#the night warden minthara

[shadydruid]

✨️This Group Is Full Of Weirdos!✨️

When I started this Oracle Cards project in January, I wanted to create 10 cards with all of the companions and origin characters (all of the cards have been updated since I first showed them!).

Well, mission completed, but I'm not ready to say goodbye to this series, and I am going to create 4 more cards with my(and probably your) favorite NPCs.

[n1ghtwarden]

i imagine minth after defecting from lolth for the absolute (regardless if it wasn't her choice) had to deal with baenre assassins/scouts targeting her. it's unlikely house baenre, of all fucking people, would let one of its daughters just vanish with an entire retinue of men she's been leading with no repercussions.

[baldursgaysart]

Long lost!!!!

So, I finally got around to painting my Tav and Durge romancing Minthara. This took longer than expected but it’s been a long time in the making. I had my wife help write out my vision and backstory for them since I’m not very good with words. I hope you enjoy this! I was told it’s like an A24 poster 🤣

Tav and Durge Backstory:

Names:

Vierna: Light colored Tav character

Brimaia: Dark colored Evil Durge

Vierna and Brimaia are both reincarnations of one of the only truly loving and romantic relationships Minthara ever experienced after Ketheric Thorm’s trickery forced her into consuming an Illithid tadpole and altering the course of the rest of her life.

The events of Baldur’s Gate 3 are actually Minthara’s eternal Purgatory.

Vierna grew up as a noblewoman in Menzobarranzan, who was aware of the Baenre family, but had no real ties to it. She met Minthara in the goblin camp and was completely transfixed by the skill, prowess, and cruelty of the night warden. She fought alongside her as they both eradicated the once peaceful druid grove; proud of their accomplishments in the name of the Absolute.

When Vierna again found Minthara at Moonrise Towers, and beheld the terror and desperation in her eyes as she turned to meet Vierna’s gaze, she knew their bond was already so strong that they did not require an Illithid tadpole to read one another’s thoughts. It was written plainly on their faces. They needed one another.

For months the pair fought and slept together, ending the tyranny of Thorm, and allowing Minthara vindication after all she had been through. They gleefully stole away the lives of countless vile creatures, cultists, and would-be dictators, until they at last reached the Netherbrain.

Their companions were losing their life force and strength as they did their best to hold the Netherbrain back, and Vierna and Minthara realized it would be up to them to finish the job.

Just as hope seemed to be within their grasp, Minthara was hit with a near lethal blow from a Mindflayer. Vierna knew she could not allow her lover to die this way. Not to the very creatures who cursed her life in the first place. Boldly, she watched as the Mindflayer reached its tentacle out to finish Minthara off, but at the last moment she dove in front of her and took a fatal hit. Minthara had to carry on with the fight as the portal opened to her, with the knowledge that although the Absolute could never harm another again, she would be alone in the world once more.

What Minthara and the other companions were not aware of was the fact that all of this, everything they had suffered, had been a form of Purgatory. Every year they would lose consciousness as the Netherbrain careened into the Chionthar, but when they woke they would be right back on the Nautoloid, or in Minthara’s case, back in the goblin camp. Only something different occurred after the loss of Vierna. When a beautiful; dark skinned drow entered her sanctum, Minthara realized there was something different about her, but she could not quite place what it was.

Bhaal had played a cruel joke on Minthara by resurrecting her fallen lover as a monster known as the Dark Urge. It was not enough for Minthara to watch the love of her life die before her very eyes. No. Now she would have to brave Thorm and the Absolute all over again, while wondering every night whether her own beloved would take her life in a murderous blackout. Vierna, now going by the name Brimaia, however, would never lay a harmful finger upon her darling drow. She would much rather take control of the Netherbrain with Minthara at her side, and force all in Faerun to be subservient to their new queens!

[gaysindistress]

The Nightwarden and her Velve

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

pairings: Minthara x f reader (tav)

Summary: i love her your honor 🥹

Warnings: slightly suggestive

A/n: Velve = Blade

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“My love?” The deep drawl of her voice calls from behind me. It was one of those rare nights where we both felt safe enough to rest together and didn’t need to have the other keeping watch. She’d been reading some book I’d found in the House of Healing’s library while I curled up beside her in our bedrolls, claiming any and all warmth for myself.

“Hm?” I barely managed to mumble. Sleep clung to my eyelids as it called out to me but her voice sung to me like a siren’s.

