#wild magic barbarian tav

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Goddess

Lily had a great time connecting with Gale in the astral plane and wonders if that's going to translate to "real" sex. (Spoiler alert: it does.) NSFW.

Lily stared at the moon shield and tried to imagine the stars in the sky beyond the Shadow Curse. Where we made love last night. Well, our souls did? Or something? It was romantic and lovely, but does this mean he doesn’t want to have physical sex? Ever?

She was taken out of her increasingly frantic thoughts by the object of her affection. Gale’s hand touched the small of her back, right at the base of her tail. “I still maintain that the incredibly terrible light here does nothing to diminish your beauty, sweetness. Remembering how you were bathed in starlight as our souls came together makes me feel such utter joy…joy I haven’t felt in some time.”

“Me too. It’s all been wonderful so far, and last night was incredible. Magical.” In so many ways…every way… “I just, well…” she fidgeted slightly. “You clearly enjoy being intimate in the astral but are we…you know…going to…” THIS IS SO AWKWARD! WHY AM I DOING THIS!??! “Have real sex?” Real sex?! Oh for fuck’s sake, I’m done for. She could feel her cheeks getting hotter with every passing second, her embarrassment rising.

Gale’s hand on her back stilled as his mouth dropped open, turning his head to face her. “Of course I do! Did I…oh gods…did I suggest in some way that I didn’t?”

She looked away from him, the embarrassment and now creeping shame too much. “No, but you just really seem to like that and made a point of saying that’s the way the gods do it.” Tears stung her demonic purple eyes. “I’m not a goddess, Gale.”

He shook his head vehemently. “To me you are. And if my beloved goddess wishes to have sex, then,” The hand at the base of her tail suddenly traveled further south, grabbing a generous handful of her behind. Lily let out a small squeak, her cheeks reddening more. “She shall be thoroughly fucked until satisfied by her most devoted supplicant.” His normally soft voice was now a low growl, and when she dared to glance at him, his brown eyes were blown wide with lust. “Would you like that, o goddess of war and beauty?”

It was not the first time Lily found herself speechless around Gale. She could only nod as she kissed him. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. The kiss grew more passionate every second. Both of his hands were on her ass now, squeezing as he moaned into her mouth.

“I will treat you like the deity you are, darling. I will spoil you. I will worship you. I will—”

She felt his very large erection against her thigh. “Go somewhere private before someone finds us?” Lily laughed softly, pushing him away slightly.

Nodding, he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. “Yes. Of course.” When his eyes opened, he took her hand. “You’re sure? I-oh. It’s your first time, isn’t it? Gods, I—” He stopped speaking as one of her clawed fingers touched his lips.

“Yes it is. Yes I want this. Yes I want you, preferably inside me sooner than later.” She smiled warmly at him. “I love you.” Leaning her head down slightly, their foreheads touched briefly.

“I love you too.” They walked back to camp in a comfortable silence. When they reached her tent, he cleared his throat. “Meet me in the same spot as last night, my sweet. I’m not making love to you on a bloody bedroll in the middle of camp. You’ll have every comfort I can conjure; I promise.”

Oh Gale. “Love, you don’t have to do anything special—”

He grinned. “At the very least, you deserve a bed. And so do I, frankly. Sleeping on the ground has done a number on my back and hips.” Bringing her hand to his lips, he pressed a kiss to it. “Seek and you shall find me…”

Lily did find him a short while later, in the same field as the previous night. But unlike the previous night, there was a giant, four-poster bed in the middle of the field. Gale leaned rather cockily against one of the posters. “And here I was thinking you’d just make a really nice tent for us.” She giggled, pulling him into a hug.

“My dear lady, dream bigger! I beg of you!” He caressed her freckled pink cheek. “After all, I’m your magic man. I can make all your fantasies become reality. I can enchant you as well as the night sky. I can create illusions that exist solely to pleasure you. I can—”

She shook her head. “Gale, I want you. I just want you. I don’t need anything else.” I mean, I could use some chocolate, but that’s another thing entirely. Running her fingers through his gray-streaked brown hair, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You’re enough for me, love. Just as you are.”

He blinked. “I…A-are you quite sure, my dear? I can make this already wonderful night even more so for you. Truly magical.” It was his turn to shake his head. “You’d really have me as I am? A fat, middle-aged failure of a wizard—oh!” Grabbing his face with her hands, she kissed him soundly.

Still kissing him, she murmured, “Shut. Up. Gale. And. Fuck. Me. Senseless.” PLEASE.

“As the lady commands.” With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Gale snapped his fingers, leaving them naked and their clothes folded neatly on a blanket nearby. Of course he magicked them into little organized piles. Of course he did. The wizard drank in the sight of Lily, soulful brown eyes becoming wide. “Gods, you are gorgeous. Just look at you, my love---perfect in every way…” He breathed, hands going up and down her soft sides. “A goddess among us…how blessed am I?” As his lips touched hers, he reached for his bun and undid the tie, letting his gray-streaked locks flow. “Shall we?”

Lily lay down on the bed on her side, an arm trying to cover her breasts. “Sorry in advance if I’m not good.” She chuckled nervously, watching his expression change from playful to serious.

Now laying down and facing her, his brown eyes stared into hers. “Sweetest and dearest Lily, that won’t happen.” His lips captured hers in a slow yet passionate kiss. “I’ve done the calculations, you see, and it is mathematically impossible for you to be bad in bed, darling.”

She giggled softly, running a clawed hand down his hairy chest. “Is that so, Mr. Yummy Magic Man?” Gods, he is so hairy, and I fucking love it.

“Indeed. You cannot fail. It simply will not be. Do you know why, my beautiful flower?” Upon seeing her shake her head, he continued. “Because, no matter what, being with you in any way…in every way…will always be wonderful.” He kissed along her jaw, causing her to moan softly. “You are a goddess of passion---both on the battlefield and off.” His kisses became more frantic as he went down her neck to her chest. “To see you in a rage, wild magic positively erupting from you, as you cleave enemies like a hot knife through butter…gods,” His fingers traced along her ridges and then one of his perfect, just perfect hands began to caress one of her large breasts. “You don’t know what you do to me, my love.”

“I can imagine—oh gods, please…” She teased but then suddenly moaned as he took her other breast in his mouth.

Speak to me, sweetheart. Tell me how this feels.

