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underdark-dreams · 1 year ago
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I just binged all your Rolan x Tav fics on here (about to go to A03 and give kudos ❤️) and just wanted to say 😩😩 Perfect! AND! I saw you wanted suggestions! i would love to see the first interact/first meeting of Rolan and Tav from his POV if you felt inclined! No pressure! Thank you, keep up the good work! ❤️
I've grown so fond of this vague fem Tav I keep pairing with Rolan...so I hope these pronouns are ok for this request! Tav gets her name finally. (Cal and Lia also barged their way into this one in a big way)
Blades and Spells
A sanctimonious soldier isn't Rolan's idea of a good person to know, but is seems Tav is doing her damnedest to prove him wrong. The day of their first meeting at the Grove.
Tags: Fem Tav, Fluff, First Meetings, Sibling Bonding
Word Count: 4,322 [Read on AO3]
"We don't even know these people—"
"They're the closest thing we've got to kin, and you know it!"
The bright and promising midday had been punctured by a bloody ambush at the gate. Kanon was dead—a goblin booyagh's arrow and a nasty fall behind the front wall. No doubt his body was still cooling just a short walk from where the three siblings stood inside the shaded mouth of the Grove.
Their caravan's brief respite was shaken by the attack. Zevlor had retreated to strategize; the other Tieflings were on edge, a few downright panicked, the fresh tension around them only fueling the siblings’ words. 
It had been weeks since he and Lia had a proper fight—Rolan felt all the pent-up anger rolling out now.
Lia stood with fists braced on her hips. "And what about the goblins? I know you're handy with a spell, Rolan, but I seriously don't fancy our chances alone on the Risen Road."
"Did you not see what just happened?" Rolan said, casting an arm behind his sister toward the gate. "That treasure-hunting idiot just led them right down on our heads. There’s bound to be more, and I don’t want us sticking around to find out how many."
"That’s all the more reason to stay!” Lia’s voice rose to match his. “These people aren't fighters, Rolan. We’d be cowards to leave. We can protect them—we should—"
“Or keep making a scene,” Cal said from the sidelines, to no one in particular. The other Tieflings had grown used to their bickering many miles ago.
Lia was undeterred. "Is this about your precious Lorroakan? Because I promise you, Rolan, he'll still be there when we finally get to Baldur's Gate."
Rolan's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Oh of course not, why would I want to achieve my lifelong dream, see my family finally be safe and provided for along the way—"
"Don't put this on me and Cal," his sister warned. "It's all the same excuse, you'd have left these people yesterday—"
"Because they're not my kin!" Rolan practically shouted, not caring how far his voice carried. "No matter how many times you say it! I'm not going to risk all three of our lives, our futures, on people who can't seem to keep themselves alive. How do you think I'd feel if I let anything happen to you? Either of you?"
"We know, Rolan," Cal interjected, trying to bring a little understanding.
"If you care about me and my future—" Lia jabbed a sharp nail at Rolan's chest—"you won't ask me to turn my back on these people when they need our help."
As Rolan opened his mouth to respond, he caught motion in his periphery. He turned to see an unfamiliar face standing at the edge of their conversation. The stranger rested a hand on her sword pommel, looking on quietly curious at the scene.
"Yes?" Rolan snapped at her. Sticking your nose into a private conversation hardly deserved politeness.
“Wait," Cal piped up beside him. “I saw you at the gate after the goblins."
Lia was quick to follow, disagreement all but forgotten. “You fought out there just now?” She sounded practically jealous. “Sweet hells, that must have been a rush. We owe you.”
"Good timing, that’s all," the stranger replied, shifting her weight a little. From real or false modesty Rolan couldn't tell.
He finally recognized her then—the one he saw speaking with Zevlor for quite a while immediately after the attack. Judging by the flecks of wet blood on her equipment, and on that of her companions behind her, these were the surprise reinforcements he'd already heard other refugees chatting about in energetic tones.
They weren't so impressive in person. Scrappy, in Rolan's private judgment. His eyes passed over the pouting cleric, the murderous-looking Githyanki with a massive sword on her back, the elf who was glancing around himself as though trying to decide which element of his current surroundings he disliked most. 
The other wizard looked sane enough, Rolan allowed. He could practically feel the ripples in the Weave all around the man's shoulders. Perhaps Rolan would have a chance at an intelligent conversation in this place after all.
As for the one in front—she smiled pleasantly at Rolan despite having just walked from a goblin ambush. That, to his mind, marked her as the most eccentric of all.
"Tav," she said, extending her sword hand. Rolan glanced down at the dark stains on her fingers.
Wasn't this hovel filthy enough? His clothes already smelled of smoke and grease from days in close quarters; he drew the line at smearing them with goblin blood.
Tav tracked his eyes, letting out an awkward laugh as she moved to wipe her palm on her pants. From beside him, Lia firmly intercepted the handshake.
"Lia. Forgive my brother, you know how wizards are about their robes." His sister's tone was light, but she shot him a look from the corner of her eye. 
As if Rolan cared what some passing stranger thought of him. If he’d had his way, they wouldn't be here to have this conversation at all. But Cal introduced himself as well, looking a bit starstruck.
“Well met,” Tav told them, Rolan included. “Sorry, I know I’m interrupting.”