I heard a small shuffle as her hand found its way to my hair and she began to stroke at stray strands around my ear.

“Tell the story of this scar on your finger.”

“This one?” I lifted my left hand, index finger weakly pointed up while the others remained asleep.

She hummed her acknowledgment.

“I was attempting to cut piece of fabric but as you well know, I’m not the most attentive at times and the blade just slipped.”

“Slipped?” Her voice tilted in a thinly veiled mocking way but the restrain told me she was trying to be understanding.

“It was a garment blade,” I finally turned over to face her and saw that she was staring at me with one brow raised, “you know, the round ones that roll over fabric. They’re far better than standard shears; they’re much easier to manipulate….”

She continued to stare down at me as I rambled, the sea of nervous energy washing over me. I moved to hide my hand but she was quicker than me like usual. She was grasping my hand and pulling it towards herself before I could stop her.

“And why were you using a garment blade? Did you not have a tailor to make any garments you needed?”

Feather light touches grazed over the scarred and tough skin on the side of my index finger.

“Well yes there was a tailor I could’ve gone to but I like… I liked to make things when I was younger. All skills require some level of sacrifice and I guess garment making demanded a slice of my finger that day.”

Her deep chuckle filled the tent and sent a ripple of nerves through me. I eyed her warily, awaiting her answer and prepared myself something about how a noble born should never do such simple tasks.

“A steep demand it was. Perhaps it won’t require much more now that it took half your finger.”

And once again my expectations of her were incorrect. I must’ve been staring dumbly at her because she quirked her brow once more and gave me a questioning look.

“Something the matter?”

I blinked several times, trying to regain my mind, “no nothing’s the matter. You just surprised me.”

She remained silent with the same look.

I couldn’t hold her gaze anymore so I dropped mine to our hands.

“I half expected you to tell me how stupid it was to make my own clothes when I had a tailor.”

“I may think you are many things and have been vocal about those I disapprove of but stupid is not one of them. You…” she trailed off as she tucked my hand into her chest and leaned over me, “You, my sweet Velve, are a force to be reckoned with anywhere you go.”

Her words ghosted over my lips, the whisper of it all kissing at the sensitive skin. I forced myself to keep my eyes open as she drew closer and spoke in a down right sinful way. I’m glad that I did despite the difficult task because a hint of smirk was found in her lips while a dash of that fervent adoration swam in her ruby eyes.

I whimpered her name, “Minthara.”

The Night Warden let a deep groan escape her chest and moved to press herself fully against me, pining me to the bedroll. She dropped one forearm to rest beside my head and cupped the back of neck while she used her free hand to hike my leg over her hip.

She pressed her hips against mine and chuckled when I choked on her name once more.

“Shall I end your misery now?” She purred, dipping her head so that her lips could trail over my cheekbone.

“Don’t…don’t be cruel,” I gasped between heavy breaths. She had begun to plant feather light kisses down my cheekbone and nipped at my earlobe.

“Cruel? You think me cruel for simply enjoying the sounds you make when I show you affection?” Her mocking question was followed by a particularly sharp nip at the soft skin below my ear and a roll of her hips against mine.

My hands seemed to have found their use once more and I attempted to push at her but to no avail. Instead they curled around her waist and ball into the fabric of pants. The heat of her breath against my neck as she laughed at my reaction fed a hunger within me.

I silenced whatever haughty thing was about to come out of her mouth with a desperate kiss. Her hand tightened in my hair as she kissed me back with the same intensity and slipped her tongue past my lips. It was a disgustingly long kiss, one meant to release weeks of frustration and devotion to a cause seemingly unknown. Yet as our breathing grew heavier and our bodies became alight with desire, something else grew in that moment.

Minthara was the first to break away, my bottom lip trapped between her teeth. The skin threatened to break and with it, bleed pooled just under the surface. She pulled back only enough to give us the air our lungs were screaming for and marveled at the sight of my swollen lips.

“You are exquisite, my sweet velve.”

[heyiamroe]

Night warden Minthara

[autumn-sweet-fae]

Because I love the pain and horror of a lover becoming irreversibly changed in a disparate grasp for power:

Astarion ascending without Tav/Durge’s help

Mechanically impossible to do in the game, but story wise?

All you need is our bad bitch Minthara in your party, and Cazador KOing or killing Tav/Durge in front of Astarion during the fight.