Really nice. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.

Oh my love, I never plan to. I want to pleasure you. I want to worship you, sweet goddess of passion. Please give unto your humble supplicant a token of your favor.

After spending an equal amount of time worshipping her other breast, he pushed himself up and backwards. Now on his knees, Gale smiled as he nudged a pillow under Lily’s behind. “For your comfort and mine. Now, where was I? Oh yes!” He rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Time for my second supper.” He winked before diving towards the apex of her thick thighs.

Gods, you are incredible, darling. Simply incredible. Is…all this for me?

Yes. Been like this since…well, the night I tried to channel the Weave with you.

Sweetness, that was several weeks ago!!!!!! Are you telling me you’ve been suffering like this for that long?! And you didn’t say anything?!?!? You know I would’ve done something sooner had that been the case. By the gods, you will never go that long without relief ever again. Starting right now, my love.

I-I didn’t…I was really embarrassed, love.

Whatever for? It’s perfectly natural to feel sexual arousal. Goodness knows I’ve had quite a bit of it since we’ve started this journey, and well, until Elminster stabilized the orb, I couldn’t exactly do anything about it.

Are you saying that if you jacked off you might’ve set off the orb?

Yes?

Holy shit. If it weren’t so fucking serious, I’d find it really funny. I mean, it’s not funny at all. Nope.

Lily darling, many nights I felt the intense pull of desire, my loins positively aching—

She tried and failed to hold in a giggle.

You can’t just say loins and not expect me to giggle!

Poor me, my normally sweet lover teasing me when I suffered so.

Lily laughed and reached for his long locks, claws lightly scraping against his scalp.

Oh hush you! My poor handsome wizard, going to explode in another way if he didn’t touch himself.

The only exploding I wish to do, my dear, is inside you…that is, if that’s alright. I can always pull out—

No! It’s fine. I’d like that.

You’re sure?

I am…and thanks for asking. It’s weird to say, but…you know what I mean.

Her face turned hotter by the second between her embarrassment and his ministrations.

Gods Gale, where…how…did you learn to be so fucking good at this?

Plenty of practice, my beautiful flower. With practice, one perfects. I strive for perfection in all things. I would know you as well as you know yourself. Know how to make you sing so sweetly for me. Know how to draw out your pleasure until you’re screaming and begging me to give you bliss. Know how to give you all you desire.

Gale heard her pant and moan softly and felt no small modicum of pride.

Do you like this, sweetheart? Does this feel good?

Yes. Gods yes. Never felt like this ever…

Have you…have you never come before, my love?

No? I don’t think so?

Oh goodness me, well. I see. I must be perfect then. More than perfect. Universe shattering.

Wha—

“Oh gods!” She gasped as a long finger entered her.

If you think that’s wonderful, sweetness, just wait until I put a second finger inside. And a third. Must prepare you for me, after all.

W-what? Are you saying you’re as big as you were in the astral?

My dear lady, I am indeed that big.

He could not help but chuckle when he heard her gasp in as many moments.

What’s the matter? His Majesty got your tongue, Lady Lily?

You’re incredible.

Because I have a large cock, a large brain, or both?

Because you’re you, and I love you…

I love you too. So, so much.

Oh gods, that’s another finger…Gale, fucking hells…

Can you take one more? Just one more, darling.

Fuck yes, of course I can.

As the lady wishes…

His fingers curled inside her, and he felt begin to flutter around him. He sucked more and harder, his hips thrusting from his own arousal.

Gale. Gale. Gale. Oh gods. Gale love. Please. Oh gods.

Lily let out several soft pants as she came. Universe shattering. He was right on the money there.

Good to know.

Oops. Well. Yeah, that was amazing.

In turn licking her spend on his mouth and wiping his beard, he winked at her, head resting on her belly. “You should know, my sweet, I plan on doing that several times a day.”

“Is that so, love?” She traced the shell of an ear with a claw, a languid grin on her face. “Surely not after I’ve been fighting?” Oh please, he gets turned on when I’m covered in blood and guts. And Astarion said he’s always watching my ass in battle.

“I would live between your beautiful thighs if you let me.” Oh shit, he’s serious. “You are undoubtedly the sweetest I’ve ever tasted,” He heaved and positioned himself over her, one hand guiding himself to her entrance and the other next to her head. “Tell me if you’re at all uncomfortable, darling. Promise me you will.” Gale whispered, pressing a kiss beneath the base of a horn.

Her demonic purple eyes met his, and her heart melted into goo. He loves me. He really, really, really loves me. I love you too, my beautiful man. “I will.”

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me. G-good…gods…” Groaning, he stuttered as he began to slide inside her. “You are…so tight…heaven help me, Lily…my love…my goddess…my world…my everything…” It was some time (he went so slowly because he didn’t want me to experience any pain), but when he finally filled her completely, he moaned a long, drawn out, “fuck.”

Which Lily found quite funny! He’s so cute and funny and SO BIG. “Can we stay like this for a second, love?”

“Of course. Of course. As much time as you need, my love.”

Her hands that were on his shoulders moved down his soft sides. “You can be on top of me, you know. I don’t mind.”

He swallowed thickly. “I, erm…I-I worry about being too much—”

This is something we both need to get over, so I might as well have us start that little journey now. She caressed his sides and sighed. “I love you, and you’re never too much for me. Bigger, smaller…it doesn’t matter. It’s you I love. All of you.” It must be the same for me too. Mum always says I need to be kinder to myself. If I can be kind to him---the man I love---then I should at least try to be kind to me.

A noise that sounded like a choked sob emerged from him as he lowered the rest of his body onto hers. Sighing in relief, he whispered, “No one’s ever said that before.”

WHAT?! “Oh?”

“Never. Not until you….so, thank you. And before you think me a terrible lover, I, of course, think the same as you.” He pressed several kisses against her jaw. “You can never be too big for me, darling.” He said with a smile as he kissed her on her lips. OH?!?!?

One of the hands on his side traveled down to his behind, giving it a squeeze. “You can move now, Gale love.”

Rolling his hips slowly, he chuckled as he kissed her neck. “I notice you ignored that last bit, sweetness. Did that bother you?”

“No,” she said a few moments of thinking. “It doesn’t. I guess it’s just nice to know you won’t…” It’s too terrible to even say, because I know he never would. I…I…I need to know. “Leave me once I’m not swinging a sword around daily more.”