Perhaps sensing Rolan was about to agree, Lia jumped in. “Please. It’s a pleasure to meet people willing to risk their necks for a bunch of strangers, especially Tieflings. You all heading to Baldur’s Gate?”
“Aye. Same as you, I imagine—”
The inanity was enough to drive Rolan mad; it was like their first days on the road from Elturel all over again. He crossed his arms and zoned out as she and his sister made their meaningless smalltalk. He'd rather get his tail stepped on than do this painful getting-to-know with one more person they’d never see again. 
Then he heard Lorroakan's name, and his ears perked up.
“He’s taken Rolan as an apprentice,” Cal was telling Tav proudly.
"Have you met Archmage Lorroakan?" Rolan asked her, suddenly interested in the conversation again. Tav looked at him with hesitation.
"Not personally. Gale said—" She glanced down the slope deeper into the Grove, and Rolan realized that the companions behind her had all trickled away in the short moment he hadn’t been paying attention. Seeking rest and recuperation, no doubt. "Gale was saying he's heard of him."
The human wizard, Rolan gathered. Hearing a stranger speak the archwizard’s name somehow rekindled the fire in Rolan’s chest, one he hadn’t realized had grown so low on fuel. He clenched his fist beside his robes and felt the crinkle of Lorroakan’s letter there in his pocket.
Tav was regarding him with a quizzical expression. "I mean, if an archmage that famous has an apprenticeship waiting for you…I guess I can’t blame you for wanting to move on sooner than later."
"Naturally," Rolan said, a bit stiff. It annoyed him that this newcomer could see more sense than his own siblings.
Then she continued. "But Lia's right. You three seem like you can handle yourselves, and I'm not sure the same could be said for everyone here. We'll need every fighting soul to defend against that goblin nest. Especially you—" Tav directed the comment to Rolan. "Having another Weave caster could make all the difference."
Well, so much for sense. Speaking of we and us as if they all had the same goals. A transparent tactic. Rolan wasn't sure what altruistic world Tav had waltzed out of, but he'd heard enough rousing speeches on kinship and unity from people like Zevlor to last him a lifetime. He wasn't about to listen to one from a stranger.
She was correct, however, to acknowledge the value of his skills. No one on the road here had displayed anything close to what Rolan knew he was capable of.
He glanced one more time between his siblings. The set of Lia's jaw told him her mind was well made up. Cal just looked hopeful for a resolution.
Rolan swore. "Fine. We've only taken our damn time getting here, what’s a few more days lost? If we’re lucky, we’ll reach the city with a good story, at least."
"Thank you, Rolan." Lia was meek now that she'd gotten her way.
“You must be quite skilled,” added Tav, sizing him up a bit. "To catch the eye of the Archwizard of Baldur's Gate."
Rolan didn’t miss a beat. "I am.” Cal rolled his eyes over Tav’s shoulder, but Rolan ignored him. “I’ve been manipulating the Weave since I was a child.”
“It’s true,” Lia confirmed. Still feeling guilty about winning the fight, perhaps.
“Really?” Tav broke into a grin, clearly impressed. Rolan drank in the admiration. "Good thing you're staying, then."
Behind his pride, Rolan couldn't help but feel a bit manipulated. Perhaps Tav wasn't the unsophisticated sellsword that she’d appeared at first.
"Well, I should go find the crew before they make too much trouble.” Tav was turning to leave before she paused, sheepish. “Say—don’t suppose druids keep a blacksmith around? One of those worgs’ teeth put a big scratch in my baby here.” As she spoke she looked down at the sword belted to her hip, almost like an indulgent parent.
“Dammon can fix you up,” Lia told her at once. “He’s one of us, a Tiefling. And he’s damn good. Take a left down the hill and you can’t miss him. Follow the loud noises,” she added, with a grin to match.
“Cheers,” Tav told her. “See you all later?”
The three of them watched her figure disappear deeper into the Grove. 
"She stabbed a warg right up close,” Lia murmured, sounding morbidly inspired. “That’s incredible.”
Rolan scoffed at her. “Better to kill it from a distance and not damage your most valuable piece of equipment in the process.”
“Hey.” Cal glanced over to his older brother. “Did you even tell her your name?”
Rolan wasn’t concerned. “I’ll tell her later, if she’s still around.” She and her companions would remember his name soon enough—them and all of Baldur's Gate.
In these cramped quarters, it didn’t take long before they encountered Tav again. Her hands swung a bit awkwardly at her sides, as if she didn’t know what to do with them. Her scabbard clanked empty against her greaves; presumably, Dammon was hard at work repairing her blade. 
Cal and Lia practically swooped down beside her as she approached. Rolan tried to hide his scowl at their eagerness.
"Have you been around the place yet? Cal and I can show you around, if you’ve got time.”
“I’d like that,” she told them both with a genuine smile. “Perhaps later, if you���re willing? Zevlor told me about your…druid problem. I promised him I’d have a talk with Kagha.”
Who had elected her emissary? Rolan glowered. "I assure you, the druids will tell you it's a foulblood problem."
It wiped the smile from her face, and Rolan found it difficult to feel bad. She wanted to dig through other people's problems? She could get used to uncovering ugly things.
"Yes…well. I'd prefer to keep an open mind," she told him evenly. With another small comment to his brother and sister, she continued on toward the deep clearing where the druids were gathering in preparation for their rite. A place strictly off-limits for Tieflings.