Astarion is already overwhelmed and not thinking clearly in the moment with his beloved standing beside him in support. For his love to be taken down in front of him, at Cazador’s hands no less?? He’d be demanding the ritual be done, desperate for the power to protect himself and his lover from ever feeling such pain again.

So, while Shadowheart is distracted trying to resurrect/revive their fallen leader, the Night Warden Minthara would step up and help Astarion finish the ritual. She already encourages him to “take the power that he’s owed, whatever the cost”, so she’d be down to use the tabpoles to help him. Especially with all the past experience she has using them on others.

So, the ritual is completed and Astarion as he once was is no more.

And for my Tav, Nyx, a tragedy is set into motion.

Nyx would awaken in that dark dungeon to find the love of his life eternally changed into his own personal nightmare.

As someone who escaped the control of a fey court, who’s both seen and suffered the cost of multiple warlock contracts, this new Astarion would send Nyx right over the edge. Astarion’s sudden disregard for those 7,000 souls, his over inflated ego and controlling behavior, it would all be major tiggers for Nyx.

I’d give Nyx 48 hours before straight up murdering A.Astarion in a fit of fey grief/rage, before turning on Minthara to murder her in vengeance. Nyx would be shattered after it all, but he’d still lead on.

In the end I could see him traveling to Avernus with Karlach and Wyll, with the personal goal to find and rescue as many of the rituals sacrificed souls as he could.

And if he by chance ever finds what’s left of Astarions soul? His soulcoin would become another treasured keep sake for Nyx.

[dimmadoome]

What if I wrote a Baldurs Gate Game Of Thrones AU? One where Astarion Targaryen is forced to marry Gale Hightower for political reasons.(Astarion is FTM trans and his family wants to send him off to the "proper and religious" house to either sweep him under the rug or get at least SOME heirs they can marry back into the main line.)

Gale and Astarion kind of hate eachother but after a while, grow to be friends. After a year of marriage, they get word of wights at the wall. So they ride (on dragonback because of course I'm giving Astarion a dragon. Maybe caraxes because I think he would be a good rider for him.) up to the wall with their cousins Wyll Tyrell and Karlach Baratheon. While they are on their journey they find Jenevelle Blackwood (Shadowheart) and her lover Lae'zel Sand (Martell bastard) running away from Shadowheart's home because lesbians.

Gale and Astarion recruit them to their cause. When they get to Winterfell to speak to the warden of the north, Jaheria Stark, they meet and subsequently recruit some of her fiercest bannermen, Halsin Mormont and Minsc Umber.

As the days get colder and the nights grow longer, Gale and Astarion fall in love with eachother and the fierce heir to bear island. Since Astarion is a Targaryen, he says fuck it, I can have two husbands and they seal their marrige with Halsin in the godswood. After a good amount of time and hella politics with Lorroakin Tully, Ketheric Lannister, Orin Bolton (and Gortash Baelish being hella problematic in the background.) All seven of the companion crew band together, fight against the night king (Minthara) and win the battle for the dawn. (Astarion is the prince who was promised and is completely pissed about it.)

[menzoberranzanprincess]

By the campfire

Solo piece - Non starter - Just for your enjoyment - Pinned post here

Tags/Warnings: SFW. Slight angst. No sensitive topic warnings apply

Despite the campfire burning out long ago Minthara was still awake and alert. Night brought dangers. Dangers the others seemed to disregard. Withers could watch over the area, but how well could a skeleton defend them? Though she had not yet grown to care for or love her new traveling companions the warden kept awake and watchful. It didn't help that her kind were near nocturnal, more accustomed to the dark than light. She'd been on the surface long enough both her eyes and sleep routine had adjusted, but being alive at night still felt more comfortable.

Lae'zel proved she wasn't alone in her caution, the Githyanki doing her own rounds from time to time. But she still felt odd. Everyone was so peaceful in their cots and tents. Some nursed bottles or wounds from the day, but no one was on edge. No one had a single shred of that self preservation that living in the Underdark had left ingrained in her very genetics.