His thrusts increased in speed as she spoke. “Good gods, Lily! I would never. Never.” He grunted and did several hard thrusts. “I vow…here and now…I will…always…desire you…always…my sweet Lily…” One of his hands by her head reached towards her red curls at the apex of her thighs.

Come for me again, my love.

Gale…

Please. Please, darling. Please. I need you to come one more time for me. Just one more, sweetness.

So close…

Be a good girl and come for me…

When she cried out in pleasure a second later, Gale felt a joy he had not felt in a very long time.

Lily…my love…I…

With three more thrusts, he came. Feeling sated, truly sated, for the first time in a year, he sighed as her long arms hugged him tightly. Neither said anything for a few moments, content to stay as they were.

As Gale shifted and rolled off her, he conjured damp washcloth and began to clean her. “You feeling alright, my dear? Any soreness?” He murmured, his warm gaze meeting hers.

She shook her head. “No. Could…could I ask you something?” Don’t sound stupid. Don’t sound stupid. He hummed, and she took a deep breath. “Is it going to be like this every time?”

A small smirk tugged on his lips. “Oh darling, this is only the start. Our collective pleasure will only increase exponentially now. We can explore each other, find all the ways to please the other, give all of ourselves to the other…so no, it won’t be like this every time.” He conjured a second washcloth for himself. “It will be better.” His expression went from pleased to frankly smug as fuck. He’s so sexy. Fuck. “Would you like to hear about something I have in mind for a future lovemaking session, sweetness?”

She nodded, utterly transfixed by him.

“You sit on my face, I devour you, and your tail gives me the best…well, handjob of my life.” He scrunched his nose in the cutest way. “I suppose more accurately it’s a tailjob, but the tail is acting as a hand, so it could also be a handjob—”

Lily burst out laughing, her tail whacking him on his leg. “I get the bloody picture! Tail handjob! Got it!” She grinned widely at him. “I love you.”

He laughed softly and rolled his eyes. “I love you too.” Gale curled into Lily’s soft side and entwined one of his hands with hers.

“It sounds lovely, by the way. I’d be into doing that.” She said as her tail gently swayed back and forth. Just be very careful, Lily. Very careful.

“I’m glad.” He paused, his thumb rubbing her gently. “You may speak to me about any desires you have. You know that, yes?” Smiling, his gaze met hers. “And not simply desires, darling! Anything. Everything. I swear nothing can be too strange or outlandish for me. You wouldn’t believe—”

She giggled into the kiss that silenced him.

What I want is to cuddle with you as we sleep. We can figure out everything else later.

Right. Yes. Of course.

He ended the kiss (not a fan of that) and rolled over onto his other side, his backside now pressed against her front. “Darling, forgive me if I haven’t said this before now, but you feel incredible. How lucky am I to have bedded the goddess who walks among us mere mortals?” Her response was to giggle. “Oh, is that all you have to say, Lady Lily Wildheart? Or should I say, The Goddess of Passion?” As his voice became more dramatic, her giggles turned into laughter. “You are—”

“Totally and completely in love with you, Gale.”

He brought her hand that was on his side to his lips. “As am I, my dear. Since the moment you pulled me from that portal.” He murmured, holding her hand to his heart, over the now-silent orb. “I can never love another now that I have loved you.”

Oh fucking hells, there he goes again being so romantic and perfect and amazing and smart and funny and sexy and FUCK. “How is it you put my exact feelings into such lovely words?”

Gale stifled a yawn before answering. “Because, my dear, I’ve ready many, many, many books.”

Goodnight, my love. I shall try to dream of us and this wonderful night we shared.

One last thing…astral sex or what we just did?

Lily, both have their merits—

Gale.

Fine. Nothing can compare to eating your terribly delicious pussy. Absolutely nothing. Dying between your thighs is my preferred way to depart this world, I’ll have you know.

Gale. Love, you can die between my thighs when we’re very old. Not any time soon.

He did not answer her right away, humming softly as she drifted to sleep.

Then she heard him before it claimed her.

For you, my goddess, I will do my best to live.

[cth297]

2 tiefling girlfriends and their terrifying glowing eyes 😭

I need to post more normal pictures of my tav I got but I had to share this

[meowrai]

Doodle of my tav, Onyx <3 She's a wild magic barbarian and boy does she have issues

[houndvoice]

Horny on main (get it? horny?) with my horrible nasty rich kid felon OC

This is Valerian DeLuca, he's a wild magic barbarian and his only redeeming qualities are 1. abs and 2. doesn't talk to cops

[trevisos]

i love my 8 str barbarian :)

[waterdeepthroat]

respeccing companions is so fun and good actually

[dayntee]

Honestly, similarly funny as a wild magic barbarian.

“Yeah, magic is neat! It happens sometimes when I’m mad.”

Then you get the ability later to give back spell slots to your casters, and the animation looks like it hurts them - so now my headcanon is I’m just slapping them until they remember their spells.

I love romancing Gale as a sorcerer. The whole time he’s showing me magic I’m just like, “cute, magic man. I’m made of magic. Mystra ain’t shit, she’s not even that hot”

[avocado-writing]

Hey there I hope you’re having a wonderful day, could I make a request for bg3? I’d like to request the crew with a noble barbarian tav, kind of like Godfrey from Elden ring. Normally they are very regal, eloquent, and in control, they might even think they are some knight until they finally let loose. Whether it’s their s/o in danger or a challenging battle, they just go to town, very ‘I have give thee courtesy enough!’.

oh anon, you're very kind to think that I'm a competent enough gamer to have played elden ring. writing these scenarios as if they're seeing you go into a rage for the first time!

Astarion

Very much an 'oh. oh! oh...' moment for him.

Doesn't want to confess that he's attracted to the way you go feral, but anyone looking at him during battle will see how he is affected.

He already thought you were charming with your eloquence and courtly mannerisms, but this drives him wild. The idea you had this potential thrumming through your veins this whole time is delicious.

He can smell the blood pumping through your veins as you rage and does something for him. If you're together, expect a visit from him that night.

Gale

Loves to engage you in long, thoughtful conversations over tea every night. Did not expect this side to you.

At first he thinks some untowards magic has been cast on you, but then he sees how in control you are even when you're letting loose.