Lia rounded on him. "I swear, you embarrass me worse than Cal sometimes."
Cal frowned. "Hey—"
"Because you care too much about what people think," Rolan answered his sister. "Believe me, she and her people don't care about us. Didn't you hear her little speech before? She only wants more bodies for the fight."
Internally, Rolan was still bristling at the idea that Tav had complimented and cajoled him into staying at the Grove. He didn’t truly believe that was the reason for his decision, but the fact that she’d gotten to him at all unsettled him.
“Come on.” Lia knocked her arm against his playfully, an effort at reconciliation. “I’m just saying, Rolan. It costs nothing to be a bit nicer to people around here.”
Rolan heaved a sigh. Even he was growing weary from all the bickering they’d done today, though he’d never admit that to his sister. “All right. I’ll try, if it makes you happy. But believe me—people like her look after themselves. And I intend to look after us.”
Tav hadn’t been in the heart of the Grove for more than ten minutes before she reappeared, practically stomping up the path from the Kagha’s inner sanctum. Apparently the emissary work wasn’t going so well. Without her sword, her hands were clenched at her sides in empty fists. Her expression was thunderous.
“Have you seen Zevlor?” She asked the three of them as she approached, bypassing the smalltalk Rolan was beginning to expect from her. He directed her back toward the carved door in the corner of the cave. 
“Everything all right?” Rolan asked, curious in spite of himself.
Tav exhaled sharp through her nose. “Kagha was having a grand time interrogating a hostage. That little girl, Arabella.”
“What?” Cal’s voice rang with alarm.
“I guess she tried to steal the druids’ carving of Silvanus,” Tav told him. “The one they need for their ceremony. Her mother was nearly out of her mind…the child’s all right,” she added in haste. “Back safe with her parents now, but shaken up.”
Lia quivered with outrage at Rolan’s side. “Thank the hells you intervened.”
“Of course,” Tav replied at once, as if the situation called for nothing less. “I understand it’s the idol of their deity, but by all the gods…Kagha was ready to call her asp down on a terrified child.”
“That fucking viper." 
Cal wasn’t referring to the snake; his siblings both glanced at him in surprise. He was a gentle soul, but if Cal cared about anything, it was protecting the young ones.
Tav seemed of the same mind. “There’s something about her,” she agreed with a dark look. Abruptly, she wheeled on Rolan. “What do you think?”
She sought his opinion as a wizard, he realized. All three of them were watching him, in fact, hanging on for his answer.
“Ritual magic is quite different from the Weave,” Rolan replied carefully. “Especially druidic magic. I don’t have the same feel for it. But Kagha…” 
He cast his mind back to the first day their bedraggled caravan arrived in the Grove. The lot of them exhausted and bloodied after fighting off goblins and gnolls just up the road. Halsin, the massive elf who was then First Druid, squaring his shoulders above the smaller woman who somehow seemed to tower to his same height.
“She’s powerful,” Rolan decided. “Quite. Where it comes from, I couldn’t say.”
Tav was staring at him with an intensity Rolan hadn’t seen on her face yet. She looked far more intimidating than she had to him before. 
But then she let out a thoughtful hum, and her features were back to their usual lightness. “I guess that’s one more reason to find this Halsin sooner rather than later.”
They all watched her take her leave toward Zevlor’s makeshift war room, the stone door sliding shut again behind her.
As the sun dipped below the horizon and a stiff evening breeze picked up at the cave’s entrance, Rolan and his siblings settled toward the insulated back wall of the Grove where Okta was tending hearth. Whatever the old woman had simmering in her massive cauldron smelled a bit like damp wool, but the warmth of the coals underneath was toasty and wonderful against the skin on Rolan’s face and hands.
Cal and Lia were in wistful discussion on either side of him—something about which landmarks of the city they wanted to visit first. Rolan let the feel of the conversation wash over him without hearing the words. His eyes were on the glowing coals, but his mind was also on Baldur's Gate—that and its great archwizard. 
You are fortunate, young Rolan. The flourish with which Lorroakan had written his name floated through his mind's eye. Even the parchment itself was heavy and fine, almost promising of better things. Rolan’s fingers brushed the hip pocket of his robes again as if to assure himself. He still carried the letter with him everywhere, though he’d long since memorized its contents.
From behind him Rolan heard the sounds of a friendly disagreement and turned to look. Tav again. He shouldn’t be surprised; the woman seemed to be everywhere today. 
Across the path, she was engaged in a polite argument with Dammon at his tent. The smith held a hand up as if refusing something. Rolan caught sight of the polished sword pommel back in her scabbard once more, and surmised that Dammon must be turning down payment for the repair job after her help at the gate today. That seemed like his chivalrous style. 
Indeed, Rolan watched her tuck her leather coin purse away and offer a hand instead. Dammon accepted and shook it with a warm smile.
As he continued watching, the two struck up a friendly conversation. Rolan supposed a soldier would find much more to talk about with a smith than with an apprentice wizard. Her hand was draped at rest over her sword hilt again; that seemed to be an idle habit of hers. 
He remembered the city guard back in Elturel displaying the same gesture while posted at watch, and wondered whether she might be in a similar line of work. Back in…wherever it was she hailed from.