Minthara couldn't not stalk around out night, her mind wouldn't let her. She couldn't not look at her party peacefully in their beds. She couldn't stop herself peaking in on those who wanted more privacy. Drow eyes were trained for the dark after all, its not like she would disturb them. Even if they found her creeping around what would they say? Chastise her for being cautious? For protecting them in the night from threats unseen? All she would have to do is return to her tent and wait for them to go back to their bed rolls before she could return to her patrolling. What laid under the surface like a slow moving poison was the fear of loss. Of losing yet another thing she had attached herself to. Despite her wanting it, she wasn't resistant nor immune to this poison. It tainted ever aspect of her life as the days progressed. She found herself feeling for these people. Wanting to see them take their next breath. Wanting to protect them and keep them alive. It was horrible, but it was her nature and she couldn't deny or fight it.

They were all trying to survive, just like her. Fighting. They'd given her a chance to fight after she'd already lost, a chance to begin again along side them, be something greater. She couldn't repay them traditionally, so she would do so this way. Stalking through the night from tent to tent. Ensuring their careless nature could remain for just a bit longer.

[serendipizzy79]

We found Minthara being broken in the torture chamber.

Ooo she pretty. Those cheekbones 😍

Elma starts planning how to rescue the Night warden.

[ustalav]

OC DIRECTORY

characters with multiple ships are across multiple AU timelines, not polyamorous relationships

Dragon Age

Muirinn Tabris - she/her warden from dragon age: origins, 20 as of origin, 5'2 city elf, dual wield warrior, reaver/berserker, aries, chaotic good - zevran ❤ pinterest board - muren/zevran

Grant Hawke - he/him hawke from dragon age 2, 24 as of prologue, 6'2 red personality, force mage/spirit healer, taurus, true neutral - fenris ❤ pinterest board - grant/fenris - grant/anders

Gideon Trevelyan - he/him, nonbinary, any gendered language inquisitor from dragon age inquisition, 28 as of conclave, 5'10 human rift mage, cancer, lawful good - dorian ❤ & (rp) rodaine ❤ pinterest board - gideon/rodaine* - gideon/dorian

Hessarian Trevelyan - he/him gideons brother, 34 as of conclave, 6'3 human, sword and board warrior, templar, neutral good - tierce ❤ pinterest board - sarian/tierce*

Faron Lavellan - he/him inquisitor from dragon age inquisition, 38 as of conclave, 5'9 dalish elf, dual-wield rogue artificer, chaotic neutral - cassandra ❤ pinterest board - faron/cassandra

Mass Effect Trilogy

Grace Shepard - she/her shepard from the mass effect trilogy, 29 as of me1, 5'8 vanguard, earthborn, ruthless, renegade, chaotic neutral - tbd ❤ pinterest board

Baldur's Gate 3

Valztefein Rilynval - he/him tav from baldur's gate 3, 376 as of nautiloid, 6'1 lolth-sworn drow from menzoberranzan, college of swords bard, neutral evil - minthara ❤ pinterest board - val/minthara

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous

Cyril Lodovka - he/him knight-commander, 43 as of prologue, 6'4 svetocher dhampir from brevoy, studied in ustalav, vivisectionist alchemist, demon path, chaotic evil - camellia ❤ & (au) daeran ❤ pinterest board

World of Darkness

Quentin "Quen" - he/him courier from night road if, appears 25/actually 42, 6'1 clan toreador, chaotic neutral - julian ❤ pinterest board - quen/julian

*tierce hawke and rodaine amell belong to @sinquisition

[spiderwarden]

❛   i felt your absence.  ❜   ( from nathbryn )

Absence. The concept inspires the softness of her brow and with it Minthara searches for the ever dominating presence in her mind. The one that had silenced all previous convictions and drove her ambitions forward in the name of the Absolute. She searches Nathbryn's expression when she realizes that there had been nothing - nothing. Minthara tilts her head - as if straining to hear that overpowering presence screaming for the world to OBEY, for Minthara to obey.

The Night Warden had sought for an answer from the Absolute and found.. nothing. It was an alarming silence that spread from the other Drow and it made her hesitate - suddenly there had been a clarity to her thoughts with a silence she had never known before. Or -.. became unfamiliar with. Somewhere there was an absence of .. herself, who she was, what she was. She was of House Baenre - the Matron Heiress - A Paladin of Lolth.. She had a daughter..

"Silence." Word comes harshly with the sudden lower of her brow and the sudden vault shut of her own mind, "You speak blasphemy ... " And yet her brow softens again, "There is something about you that I cannot wrap my mind around-" And her hand lifts by her own head before dropping again, "You are an abnormality but it is not my place to question the judgment of the Absolute. Celebrate .. Sister, you have brought a victory today."