Is flustered and flattered when you make sure he's safe in battle, using your rage to protect his body with yours.

Afterwards when you check he's okay he has to try and hide how much he's blushing as he stammers out an affirmative. Asks you lots of questions about the nature of your rage. Can't stop staring at you when you're in battle...

Wyll

Lets out a little "oh, my!" when you first rage in front of him.

A bit gobsmacked but jumps back into action, quickly helping you fend off whatever enemies have caused your ire.

Is over it remarkably quickly, and takes it in his stride - in camp the two of you discuss court and your respective times in it, laughing at tales of long gone social faux-pas...

And on the battlefield you are a machine cutting down everything in your wake as he uses finesse to dispatch your foes. He thinks you are night and day... but that you are wonderful.

Karlach

Sees you rage for the first time and she lets out a "FUCK YEAH!"

Drops into a rage by your side and the two of you absolutely decimate the battlefield. The gang of mercenaries who came for you never knew what hit them.

After you wipe your brow with an embroidered handkerchief from your pocket and offer her a spare, which she takes and uses (completely destroying it in the process with soot from her engine)

Geeks out with you every day about raging. The two of you discuss battle tecniques and play-wrestle, which more often than not brings down half the camp. She loves it. She thinks you're perfect.

Lae'zel

Never really gave you the time of day before now. She found your elegant manner irritating. Why use honeyed words when you can cut straight to the point?

But then, oh, she sees you rage, and she is enamoured.

That night demands that you tell her why you never said that you could fight like that. You have an argument saying you never felt the need to... it goes on until the two of you calm down and end up sitting well into the night discussing how you grew up as warriors.

She has a respect for you from then on, confident you can look after yourself on the battlefield. More often than not she watches you fight with an appreciative eye.

Shadowheart

Oh, she's thrilled. We know she likes barbarians anyway (see her thirsty dialogue about Karlach) so when you rage in front of her?

She just stares for a bit. It's all she's able to do.

When that staring leaves her vulnerable to attack and you come and defend her, oh, she's gone. She has such a crush on you. If she had one before, it's doubled.

You're always the first one she comes to check on after battle. She likes to lay her hands on your bicep as she's healing you, perhaps feeling the muscle a bit more than is necessary. Her cheeks are always bright pink.

[inglorionamy-ammy]

Of Home and Haven (Ch 1/6)

[Yes I love them and I am drawing them a cover lol]

Summary: A tender tale between an outlander barbarian and a scholarly wizard, navigating life, love, and belonging (aka. What "being together" means for them) in Waterdeep and beyond.

Pairing: Half-orc Barbarian F!Tav X Gale SFW

Word count: 3.2k

Notes: Welcome to my first venture into fan fiction!

A gigantic shoutout to @senualothbrok for guiding my newbie writing every step, for being my beta and English coach, and for being so enthusiastic about Gale AND Ta'V in general. Without you, I wouldn't have the courage to post the story.

For whoever ventured here, please enjoy :)

AO3 Link: Here

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It still feels wrong to venture outside without the Nyrulna, your faithful trident.

Logically, you understand it’s a horrible weapon choice for the crowded streets of Waterdeep, its thunder damage a guarantee of passerby casualty. You are not expecting battles anyway — Compared to your last two months of tadpoled adventures and the previous ten years of your mercenary life, this is a significant change of pace. The violence rate here is obscenely low.

Ha. Astarion would have giggled at that, followed by a disapproving-but-amused headshake from your gentlemanly wizard. Gale Dekarios, your human, your man. Even counting your pillow, he is still the softest, finest thing you have ever laid hands on in your nomadic life. What a strange twist of fate, that a scheme of the Dead Three has led you to this treasure you'd never encounter otherwise. Perhaps a “thank you” is in order.

A lady always says thank you. Ma’s voice rings in your ears, a distant memory. You snort, not to her but to yourself. She had never lost faith in your ability to be civilized, even when you believed otherwise.

Now, it is Gale who has given you the courage to try out polite society again. The last time you set foot in a city, not including the cultist-infiltrated war-torn Baldur's Gate, was for an escort mission at Elturel. You and a few others were hired to travel with a half-elf noblewoman, her frail yet elegant frame reminiscent of the fawn you hunted a day before. In daylight, you rode next to her, vigilant for any potential danger. At night, you postponed your rest to hunt so that her private chef could prepare her precious meal, while you feasted on cheap rum and dry meat. You had no protest over such an arrangement, being right at home living simply in the wild. It was only when she deliberately changed her wagon into what you could only describe as a "show-off cart" to enter the city, that you felt a pang of distaste. Despite her so-called concern for safety, she wanted a crowd anyway, and a crowd was what she got. Unsurprisingly, when the crew marched past the city gate, the people of Elturel gathered to stare at her in awe and at you in fear. As you walked alongside the heavily decorated four-wheeled cart at a painfully slow pace, you silently thought, "That could be me sitting in there. I am half-human too, you know?"

But that’s where you stop. Focus. You have two missions today, the first being to bring a surprise lunch to your fiancé at Blackstaff Academy. You have roasted a pig leg as best as you could with his magical hob, picked out the freshest berries of the season, and scouted a rich full-red you know Gale will enjoy.

Wait. Is drinking allowed at school? You wouldn’t know, as your education came from your parents and the road. In any case, he can store it in his big, nice teacher’s room he gleefully described in detail when he first got his position a week ago. You had been celebrating at the Yawning Portal that night, and your drunken wizard had lovingly leaned on your arm, so overjoyed that, despite being in public, he cheekily rubbed his beard against you like a spoilt kitten. You just couldn’t resist giving his soft hair a good pat.

“T-This is surreal,” he sighed, with a lazy gaze under half-lidded eyes. “Please, my love, join me someday. I have so many stories to share —it is my second home after all!”.

You liked the place already. If that is where he belongs, then you must go there as well.

In the end, you decide to give up the Nyrulna and pick a simple axe, just for safety measures. It should be a perfect choice: small enough to hide under your cloak and cheap enough not to make a fuss, even if it got confiscated by an academy guard. Tracing its metal notches reminds you of Karlach, a fellow barbarian soldier. You miss that woman.

You check yourself in the mirror one last time, adjust your dreadlocks, and take a deep breath. Time to face polite society.

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"STOP."

