyes, he swears the shadows move. The light of his candle burned out long ago, and all he had was his dark vision and the moonlight- Be quiet.

The shadows reach to grab him, to drown him, like they almost did in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. He suddenly gasps out when he feels hands choke him, and he scratches at his neck only to realize nothing is there.

He's losing his mind.

"You need to sleep, sweet pea." A kinder voice whispers. His mother- no, their mother. Cal said he was family, but...

Her voice is sickly sweet in his ears, and he bristles. Whether it's from anger or fear, that is up for debate.

"Rolan-"

He snatches one of his wayward books and throws it towards the nonexistent figure, and it crashes into one of the now-empty glass display cases. Shards of it scatter across the floor, and after it calms, it's dead silent. For now.

A laugh bubbles up in his throat as he runs his hands down his face, eyes wide and teary. He's going insane, but that is the price of his ambition. He will become something great.

The urge to scream and cry rises every painful day, his nightmares bleeding into his reality. Dropping onto his knees once more, he stares at the glass shards that reflect his scarred face back at him. He subconsciously reaches for one.

Dark eye bags, scars from past beatings, disheveled hair, chapped lips-

He hisses suddenly, pulling his hand back into himself as blood gushes out of his palm. Grabbing it was a terrible idea, what was he thinking?

Then again, it's confirmation that he's still alive.

Part of him thought he died back where the Shadow Curse resided. Though, a part of his soul did when he saw Cal and Lia torn apart by undead-

"Why did you abandon their bodies?"

"Sod off." He says to no one, grinding his teeth as he watches the blood pour. It hurts. His head hurts. Everything hurts. It's so fucking lonely here he needs a healing potion, but it's too late to go get one-

That's when he looks up and sees the sun rising. He pulled an all-nighter again.

He's not nearly done with his work.

As he confirmed that sleep was a waste of time (the nightmares wouldn't stop) he reaches for one of his various Angelic Slumber potions. He'll need to buy more, but for now, there's plenty. Lorroakan was quite the dragon, hoarding all of them in this section of the tower. Or was it Ramazith? He'll never know.

For at least 12 seconds, he's at peace in a dreamless slumber.

Then he starts all over again.

[bg3tarotdeck]

Mystery Tav asked: Hi! Who’s running this project :)?

As of right now we are a modteam of 6! Inlcuding callmesimplyflo, turn2paige394, Nutmegs029, Slumpsnail, Ladysapphyre and Annanuna_Arts! The rest of the mods will be revealed once they have been recruited around the beginning of July! [Smile or comment on the answer here](https://retrospring.net/@BG3TarotDeck/a/112634765851308070)