Insipid questions that Rolan nevertheless filed away in his mind to ask her at some point. If nothing else, it would make Lia happy to see him making an effort. Being nice.
Rolan glanced again at the dark stains on her fingers. She hadn't taken time to wash and rest yet since the fight. It was all over her, goblin blood and human, small flecks of it visible on her clothing and chestplate and even on the side of her face. Didn't she find it unpleasant? It would drive him mad. But it didn't seem to concern her, and Dammon certainly didn't look bothered.
The smith said something that made her laugh then, and a dimple appeared in Tav's blood-spattered cheek.
Dammon had an easy way about him that always seemed to earn him fast friends. Right now, Rolan found he was a bit envious of the trait. He didn't intend to come off as such a prickly ass, as Lia so affectionately liked to call him—though time and again he seemed to manage it. 
The constant setbacks between them and Baldur's Gate had just soured Rolan's mood in recent weeks, he told himself. His apprenticeship was all his mind could dwell on at rest, and each delay was harder to bear than the last.
But none of that was really Tav's fault. Inwardly, he could admit that Lia would have talked him into staying on her own anyway. Rolan found himself hoping that he'd made a non-terrible impression on the newcomer.
An elbow in his ribs broke his line of thought. "What?" Rolan looked around, rubbing the spot with a hand.
"I said, you're staring," Cal repeated. He and Lia were both looking at him—Rolan didn't like the expression on either face.
"Shut up," he said, though neither of them had spoken. "She's got blood all over her, who wouldn't?"
"I'm just saying." Cal put up both palms, his eyebrows raised. "From your face, you didn't seem that put off."
"Maybe she’d like to see your Thunderwave, Rolan," his sister suggested.
"You're both idiots." Rolan turned around with arms crossed, watching Okta pluck a dead chicken as though it might be interesting. The idiots on either side were not so easily deterred.
"There’s something about a woman in armor, isn't there, Cal?"
"I've always thought so." Cal leaned a forearm on Rolan's shoulder, sounding quite sincere. "Hey, you could offer to magic the bloodstains off her stuff for her. Use that presto—presti—"
"Prestidigitation," Rolan supplied, eyes still on Okta's cooking. A shockingly good idea from Cal. But it would be strange to offer that to a person he'd just met; Rolan dismissed the thought.
"She should've just taken the time to clean it herself before it all dried," Rolan said aloud. "The way her companions did, no doubt. Instead of running back and forth back here all day."
"Yeah," Lia drawled. "Saving little girls from pit vipers. What a waste of time."
“Well, only one way to find out if she’s interested.” Cal turned around and cupped a hand to his mouth. “Hey, Tav—”
Rolan would have smacked the back of his brother’s head had the woman not already turned toward the sound of her name. She approached their spot near the hearth looking politely curious.
“Lia was just wondering,” Cal started in—leaving Rolan’s name out of it, a smart choice for his skull— “won’t it take a long time to get all the stains out of your armor?” 
“Oh.” Tav sounded taken aback, but glanced down at herself as if just now noticing the state of her equipment. “Oh yeah, this’ll cost me a good half hour at least. And probably both my elbows,” she added with chagrin. “Damn. Got distracted by everything, I guess.”
“Because Rolan can magic it off in a second,” Lia said in a rush.
"Really?" Far from averse, she was looking at Rolan with sudden enthusiasm. "I didn’t know magic could—I mean, of course it can. I guess. Why, are you offering…?” She glanced between him and his siblings then, as if finally picking up on the strange energy between them.
Rolan felt all three pairs of eyes come to rest on him. He could hardly back out now. “If you’re interested,” he told her.
“Hells yes,” Tav laughed. “Are you kidding?”
Lia clapped her hands together softly. “Excellent. Well, since Tav’s interested—” She placed a strange emphasis on the word, one Rolan hoped only he noticed— “Cal and I should get going to set up camp. See you both later?”
“Right,” Cal agreed at once. With that, the pair of them slipped off in a few flicks of the tail. 
What a couple of damned children. Rolan let out a heavy sigh; they seemed determined to try every last slip of patience he had.
Tav followed him to a spot closer to the back corner of the Grove, a bit removed from the sounds and smells. A stream of cool air seeped in from somewhere outside the walls, and Rolan breathed in gratefully. He had found it hard to concentrate in the stale surroundings of this place.
“Right.” She stood opposite him, looking a bit unsure. “How does this work, exactly?”
“Just keep still,” Rolan advised her. This would be easier if she took off the pieces of her half-plate first, but asking her to do that seemed unthinkably familiar.
She did as he directed. “Sure you’re not going to transform me into a pigeon or something? Give me wings?”
“This is the simplest spell there is, I’m not an idiot.” Rolan’s tone was irritable, but it only made her laugh. He realized that she was teasing him.
Regardless, Rolan steadied his stance and reached out to the Weave. Whether or not it was technically correct, it was the way he’d taught himself. 
Breathe in—quiet each thought—feel the air above and the ground below—
Like a warm embrace from the oldest friend, the Weave flowed as a golden light into his cupped hand. Rolan formed the clear intention in his mind and guided the magic toward her. 
“It tickles,” Tav said in surprise, but he could tell she was doing her best to keep still. Her eyes were squeezed shut for some reason.