You hold up your hands as two steel sentinels halt you at the gate of the renowned Blackstaff Academy. It is a gesture you have practiced many times, wary and expectant. Behind them, the arcane tower looms over you. The voice of the guards sounds too hollow and unified, a single echo shared between the duo. Remotely controlled guards then, you think, impressed.

“STATE YOUR PURPOSE.”

“I am here to see Gale Dekarios, Professor of the Illusion School.” You practiced this also, more times than you’d ever admit.

“School of Illusion,” the voice corrects you. Now it sounds like a sentient being, not like that weird projection of Lorroakan’s at Sorcerous Sundries. The masculine voice has a pinched, haughty tone and an air of tired condescension. You are immediately reminded of wizards and their pride in education; how a long time ago, when you had miraculously succeeded in channeling the Weave for the first time and shared your joy with Gale — “I didn’t know channeling the Weave was so easy”��— he wasted not a second to remind you that, in fact, it is not. Somehow, that awkward moment has now turned into a soothing memory.

“Hm-Right.” You cough to hide a snort. “I am his wife. I would like to bring him lunch. May I pass the gate?” As an afterthought, you add, “Please?” Your Ma would be proud.

“LIAR. Piss off before I chase you out.”

Of all the responses you expected, this is not one of them. You are growling before you know it. “I suggest you KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT.” The words rush harshly out of your fanged mouth.

…uh.

In an instance the two sentinels spring into a battle stance. Worse still, you can feel onlookers start to gather, and your skin itches under their gazes. You force an exhale.

“…What makes you think I am lying?” You try as calmly as you can manage, holding onto the mental image of your smiling wizard, just beyond reach. Volo’s book better gets published sooner so that everyone will know who you are. Better yet, you will make sure he highlights the word ‘wife’.

“Professor Dekarios is not married.” The sentinels, with the smuggest voice you have ever heard in your life, drop their final blow.

And that is when you remember. Yes, you are still technically his fiancée, even though the man himself has often forgotten that, already showering you with affection far deeper than a ring could ever capture.

Perhaps someone more eloquent would continue to argue, ask Gale to come out, and demand proper treatment for a lady. But right now you only feel overwhelmingly exposed, with too many prying eyes and wiggling tongues for you to maintain your civil façade any longer. So you retreat, trying to ignore the unsubtle snickers. The sentinels were not as clever as they thought they were anyway. What kind of guards reveal personal details to a potential enemy like that? Amateur.

---

What would Gale do to remedy the day? He would strategize.

You decide to call upon Tara to deliver the meal, and if the sentinels deny her entry they will know true horror. Her outrage upon hearing your encounter was enough to cheer you up. After all, your goal is to get your love fed, and the means—who is doing the delivery — are less important than the ends.

With that dealt with, you now need to focus on your second mission—to pass a job interview. You have decided that settling down in polite society means less fighting, but there is no way you’d just stay at home and rely on Gale’s income, even though he wouldn’t mind. The man is more than willing to provide for you, but you wouldn’t want to lounge around in the tower, hanging off his coattails. Truth be told, this is for your own good too—you truly wish to be a part of Waterdeep by playing an active role in it, not just as a tag-along of Gale’s.

Of the ten positions you applied for in the past month, you only got one reply: a counter clerk at the Aurora's Realms Shops next to the Market. Gale had frowned when he heard about the demanding dusk-till-dawn working hours, but you assured him you’d only take shifts six days out of a tenday. He had tried to argue further, but upon seeing your determination, swallowed his questions. You both know that if you had applied to be a city guard, a dock laborer, or even a weaponry store assistant, you’d get better offers. But you have decided that you want a change. More sitting, less fighting. To be polite. Chit-chat with people. To smile without malice.

So, on leaving Blackstaff, you arrive at the shopfront five minutes before your interview. You scan the two queues before you: one inside the shop and one outside. A queue for a counter clerk job at this paid rate? You lament, Waterdeep and its gods forsaken job market.

You push open the glass door, and upon seeing you enter, a human woman with a clipboard swiftly calls, “Oh. The interview for security guards is outside.”

“I am here for the counter clerk one.” Several candidates from the queue indoor turn to you curiously. To be fair, all of them are tinier than you; you’d have no problem reaching the top shelf, or lifting one, if you ever needed to.

“Ah. Right.” The lady is polite enough to look embarrassed. “And your name?” She shows you her clipboard as you tower over her, and as you scan through the long list she adds helpfully, “Or you can just tell—” “I know how to read.” You stop her mid-sentence, your harsh tone making her wince, and you wince too. Gods, you need to get better at this. Apologetically, you soften your voice, “This is me,” pointing to your name on the list.

“Ta’V Riversong?” She is surprised. Does she recognize the Hero of Baldur’s Gate? She does not start praising your great deeds, so you assume no, you aren’t that lucky. It must be the other reason then.

 “Yes,” you explain. “Riversong is my Ma—mother’s surname, she’s a human.”

This is one thing you share with Gale: taking your mother’s family name. Your father, however, did not abandon the family like Gale’s father did. Instead, your father understood—theirs was a runaway marriage, and your mother had sacrificed a lot to settle down with a barbarian deep in the woods, away from civil society. Her name was her last connection to her noble past, and your father could never deny her that. Idly, you wonder if this woman has heard of your mother’s family. Growing up, you never cared enough to learn about this illusion of a heritage.

“I see,” she says meekly. “Sorry…It’s just that from your application, I didn’t expect you to be a half-orc.”

---

And that is why you end up shit-faced in a random tavern. You don’t even bother to look at the tavern sign as you stumble in, determined to leave behind the interview, the Academy, and polite society as soon as possible. You order whisky first, then firewine, because you can’t afford to waste money, given that you definitely won’t get the job. You understand. They want someone less intimidating. Of fucking course.

You are almost delighted when you feel hostility flushing towards you.

The hair at the back of your neck stands. At the corner of your eye you spot the flash of a cunning dagger, which you recognize as a Murderous Cut. Ah, local Bhaal cultists then. You may have had a bad day, but at least you can make theirs worse. You down your drink in one go, and without further ado, send the mug right into a cloaked figure’s face.

In an instant the whole tavern breaks into chaos. As the others reveal their weapons, you realize something: You have missed this. The axe you wield breaks through wind and skulls. Frenzied roars explode from the depth of your lungs, your charge unstoppable and inevitable. This is the part of yourself you used to be most proud of, the warrior that you were trained to be, born from ashes and forged in flames.