Quotes that Broke Me / accepting / @oflolth

[shadydruid]

✨️See how they kneel to us? We are their protectors, their salvation, and we will rule them, together.✨️

Minthara/Halsin Oracle Card is ready, 8/? ! Which path did you choose? Did you romance any of them?

[n1ghtwarden]

my little savior.

FROM THE DESK OF THE NIGHT WARDEN: SAINT MAUD. no longer accepting.

saviour. the word gives minthara pause; head tilted in interest when she watches alicent with hungry eyes, a low exhale leaving her breaking the silence that falls between them. the night warden had never felt the need to imagine herself as a knight; had never been one for the foolish stories from the above world singing of silver-clad warriors and their maidens fair, gone off to slay some dragon in exchange for a kiss. pathetic; weak - no; minthara does not consider herself a saviour of any sort so much as she knows herself to be a blade in the night - swift. sure. unrelenting. but the night warden does not need to be a knight to appreciate a beautiful woman such as @doloridis; and a thin smile cuts across her expression.

" such sweet words. " how quiet minthara's voice is; dangerously soft in the space between them as she watches alicent - takes in her pretty eyes; deep and warm as the glow of a torch in the underdark; the soft curls of hair that frame her face just so - the night warden is powerless to resist; and with a fluid, confident step, she comes close to alicent; a finger hooking under her chin to bring her lovely face into closer view; red, red eyes sweeping over her features, that wolfish smile still in place. " ...from such a pretty mouth. "

her fingertips are cool when they glide against alicent's jaw, ghosting against the warmth of her soft, soft skin - ghosting against the full swell of her lips, tracing her cupid's bow. " and if i am your... saviour, what does that make you? " the night warden's voice is a low, low rasp - caught within her throat as she leans in, slow in her approach; teasing. her other hand moves; tracing the curve of alicent's waist through the rich fabric of her dress - touch featherlight, but not hesitant. the night warden steps closer yet, chest to chest, brow to brow; her own lips ghosting against alicent's now as the hand that had so carefully traced them moves, fingertips gripping alicent's jaw; not firmly, but just enough to angle her in the way minthara demands - and ever one to tease, she denies a kiss.

instead, a dark chuckle catches in the back of her throat; looking down at alicent through half-lidded eyes; anticipating a reaction as the fingers at alicent's waist move upwards; tracing the curve of her ribcage. the night warden is a woman of many and great appetites - and in the name of every god minthara has a abandoned, she is starved. famished. it would be a shame not to drink her fill when a feast is waiting for her; and when she speaks, minthara savours the feeling of alicent's lips against hers - soft. kissable. but she is patient; ever so when need be. " i could think of a few names that would suit you, my lady. "

[shadydruid]

Art vs Arist 2024! Previous ones:

[n1ghtwarden]

on minthara's class, modifiers, and sub-class.

THE GODLESS PALADIN ( OATH OF VENGEANCE; HOMEBREW ). minthara says herself that 'while my faith is shattered, my oath still stands.' for a woman who has had every certainty taken from her and been ripped from all she's known, her oath remaining unbroken is important to her - it is one of the last remnants of her former identity and an anchor that she can hold on to and rally around.

as for the nature of minthara's oath, she does say that she was sworn to destroy all enemies of lolth - and looking at that, becoming a paladin to the absolute should have broken that oath. however, looking at the 5e homebrew binder, godless paladin's oaths can bend, not break, when the swearer is betrayed by their god. this bending likely occurred during minthara's indoctrination in the mind flayer colony. much like in the prison cells, minthara likely called out for lolth's aid, only to find the god she had spent her entire life serving silent. going off of her battle dialogue 'in the name of the absolute / in your name / in our name', minthara's oath shifted to the enemies of the cult once tadpole'd, before being freed by the party and finally becoming a full-fledged godless paladin by swearing vengeance against the absolute to tav/durge ( and there is something to be said for the devotion there; but that is for another post ); something that is solidified by her being unsure what will become of her oath once the battle is won.

her oath of vengeance carries the standard tenets, modified by her godless status - patron above all ( tav/durge will have her sword no matter what ), disavow the divine ( #fuckgods ) fight the greater evil, no mercy for sworn enemies, by any means nessecary, and restitution - the helping of those who have been harmed by her sworn enemies. minthara may never return to the path of a divinely bound paladin.