Rolan blinked at her, not sure how long she had expected this to take. “You can—it’s done.”
“Really?” Tav looked across her chest and shoulders and the greaves on her legs, admiring their new shine. “Wow…neat trick, that. So you’re saying Gale’s been watching us polish our armor and weapons every night when he could just use the Weave for two seconds?”
“The manipulation does take energy,” Rolan told her, not wanting to discredit a fellow wizard while he wasn’t here to defend himself.
Her expression changed a bit. Then she reached a hand to his shoulder. “Thanks for this, Rolan. It might be simple to you, but—” She dropped her arm and cast around with a tired laugh. “Life has honestly been…kind of terrible lately. Thank you for making it better.”
Rolan felt he could stand to hear more of that story, but he doubted she'd want to tell it. “You’re welcome,” he told her instead.
It was a bit awkward traveling back through the winding Grove together toward the entrance, but it could hardly be avoided. Their camps were both in the same direction.
The night patrol were watching vigilantly from the wall; the massive carved gate raised before them as if in anticipation. Rolan stepped out into the dark, cool evening with another grateful breath.
Beside him, Tav sighed wearily. "Well, 'night. Off to enjoy my extra sleep," she said with another smile to him before she turned away.
No such easy goodnight for him, Rolan knew. He imagined Cal and Lia perching awake on their bedrolls, eager to hear what chaos or embarrassment or both their meddling had caused for him this time. 
More concerning to him right now was the way his shoulder seemed to radiate where she'd placed a grateful hand before. Rolan rolled his arm a little, trying to shake the tingling warmth near his collar bone. It didn't quite work.
But perhaps he'd think about that tomorrow.
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risaxrisa · 6 months ago
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thegoblinwitchqueen's lovely Fallout OC, Jett!
I may or may not have a TINY crush on her...*awkward coughs*
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dontbegreedy · 2 months ago
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Celeste and Rolan by @thegoblinwitchqueen <3
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ell-vellan · 5 days ago
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Seven Sentence Sunday
Thank you for tagging me, @hemlocks-grove! Good timing as I've been editing today. I didn't actually write this today but I *did* edit it so I'm counting it. Also, it's possible I have posted this before - that's how long I've been working on this idea aha.
I'd hoped to actually post this chapter but now Ao3 is down, so, here ya go, have this to tide you over until I can post the whole thing I guess lol.
He was a handsome older elf, lively and engaging the patrons around him. Holding court, making them laugh. Bits and pieces of a charming Antivan accent floated above the bar noise: suave, charismatic, happily captivating everyone's attention. “So, funny thing,” Bull continued, eyeing her warily. “He’s here because I wrote him.” Slowly, she turned back around, her muscles going tense as realization dawned. “Bull.”
Tagging: @thegoblinwitchqueen @idolsgf @the-grandest-plan and anybody who wrote anything today!
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darkurgetrash · 8 months ago
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BG3 Backstory Bash by Kelandrin
Introducing Volyrr - a.k.a, my Dark Urge!
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Thank you to @charmedcleric and @auspex-author for this tag!! I'm a bit late to it because I wanted to do it for my durge character Volyrr (he/they) but my computer deleted all my screenshots of him & his save file off my memory stick (laptop went for repairs) because it hates him. 😔 Now that I've healed from that annoyance and have restarted his save file... on with the tag! I tag @thisisagift-youknow, @savriea, and @thegoblinwitchqueen ~ no pressure!
AN: I have ideas to eventually write a prequel Durgetash fanfic using Volyrr. If you think that's something you might be interested in, (it won't be for a while) you might not want to read the following as there will be heavy spoilers!
Baby:
Birth/Parents:
Volyrr's father is Bhaal who, of course, poofed him into the world. He was created to be a Lolth-sworn drow to put fear into the heart of his enemies, however, before he could be found by Drow in the Underdark, he was discovered by a Myconid colony who took him in and raised him as their own.
First word / tantrum / walk / sickness:
He communicated with Myconid's through telepathy, so his technical first word wasn't actually until he was six, when he said 'thank you' in common to a travelling merchant who'd gifted him an apple from the surface.
Childhood:
Friends:
Volyrr had friendships within the Myconid colony and was wary of any outsiders. He never met another child throughout his whole childhood as Myconid's are created, not born, and children don't tend to explore the Underdark. Because of this, his main friendships outside of family came from animals of the Underdark - especially the rothe.
Siblings:
He did not have siblings in a typical manner - the whole Myconid colony were his caregivers without any distinctive roles.
Getting into trouble:
He rarely got into trouble as there wasn't much potential to; he was well disciplined by the colony and taught that peace was the ultimate way of life.
Birthday:
The concept of 'birthday' was foreign to him during his childhood. Later in life, he decided to just tell people it was the same day as Winter Solstice because it was easy to remember.
Games / Learning something new:
Because of his unique upbringing, he developed druidic powers (Circles of Spores, for obvious reasons) very early. His favourite game was to transform into a rothe and race against his animal friends. He was a very athletic kid.
Trauma:
He was a happy child, content living the Myconid way of life because he didn't know there was any other alternative. He, of course, experienced deaths within the colony - but was taught that death was a beautiful inevitability. He didn't fear it.