FIGHT ME! You father shouted, signaling the start of the match.

Two figures charge at you. You ground your stance before taking a full-body swing, slashing open both poor souls at once. With a kick you send one of them towards the side, knocking over a clamour of plates and glasses.

SIDE! He took advantage of your open stance.

A blade cut scratches your cheek, but you promptly ignore its stink of poison. You grab the man and throw him right at a ranger in the corner, knocking both of them out. Perhaps you are enjoying this too much, but when you look at the screaming Waterdhavians, your grin is wide and true. You will not be tamed.

CHARGE!

As you knock down your last enemy you feel free, freedom that you haven’t tasted for months since you arrived in this godsdamned city. You rise, wobbling, and you see your father grinning proudly. On the day you had beaten him down finally, he had pronounced you a worthy adult. You were sixteen, ready to hit the road. You laugh maniacally, in joy and sorrow and everything else you can’t name. You know Gale could name them. Yes. Gale. The smartest, sweetest person you’ve ever known.

And then you collapse.

---

You were inside his purple tent. Late at night, he illuminated it with floating orbs, reclining between your legs as he read his tomes. He was so focused, and you couldn’t help but distract him with a kiss on top of his head as you gently traced circles on his stomach.

He chuckled, low and warm, then leaned back against you.

“This is one mystery I’ll never solve,” he began, closing his tome. “Why oh why would such a wonderful, ferocious, tenacious warrior ever set her sights on someone as brittle as me?”

“I could ask the same in reverse, but I ran out of adjectives,” you muttered sleepily and he laughed, setting his hands on top of yours as his thumb stroked your calloused skin.

You knew he was unsatisfied, so you tried your best, despite the pulling weight on your eyelids, to set his ever-churning mind to rest.

“You smell good,” you managed, and he laughed even louder.

But you needed him to understand. You pushed out one last word.

“Home.”

He went quiet as you fell asleep.

---

You hear…

“Ta—”

Something. Familiar. Wings.

“Ta’V—”

It’s the smell that gets you.

“TA’V!”

“WHAT? I’m awake, I’m awake. Don’t fret!” You jerk up, snapping out of your coma. It is Gale who holds your face urgently, his brows tightly knitted, knees rough on the hard ground. Next to him, Tara flutters her wings, startled by your sudden movement.

You are elated to see them, and you want to tell them so. But something in his glistening eyes makes you pause.

“Don’t fret?��� His voice is an octave higher than usual. “You were lying on the ground alone, bleeding, unconscious, surrounded by godsdamned cultists, AND YOU TELL ME TO NOT FRET?”

Dead cultists, you want to counter, but your overflowing relief finally spills over.

“I love you,” you say instead, and Tara twists her tail in amusement.

Gale stares at you for a long time. Finally, with a deep breath, he relents.

“And I you. Let’s go home, shall we?”

---

While you have never been well-versed in sentimental things, you do understand that this situation calls for a hug. So you gather him into a squeezing embrace as soon as the two of you stumble out of the portal. Tara, in the meantime, settles herself on the kitchen counter, waiting for the drama to unfold.

To cheer him up, you decide to start with something happy. “So…did you enjoy the meal Tara brought you?”

You feel him tense, so you hug him harder. A moment later, he nods against your chest.

“It was wonderful,” he mutters. “I savored every bite, sang the chef’s praises to anyone who’d listen.” He pauses. “I learnt from Tara what happened at the gate.”

“Oh, well. Perhaps I shouldn’t have dropped by without a head’s up.”

He pushes himself away from your chest and stares sternly into your eyes. “That is not the point. I swear, the first thing I’ll do next time I return to the Academy is to teach that young man Endorick a very serious lesson on manners. That was pure disrespect, not only to you but to everything the Blackstaff stands for. In fact, the only reason I was delayed was because of the next bit of shocking news Tara relayed to me.” His gaze turns sorrowful. “My love, would you please tell me what happened?”

You grunt. Talking has never been your strong suit, but it is Gale’s preferred mode of communication, so you push through it. You tell him about the failed interview, the resulting drinking, and the fight. You try to describe your feelings along the way, knowing that it will comfort him to know more about you. At the end of your narrative, he falls silent.

Then he announces abruptly, “Let’s pack.”

“What? Why?”

Gently, he presses his hand against your cheek. His voice is firm and tender when he says, “It was never my intention to cause you such pain, or to mold you into something different than what you are now.” He grimaces. “In fact, I can scarcely believe I truly deserve to have someone as wonderful as you by my side as a friend and a wife. So we can go, far away from here, travel again, meet your parents perhaps! Anywhere that makes you happy, I will follow.”

“But what of your teaching?” You counter, and you are almost appalled when he shrugs. “I have barely started. I’m sure the esteemed, resourceful Blackstaff Academy can manage without—"

“NO!” You stumble, hands gesturing frantically. “This is your dream! Your second home, you said!”

“And you are my first,” he declares without hesitation. “I know my choice.”

Your head hangs. You feel dejected. He doesn’t get it.

There are too many thoughts swirling in your head, words starting to slump and melt and break. You can’t explain yourself, and you can’t keep up with this conversation anymore. Unlike Gale, you must see and touch to manipulate. As you fall silent, you can sense Gale’s increasing concern.

Finally, you proclaim, “I will show you tomorrow.”

---

This is why, when the morning comes, your fiancé will find himself awake before you — a rare occurrence — and reading a great puzzle in the form of a simple note, carefully pried from your fist as you doze. It reads, in handwriting he finds as endearingly boorish as its owner:

“I want to work at Blackstaff Academy too.”

Chapter 2

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Other things that I do

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tavs <33333

Vio'llent - Embrace Durge- Wild Magic Barbarian Drow- Minthara romance

Maphi - Thief Rogue Asmodeus Tiefling- Astarion romance @handfishenthusiast's tav <3

Seleia- Githyanki Nature domain Cleric of Mystra- Gale Romance

Common- Seldarine Drow Oath of Venegance Paladin (my honour mode run :D) - Lae'zel romance

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

Thank you for the tag, @thunderboltfire! Sorry it took so damn long. It was a lot of fun to think about, but I also had to take some time (a lot of time) to consider, because... well, sometimes you listen to stuff and it feels like everything is your OC's song, and then suddenly nothing is when you need to remember. 😅 I was stuck!