as a godless paladin, her abilities to differ from the traditional abilities of paladins - divine oath-bound or oath-broken included.

stench of the lamb. minthara can smell divine influence on another from up to 250 ft away, though stone and wood, and can identify the god as well. none of the divine smell pleasant to her, and depending on the strength of the smell, will make her physically ill.

resolve of the godless. minthara can identify objects of extreme importance to the gods; connected to stench of the lamb.

divine fury. minthara's anger towards the gods can be channelled into an extremely powerful smite - damage gets doubled.

defy the gods. minthara may resurrect a fallen person - either herself, or someone who she has sworn her oath to ( tav/durge ) and return them to the land of the living.

THE NIGHT WARDEN ( HOMEBREW SUBCLASS ). recently larian updated the game to remove the title of night warden after recruitment, implying it's a cult title - but failed to expand on what the hell that even is and why minthara is the only one to have that rank. i don't care + didn't ask + i control the lore + L so i decided to go with a homebrew concept i found on reddit and use when i play dnd with my own group, as i thought it added some interesting depth and implications to her backstory.

the night warden is a melee subclass who have given their bodies to the stars in order to adopt an elusive, fluid fighting style that makes them difficult to catch. minthara was an extremely skilled and prominent raider before her time in the cult of the absolute. given drow's sensitivity to the light, the far away stars are some of the few things that do not burn a drow's eyes above ground; and for a young minthara, that became a source of fascination. when she felt the call to give a part of herself to them in exchange for power, it was all too easy for her to agree - despite the fact it drew the wrath of lolth and her family ( which resulted in minthara's first and only trial by fire for a second chance ), her assuming the subclass of night warden turned her into a fearsome raider - hard to catch, hard to see - and deadlier than any before her. her warband became one of the baenre's heaviest hitters as a result of this choice, and minthara does not regret it.

while this homebrew class talks about resistance to cold damage/extra cold damage, i have adapted it to give more radiant damage/resistance to radiant damage - an excellent addition for a paladin to have. the addition of an elusive and fluid fighting style would also compliment the drow dual wielding fighting style of draa velve she uses. extra abilities from this subclass include:

lunar dance. movement speed is increased; minthara gains advantage to dodges.

starry presence. minthara is no longer susceptible to radiant damage when channeling this.

bewitching glimmer. minthara can summon an aura that gleams with the light of the stars, disorienting, beguiling, and entrancing enemies.

stellar radiance. if gravely wounded, minthara will not be killed outright, but instead drop to the brink of death - her aura will blind all within her radius (allied or otherwise) in a flash before vanishing.

[n1ghtwarden]

the grand gates of far far away loom in the middle distance. astarion is at the tail end of describing their mission, should minthara accept it: " - so, long story short, we're going to need to kill the fairy godmother. " he seems to remember who he's speaking to, then, and adds: " i mean fairy godmother as in overgrown pixie, not as in. well. " he waves a hand vaguely. " you know. me. and shadowheart! she counts, doesn't she? i assume she's the only other faerie-adjacent being you know; you'll have killed the others. anyway, i would hire an assassin, but there could be a dead clown or two in it for you. " astarion doesn't want to pay an assassin. the potential for dead clowns is technically true, though.

truth be told, the night warden is only half listening - saddle-sore from a long journey upon a mount she is not familiar with; all for shadowheart and her craving for burger prince - whatever that was. if the food of faerûn's surface had served as a prelude, then minthara had little hope for anything better than bland, greasy swill. a sigh - the hard line of her shoulders dropping; exasperation pinching her features until she sours completely - astarion's voice a dreadful buzz in her ear --- much like that hellish music floating from beyond the gates of this lime-stone city, so aptly named far far away. surely it could not be an anthem - if it was, the night warden is not sure if she yet lives, or has somehow ended up in a circle of the hells.

" astarion, will you still your tongue before i slice it from your yapping mouth? " comes the irate growl; voice snapping as she glances sidelong, expression taut with disgust. " i take it you have been here before, given your generous description of the locale. why do you not work as a guide? if there is indeed a most delightful clown to draw and quarter, there may be silver in it for you. if not, you will end up on the wrong end of my sword; and the pleasure i will take in dismembering you will more than make up for any lack of clown in the area, little jester. "