Teenager:
Rebellion / Running away:
I moved this label to the top of this section as it's important for clarifying the rest. When he started puberty (age 20) he also started developing the Dark Urges™ from papa Bhaal. It wasn't long until he was cast out of his colony as they revered peace even above family and could sense his urges through their telepathic bond. The urges became worse after leaving the colony and lead him to the surface, where he spent the majority of his time in wild form, hunting down prey to satisfy his urges.
Reckless behaviour:
Volyrr was reckless in murdering adventurers, not knowing the laws of the land. He was caught in the act many times but his druidic magic was powerful and witnesses didn't stand a chance. He only got seriously hurt a handful of times and was able to escape and heal himself with medicine proficiency.
First love:
After some decades of living mostly in wild form, Volyrr had learnt a lot about surface society by watching passing adventurers and had picked up a good amount of common - though was a selective-mute who rarely spoke. He travelled to Baldur's Gate and there met a fellow run-away - Enver Gortash, who was of the same proportional age (late-teen). Volyrr's quiet disposition and Enver's chatty, outgoing personality made for a compatible dynamic, and so they became fast friends. Volyrr quickly developed a crush on Enver; the first person to ever bother getting to know him as people were always put off by his drow birth and mutism.
Peer pressure:
Some years later, Gortash was recruited by the cult of Bane and pressured Volyrr into joining him. After doing so, Volyrr started receiving direct communication from his father in the form of Sceleritas Fel and decided to join the cult of Bhaal instead. This caused a rift in his and Enver's relationship and they fell out as a result.
Taking responsibility:
Volyrr was never forced to take responsibility for his crimes as there were never any surviving witnesses to them and he was encouraged by the cult of Bhaal to continue his murdering ways.
Adulthood:
Aging:
Again, I moved this to the top just for consistency's sake! Volyrr ages as a normal drow - reaching adolescence at age 20 and adulthood at 80. At the start of Baldur's Gate 3, he is in his mid-nineties.
Their "first time":
His first time was with Enver after they reunited over a decade after falling out, now both the chosen of their gods. It had happened spontaneously after they'd gotten drunk celebrating having stolen the Crown of Karsus.
Serious relationships:
After his first time with Enver, the two started acting more as a couple than just friends/partners in crime. The two never labelled their relationship and weren't exclusive, but Enver was his first love and first relationship.
After losing his memories during the events of Baldur's Gate 3, he entered into a serious relationship with Astarion and later Halsin as a polycule. When he re-met Enver in Baldur's Gate, he had no recollection of the relationship they once had and was convinced by Halsin to kill him rather than partner with him; ending the archduke's reign of terror.
Work:
Before BG3, he was the chosen of Bhaal and ran the cult of Bhaal. After the events of BG3, he returns to the Underdark with Astarion and the other vampire spawn, helping to source food for them.
Finding your place:
When Volyrr had woken up on the Nautiloid, the only memories he had were of his childhood before the urges began - this meant that he had advanced knowledge of the Underdark and still largely considered it his home. This is one of the reasons he chose to join Astarion in the Underdark rather than stay with Halsin on the surface - the other reason being that he knew Astarion would need him more. Halsin didn’t join the two, not able to leave nature behind, and so they departed amicably as friends.
Starting a family/ Found family:
Volyrr had travelled only with Astarion and Halsin, loving them both with his whole heart. After moving to the Underdark with Astarion, he considered the vampire spawn to be his new family, thinking it reminiscent of the Myconid colony he grew up in... also, he adopts a Bulette as his pet, names it Meatball, and uses it to ride around like a horse. 🫡
Thanks for reading this essay of a character background!😆 I hope it all makes sense and has minimal typos because I just proper smashed it out. I just love my guy so much and I hope that you do too now.🥺❤️ It'll be fun to eventually write fanfic for him. I might do another one of these posts for Tavlyn after finishing LMTTD, but I with hold off for now because spoilers. 😉 xo
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leafkingofbirds · 1 year ago
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Because I miss them so much I commissioned this gorgeous art from @thegoblinwitchqueen
Ty ty I love themm
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atombonniebaby · 2 years ago
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(Dang...this has been sitting in my drafts! whoops!) Aww this is so sweet! Thank you the the lovely @sassenashsworld for tagging me ❤️
Passing on the love to the next 10: @fallout-new-mudkip @adventuresofmeghatron @druidgroves @just-another-wasteland-merc @maccreadysbaby @bluegrasskitty @danses-with-dogmeat @perfectlypreservedpie @theartofblossoming @thegoblinwitchqueen
As an AuADHD gal... Fallout 4 (ok specifically MacCadoodle) is absolutely my hyperfixation so guys just make my brain buzzzzzz 🙌🏻
I'm still relatively new on here (previously named Neurodivergent Dweller) I came from AO3 to follow my favorite Sole Survivor x MacCready writers back in January and found so much more!
Somewhere around my high school years I stopped drawing and writing and you guys somehow helped me find that again... I'm 31 now... It's been a while!
It's been a blast so far, establishing Beth and her dynamic with Mac...