I have quite a few Tavs and Durges at this point, so I selected two that were the easiest.

Drakira, Kira for short (Durge) - wood half-elf druid - circle of the moon

I started Kira as a druid with anger issues, originally as Tav. Mostly chaotic good, but you know, a little messed up. Because I like her violent and covered in blood of her enemies, crunching on their bones in apex predator form, I decided to play her as Durge instead, and I think it suits her. And, really, if you're a druid that takes certain animal forms, you've got to be a little fucked up, ripping people apart with your own teeth, no? Turning her into resisting Durge, of course, means some extra delights were added to her character, like crisis of identity, anxiety, paranoia, and suicidal thoughts, hence "Into the Void." (I fully blame Warframe for making this song stuck in my head, but hey, it works.)

Additionally, I also really like In the Shadows for her, because it's about pushing back against darkness, refusing to succumb to it, and struggling to find a solution. Couldn't decide, sorry.

Blast from the past! Man, it's been a while since I thought about this song, but the text goes great with redeeming Durge.

Blade (Durge) - asmodeus tiefling wizard-necromancer/rogue-assassin

My naughty boy. Blade is not actually his name. That's just what he calls himself as the tool in the service of Bhaal. (Yes, meeting Wyll Ravengard was quite awkward.) I created him to do everything wrong, and so he does. He embraces the dark urge fully and leaves a trail of corpses in his wake - foes, allies, innocent bystanders, doesn't really matter a lot of the time, so it's only natural to choose something ridiculously edgy, just like him.

The artists at some point said that this song is not meant to be about violence, but Blade wouldn't get it anyway. He'd hear something about bodies and all that and he'd absolutely think corpses. It's about the vibes, baby!

Would you like to try this, @flower-khajiit?

What Song?

So, a little game - what song encapsulates your Tav/Durge? Post a picture of them, their name and class and a link to the song that represents them with the reason why.

Ayressa Aedihle - Bardlock (College of Lore/The Arch Fey)

This song was a find from a few years ago, but it’s become Ayressa’s song because it’s what I imagine her voice to sound like. Haunting vocals echo through this song and while its lyrics aren’t hopeful, it does speak of a sort of eternal love.

I suppose it’s more appropriate for any iteration of Ayressa who loses Gale - either to the Orb or Sneaky!God syndrome but I still think that it has a place with Ayressa getting a happy ending.

Your turn.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Alright BG3/MHA AU.

All Might is told by his future successor he would much rather tell his parents about his new Quirk and everything that happens with it. Worried but understanding the concerns he agrees. When he goes to the house, he's met not just with Midoriya In’Ko but also her husband Gale and their wife Karlach. Oh and their friends Shadowheart, Astarion, Jaheria, Minsc, Lae’zel, Halsin and Wyll!

AKA: In’ko is a Githyanki Tav who left Faerun with her partners because the bombs inside them went dormant being in a world with less ambient magic. They found Izuku who'd been abandoned for being Quirkless and took him in. In’ko took the name Midoriya and no one questions it since they kind of just think she has a mutation Quirk.

While the trio live in Japan, their friends don’t. They visit though through a portal and love their nephew.

Funny enough, Izuku has barbarian training from Karlach. He's got a lot of rage from his treatment and she decided to teach him to harness it. He ends up being a wild magic barbarian solely cause I think it would be funny.

So Izuku is getting OFA as well as being a barbarian. In’ko and the others after a while let All Might in on the truth who ends up helping them solidify their adoption and hides the info Izuku was adopted. Good thing to when his bio parents try to claim him back when he wins the sports festival later. Turns out his bio dad (Hisashi) is Endeavour’s cousin who tries to get him to help.

Endeavour refuses because a) he doesn't like his cousin. And b) because he only wants Shouto to be the shinning new star of the Todoroki family and he's furious that Izuku turned his son into a chicken with his ‘energy surge’ from the power up during their fight.

There's a lot of shit that goes down with the Midoriya family though to. Gale is the only one with any real childhood among the parents (Karlach did have good parents herself but she was working for Gortash as a teenager and being sold into slavery) but he also was taken advantage of by his mentor which took years to understand. He's hyper aware of All Might who takes one look at this guy and how he acts, going: ah I see. Trauma.

In’ko was raised to kill her fellow kids and be a soldier. She is still soft and kind but her hard edges are there.

Nezu also ends up learning of them and helps solidify their papers while also making them seem like heroes who have retired from covert ops. It actually works for them since they can reference their adventures.

“Right the time we had to over throw that politician who was trying to murder everyone.”

“I wonder how Dame Alyin is doing now that we freed her from being used as a battery due to her powers. Haven't heard from her in a while.”

“Jaheira called. There's a mission to do a raid on a trafficking compound. She's asking if I can lend some fire power. I'll be gone for a bit.”

Just… Izuku being raised by three traumatized people who love him dearly and him just being a little barbarian they're so proud of.

[miriamforster]

Husband and I are about to hit Act 2 of Baldur’s Gate 3, and we’re already planning the next playthrough.

We’ve decided to make Tav a wild magic barbarian dwarf, and have her fall head over heels for Gale. She has no idea what he’s talking about half the time, and she doesn’t give a shit about the Weave, but Gale is polite and handsome and he smells good, and she likes watching him talk.

Current title of this plan:

“I like your funny words, magic man.”

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Could I please get a bg3 matchup for my Tav?

Aster is a wood elf wild magic sorcerer. Bi with a slight preference for women but she's muscles then gender but not a deal breaker. She/They, super fem. About 5'5" with a slim frame that makes it surprising that she has a 13 in strength. She has curly chestnut hair and bright green eyes and is covered in freckles.

A lot of her personality is swayed by being a sorcerer, leading her to be a bit arrogant and full of herself. Despite being overly confident in her abilities, she'll run away or avoid problems she doesn't think she can handle. She's self-centered, impulsive, shortsighted, wants to be a hero to show off. She cares deeply for the people around her and would try to move the world for them. She's genuine and open. She's moved easily by people's personal stories and her morals can be pretty flexible.

Aster loved to go shopping and trying new things. Growing up pretty sheltered, she wants to try everything the world has to offer. She tends to jump hobbies. Painting one day then learned wood working the next then moving on.

thank you for your time!

