#weichei would have his baby blues at this point

[knightcallie]

Baldur's Bounties: What if...?

What if the Fenim poly were all present? Casually vacationing in Faerûn and suddenly you got yoinked by mindflayers? Interactions hard with this many people.

Temerity wanted to claw the inside of his head. All that wriggling made it feel like a pounding headache, sharp knives digging into his eye. Teeth bared, he snarled and clenched his jaw. “For fuck’s sake,” he hissed, squeezing his eyes close. It’s awful, he’d rather be black out drunk and wake up with a raging headache as Jilola slammed into the room yelling at the band to get the fuck up.

Beau’s brows drew together, trying to get the pounding to a dull throb. Pressing a palm to his temple, he took in the wreckage of the pod room he was in. No one recognizable, but the vat that held the tadpoles was hardly intact. Getting kidnapped by mindflayers and being hazed in with a tadpole was not in the getaway itinerary, but here they were. He needed to find his husbands quick.

Weichei took in the pod he was in, feeling for a seam he could take advantage of. He lets out a small groan when he felt that little passenger wriggle behind his eye, wondering if somehow his blood could weaken it. Surely the mindflayers didn’t have a mind to flush out his body, unless having a little over 50 years of microdosing poisons and venoms was all for naught. Maybe he still has his hidden weapons…

When the nautiloud crashed, Weichei made quick work to gather his senses and loot any bodies. He apologized to each body, closing their eyes before shooting a quick prayer to Paeon. May the gentle death lead them safely to their resting place. Taking a note out of Beau’s survival tips, he took advantage of the foliage and awaited any opportunities.

Beau had groaned and worked out the kinks in his bones. He hadn’t slept on the hard ground like that in the longest time, taking in the lay of the land. He could faintly hear someone slamming against something, following the sound to find the half-elf he saw on the ship and attempted to free. Shadowheart was her name, and he gladly let her travel with him. Always nice to have company, even if he was a druid of shepherds.

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In a way, Beau shouldn’t be surprised how he found Temerity. They were coming up a hill when he noticed the familiar ombre hair of the tiefling. Relieved recognition was on his face, calling out to the wood elf before being pulled down with a knife at his throat. “Oh Ones Above,” he grumbled, quickening his pace.

An equally pale person, fully elven, was shushing the ever loud frontman and asking for information while also threatening to decorate the road with his guts. “Careful, he’s into that shit,” Beau said exasperatedly, arms crossed.

Temerity merely smirked. “Oh, you know me so well Beau,” he purred, tail swishing. 

Then, perhaps the tadpoles connected. The pale elf let the tiefling go, apologies on his lips. Added to their growing party it seems, and he’s quite relieved to find one husband. Especially the one who was most likely to die on his own if not careful… But, they were both worried when neither had seen their little bat, on the ship or anywhere around here. 

They got to answering how they knew each other, both acquainted fair elves wondering about it. They don’t disclose they were married, simply saying they were in the same band. Beau the bassist cellist, and Temerity the frontman, sometimes guitar. They were vacationing, searching for some inspiration during this down time in their schedules.

The next additions came when they stumbled upon a druid grove. A trio were demanding entry, a tiefling or two denying it. But then, the mention of goblins had turned into urgency and manifested them. They kinda had to join the fight, having a glimpse of someone calling themself the Blade of Frontiers. There was also surprise support, Beau’s and Temerity’s ears pricking in the familiar bang of a firearm as a githyanki came out swinging with a war cry out of nowhere. But the heat and power was far beyond what was typically produced. 

When it was all over, the rest of the surprise support revealed themselves, and Temerity cried out in relief. “Cheri!” he exclaimed, running over and holding the drow tight. 

Weichei squeaked when the tiefling basically threw himself at him, but wrapped his arms around his neck all the same. Temerity’s tail wrapped around his waist, and he leaned his entire weight into the other. “Hi, hi!” Weichei exclaimed, equally relieved. He does little hops to equalize the weight distribution, nuzzling into Temerity. 

It always felt like they parted too quickly, but the drow insisted they should get inside before more come. Quick introductions though as they did, Weichei found a wizard named Gale in a broken waypoint and Lae’zel stuck in a trap. There were more questions of how the three knew each other as the drow pressed into Beau’s side.