He's clearly thrilled 🤣
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You guys and the rest of my followers are amazing 🙌🙌🙌
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Just wanted to say that I love your work ❤️❤️🥹 keep it up!
thank you so so much <3 <3 <3
ive been trying so hard for two months to write something just anything at all and its been killing me that i havent been able to finish anything
thank you so much for sticking with me and being so supportive! it really does mean a lot
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dontbegreedy · 2 months ago
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Surana and Alistair by @thegoblinwitchqueen <3
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ell-vellan · 2 years ago
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This fic - my first ever posted fanfiction and longest things I've ever written - just reached 10 thousand hits today. I'm floored.
💞 Thank you to everyone who's read and re-read and reached out about it. Thank you @thegoblinwitchqueen for drawing me so much fanart and @meanestmeanie for beta-ing. Posting this and even talking about my writing still makes me nervous but it's brought so much good into my life, not the least of which has been new friends, so thank you.
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“Aneth Ara”
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Ellawyn belongs to @ell-vellan
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ell-vellan · 1 month ago
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Six Sentence Sunday (on Tuesday)
Tagged by @thebookworm0001 ! Thank you!!
This scene popped into my head last night. I don't know what it's gonna be yet, lol, but since I literally just finished writing it I figured this counted 😄 (though literally I didn't count if it's exactly six)
Tagging @the-grandest-plan @thegoblinwitchqueen @idolsgf and anyone else who is writing something right now!
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Suddenly she found herself flipped - with a yelp  of surprise, her back slammed to the bed and Bull was now straddling her.  She hadn't even felt him preparing to move. He stared down at her, intense. “I want you to try new things,” he said, after a moment of admiring the rising blush in her cheeks with smug satisfaction. "Maybe you don't like 'em, and that's fine. You're scared of stuff changing, but doesn't mean you're losing anything. This can evolve. Maybe you want to see how you feel, reclaiming some power with me now that you're not Inquisitor anymore and don't get the chance to boss me around like you used to.”
“I'll always be the Inquisitor,” Ellawyn murmured, resigned.
“Can't have an Inquisitor when there's no Inquisition."
He had a point.
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ell-vellan · 4 months ago
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Six-Song Soundtrack Tag Game
@shivunin tagged me! thank you ❤️ I'll do this for Ellawyn Lavellan:
If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following: 1. An event that defines your character's past 2. How your character sees themselves 3. How others view them 4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic) 5. A major fight scene 6. End credits song
1. Surface Pressure – Jessica Darrow
2. Human by Christina Perri (ironically…as she’s an elf lol)
3. God of a Girl – Georgi Kay (this one was difficult! But this is probably the closest song on my playlist for her)
4. Island by SVRCINA
5. Flight Risk by Tommy Lefoy (not a fight-fight scene, but a relationship one)
6. Come Alive – Rachel Taylor
Tagging @thebookworm0001 @thegoblinwitchqueen @the-grandest-plan @not-so-dead-fandoms
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ell-vellan · 2 months ago
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WIP Wednesday
(ignore that it's currently Thursday)
tagged by @idolsgf weeks ago, thanks for the tag, sorry for the delay :D
I've been messing with this Solavellan argument lately, inspired by a minor scene I just finished in my most recent playthrough that I thought should have gotten more attention.
tagging @thegoblinwitchqueen @thebookworm0001 @hemlocks-grove @the-grandest-plan and anyone else who's writing something they want to share!
“There was nothing you could have done, vhenan.”
“I could have been there!” Anera exclaimed, outraged and anguished. “I should have been there. I told him I would explore the tomb with him. Our people died. How is it that you feel nothing? Taven…His people. His clan - he was their First, Solas! You don't understand that loss. You couldn’t possibly.”
Solas gazed at her with stoic sympathy. He always kept his emotions so well buttoned up, which was a trait she had often admired - but at the moment, the lack of feeling in his face was infuriating. Another sign he didn’t feel the same pain she did, that he was so separate from her people that this loss didn’t feel personal to him, as it did to her.
“I do not,” Solas said gently. His voice was measured, careful. Sympathetic, but distant. “They were strangers to us, Anera. We have seen many such deaths; I can't claim that they affect me equally. But think, perhaps, that if you had been there, all that would have happened is you would have died alongside them. And your life is more important to me - to the world - than theirs."
“I wouldn't have,” Anera hissed. “And you know that. Corypheus himself tried. He couldn't kill me. His little Venatori puppets can't touch me! You and I both know it would have been different.”
Solas’ lips pressed tightly together, a bloodless line. His disappointment in her was palpable. He'd admonished her arrogance before, her recklessness. But he said nothing further. In his mind, he’d likely already said all he thought was required. 
“You will never understand what it is to lose your kin–”
At this, his eyes narrowed, and his expression darkened with hurt and something more than anger - a cold, insulted disdain that chilled her to her bones. He took a few steps toward her, head cocked, and Anera felt the rest of her angry words instantly die on her lips, unconsciously taking a half-step back.
His aristocratic voice was soft but venomous, each word laid down heavily, blow after blow. “I shall never know? You have no concept of loss. What I have seen, the losses I have known. How it feels. Dirthara-ma banal.”
May you never learn.
“Witnessing loss in the Fade is hardly the same!” Anera shot back, even as she knew it was unfair, even as she knew Solas was hinting at something he had never deigned to share with her. The Great Secret, she had come to think of it. His hidden background, why he never spoke of his past, why he kept himself apart from his people to travel alone in the realm of long-lost memories. He had periods of melancholy, long periods of silent contemplation where he seemed lost in another world. She sensed there was something terrible lurking in his history, something he buried, and had never been able to let himself be vulnerable enough to let anyone share his burden.