A/N: For Aster, because you specified she was bisexual with a preference for women, I went ahead and picked one result of each gender. For Aster, I’m thinking… Karlach (Female) and Astarion (Male)!

🔥 Karlach would be the best matchup for Aster! They both want to try new things and experience all the world has to offer!  

It’s a good thing Karlach is around when Aster is being arrogant and full of herself because if Aster ever bites off more than she can chew, she has her big strong Barbarian girlfriend to defend her. The two of them make a powerful duo, both of them being pretty damn strong, and with Aster’s wild magic sorcery, there are very few foes they can’t beat. 

Karlach loves Aster’s curly chestnut hair and especially her bright green eyes! Karlach thinks they look like emeralds, shining in the sunlight. She loves how Aster’s eyes look next to Karlach’s very red skin. And Karlch’s more butch appearance counters Aster’s rather fem one.

The other good thing about Karlach is that she’s very grounded and won’t allow Aster to pick fights and then just run away. If Aster’s gonna pick a fight, she better be ready to commit to it, because Karlach’s very ride or die lol. 

Both she and Karlach care so much for the ones they love, so much that it hurts sometimes. They would sacrifice anything for the other, yet because both parties reciprocate that love, they’d never ask each other to. They are so genuinely in love with each other, that it makes the other companions roll their eyes to see their sweet antics sometimes. 

Karlach was also naive when she was younger but after what happened with Gortash, she knows better now, and she’ll use her intuition to sniff out anyone who has less than honorable intentions towards Aster. 

Karlach will try any hobby Aster has to offer, be it painting, woodworking, singing, embroidery- you name it, and Karlach will try it! It’s just that Aster shouldn’t be too surprised if Karlach’s final product is… a little rougher, and um…. singed around the edges. 

🩸 Astarion would also be a good match for Aster! He’s very attracted to power, so naturally Aster being a wild magic sorcerer appeals greatly to him. Astarion’s also very happy to have such a physically attractive partner. Aster’s thin build and feminine appearance next to his equally slim and effeminate look make them like this otherworldly beautiful couple.  

Astarion loves to kiss her freckles and watch as her face scrunches up in ticklish delight. 

Both of them are overconfident, and a little arrogant, although it manifests in different ways. For Astarion, it comes out as bravado, he’s poised and suave in conversation. For Aster, she’s feisty and impulsive. 

Astarion is not going to risk getting his ass kicked because of Aster deciding to be a show-off, but he will laugh himself silly on the sidelines as she gets what is coming to her. Of course, should Aster be in any real danger, he’ll jump in to defend her. Just don’t expect him to be happy about it and you better believe he’s waiting for his thank you after the fact.

Astarion never thought about being, well… a hero. Not before the tadpoles and before he met Aster anyway. He comes to find that with her at his side, he rather likes this lifestyle of being looked up to and adored. He’s still rather sour about the ‘no stealing’ and ‘try not to murder innocent people’ thing though. It’s a good thing Aster’s morals are rather flexible, otherwise, she’d spend all her free time scolding Astarion every chance she got. 

Astarion, darling, LOVES shopping. The man lives for the drama, for the presentation, okurrr? He loves nothing more than living it up with Aster, buying only the finest clothes and wines, and taking the best art lessons stolen reward money can buy. After two hundred years of not having a life, he’s more than ready to take charge of his future, and damn, he wants to try a bite of everything. 

Aster included. ;)

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[zhemariart]

Xarmir: Professional Disaster. Accidentally taught these ways to his nieces. Big bro is not impressed.

I got very excited when I saw @bareee opening up @tav-dex and had to jump head first in :B

I have.. arguably collected a lot of Tavs that are all connected to one another, but Xarmir is the main doofus <:

Ramblings and full ref under cut <:

Xarmir's build is very story focused rather than optimal for combat. Despite the loss of his parents in childhood, he grew up a happy kid being raised by his older brother. Wild Magic runs in the family (his brother being a Wild Path Barbarian), so already from smol he played a lot with magic and had random side effects to it. Despite a sorcerer. his heart was with music and he trained to be a Bard.

Time went on, and then shit happened. Taken away from life and family, he was forced to become an Assassin for the Zhentarim and first decades later managed to escape. During this time the magic was ""beaten out of him"" because the people he worked under did not like most of the random side effects that came with them.

After escape and reuniting with his family, they have tried to get him back in touch with his magic, though the most magic he uses is to release the magic that builds up inside him before an unwanted magic release, and only happens in the confine of safety at home. No doing it outside oh no no...

An abduction, a tadpole, and getting together with a bunch of weirdos to traverse a lot of shit later, well... they may just teach him to get comfortable with his magic again.

Other random facts :D

He does not have heterochromia, he was just stupid enough to let Volo poke his eye out.

He has a complicated relationship with taking care of himself. He'll recognize others want to do him harm just for funs and won't let it happen, but the amount of shit he submits himself to for the sake of "to protect the others" or "taking one for the team" hooh boi

If he sees a cat he must pet the cat

Preferred pastime activities is reading, whittling, and playing his lute... when he isn't out exploring every inch of the area surrounding their camp

Has known Halsin and the rest of the Druids at Emerald Grove for decades. Nettie is concerned for him 24/7, and it's normal he butts heads with Kagha.

While everyone helped out in getting Xarmir to be comfortable with his magic again, especially Gale helped him a lot

Sleeps very little, because almost constantly having the feeling of "having to sleep with one eye open". Somehow still vibrates with energy. Is he really energetic? Or is he permanently overtired? No one knows.

Would much rather crash in someone else's tent than sleep alone in his own.

Has two nieces and a nephew, all three adults. Two have been taught in the ways of chaos, one is just existentially exhausted.

Exaggeratedly perceptive of his surroundings. Uses it to bully Astarion, when he most often notices a trap long before he does.... it's okay, Astarion bullies him in return because he's far better at lock-picking and disarming traps than Xarmir is, despite his attempt.

The rest of the party has contemplated needing to separate Xarmir and Astarion, or at least keep them on leashes, because they are a lot more prone to getting into stupid shit together.

May or may not have re-classed back into Bard/Sorcerer at the epilogue of the game <:

[carnilia]

Creating a Tav to romance Karlach!

The vibe? Either 2 bad bitches or delicate woman for Karlach to protecc.

For me class makes the most decisions about character!