But if she did not know his loss, that was his own fault. And her anger was a stampede that kept her mouth running recklessly full speed ahead.
“You don't consider yourself to have much in common with elves, I know, I know. But you are an elf, Solas. No matter how you may disavow us - no matter the reason - we Dalish are all that is left of what once existed of our people. Yes, perhaps we are flawed! We re-inact half-remembered rituals and sing mistranslated songs. Our stories change with each re-telling. Our memory is imperfect, and every year we forget more and more. But no one else is even trying. Who else is trying to remember Arlathan and the old ways? You disdain our attempts as if you know better, as if we are but foolish children, play-acting our past greatness, clinging to scraps. What do you do, Solas, but run away? Escape reality to wander through a world of dreams? I don’t want the last of my culture to be lost to memories in the Beyond, forgotten to all but a few. Try as we might, we lose more of ourselves every day. You do not understand how the loss of a fellow Dalish hurts when so few of us are left to remember. How it hurts all of us to lose even one. Even one.”
Finally her anger ran out. Sorrow, exhaustion, and regret were left to fill its place, but she felt hollow and sick, her heart lurching painfully in her chest. She was breathless.
Solas only looked at her. Silent, stricken. Whatever anger had been in him was gone. He looked at her like he didn’t recognize her. And she knew she had only pushed him further away,
“I’m sorry,” Anera breathed brokenly. “I-”
“Don’t be,” Solas said quietly. He looked away from her, and it felt like rejection. “You are right, vhenan. I’ve treated you unfairly. I’ll leave you to your mourning.”
“Don’t go,” Anera said, her voice sounding stronger. An order, not a plea. 
Solas stopped, his body still turned halfway. Warily, he watched her as she closed the distance between them, and when she stretched out her arms to wrap around his shoulders, he didn’t move away.
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ell-vellan · 1 year ago
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I very much appreciate the tag @beastofmoss ! I wish I was more interesting but truly I've just been listening to Sleep Token in an endless loop because their lyrics are insane poetry I want to live inside of and which I'm gonna include because I'm extra like that 💖
Tag @thegoblinwitchqueen @thebookworm0001 @the-grandest-plan @thraaaaaaaanduuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiil and anyone who wants to ❤️
"I guess it goes to show, does it not? / That we've no idea what we've got until we lose it / And no amount of love will keep it around / If we don't choose it / And I don't know what's got its teeth in me / But I'm about to bite back in anger"
"My, my those eyes like fire / I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre / Come now, bite through these wires / I'm in waking hell and the gods grow tired"
"And are you trying to live / Like everything is a lesson to learn? / Can you ever forgive (yourself) / Do you wish that you loved me? / And my reflection just won't smile back at me like I know it should / And I would turn into a stranger in an instant if I could / And there is something eating me alive, I don't know what it is / Maybe not that you conceal your feelings, they just don't exist"
"Who made you like this? / Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language?"
"So show me that which I cannot see / Even if it hurts me / Even if I can't sleep / Oh, and though we act out of our holy duty to be constantly awake / You've got me in a chokehold"
"For so long, I have waited / So long that I almost became / Just a stoic statue, fit for nobody / And I don't wanna get in your way / But I finally think I can say / That the vicious cycle was over / The moment you smiled at me"
@reisakumaproducer thaaaankkk you for tagging meee~♡♡!!
Here are five songs I recently listened to~☆!
I'm tagging @nacisses @vahingoniloinenlapsi @ell-vellan @reis-young-lady @eerie-asterisks and @bluestbluejay as well as anyone else who would like to participate~♡!
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ell-vellan · 2 months ago
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people you want to get to know ♡
tagged by @idolsgf ! ty for including me even when I'm really inconsistent with replying ha. (Had to wait until I had interesting answers, though I fear it doesn't actually tell you a whole lot about me!)
last song: Still Into You - Paramore favorite color: i've always said blue but i think it's evolving into mint green currently watching: "Married To Evil" lol I'm still on a true crime kick last movie: guardians of the galaxy 2, though it wasn't my choice and I barely paid attention lol sweet/savory/spicy: sweet > savory > spicy relationship status: married current obsessions: dragon age, fields of mistria, Dalmatians ( i want one), native plant gardening, tbh I've been pretty into fitness lately too last thing I googled: current hurricanes in the Caribbean
Tagging! @thebookworm0001 @thegoblinwitchqueen @not-so-dead-fandoms @krsnope @the-grandest-plan @hemlocks-grove @astrid-rimmon @tea42
(no pressure!)
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ell-vellan · 5 months ago
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Talking with @thegoblinwitchqueen about who we're gonna romance and I'm just realizing for the first time we might actually get to romance a Dalish *as a Dalish* and I'm just like !!! Think about what new culture we might learn about courtship and different aspects of clan life - but also finally a chance to have a companion who *gets it*, who has a shared history and way of seeing the world. Davrin is a Warden, I know, but he was Dalish long enough to get his vallaslin. And Bellara might be Dalish too?
And same goes for a Qunari and Dwarven Rook! There were 2 games where we could be Dalish and Dwarven and in neither of those could we romance another like us.
Either way. Psyched.
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