Tavanna - masterpost + ship tag wizard² (because they're both wizards ... get it ... I'm hilarious)
Tavethil - masterpost
Arthas
my yapping (usually about the game) or anything about me, including things I'm tagged in or asks answered
I mostly like & try to tag my faves: Gale ~ Astarion ~ Karlach ~ Minthara & the respective ships: Bloodweave / Hellspawn / Webweave
If I don't play BG3 or take pictures there ... I don't do much else, to be quite honest 😁 I like fantasy books, I enjoy classic literature & I'm a sucker for a good psychological horror film, A24 has me in the chokehold. I also love nature and forests; I just wish the humans weren't so adamant about destroying it.
I am neurodivergent and struggling with chronic illness, so I do have periods of time when I go silent, usually because I am literally fighting for my life ... ok, yay.
If you enjoy what I do, I'd be delighted if you dropped me a comment or a message. I'm always glad when people interact rather than just circling each other. 💜
Before the events of BG3, before the nautiloid, before meeting any of the companions – Tavethil lived an entirely different life in Neverwinter.
Originally, she was sent there as a spy and hired assassin by the cult of wood elves she originated from. Their goal was to subvert the political order of the kingdom and place a different king on the throne, one who would serve as their puppet.
Even before leaving her native forest for this lengthy mission, Tav had grown doubtful of the intentions of those around her. She was keenly aware of the chaotic and destructive nature of her leaders' ambitions, and she constantly clashed with authority. Yet because of her exceptional skill as a ranger, she was often spared punishment for refusing to play by the rules. At least, most of the time.
When she was sent to Neverwinter to become a lady-in-waiting to the golden-haired queen, it felt like a sentence for all those years spent refusing to obey, hiding among the crowns of the trees, and slipping away unseen. While she never begrudged her peers their pursuit of power, she despised the hypocrisy of masquerading as a peaceful society hidden deep within the woods while weaving themselves into intrigues and power struggles that stretched far beyond the forest's edge.
It was also around that time that she met her patron for the first time. Hyrsam appeared before her disguised as one of the satyrs dancing and performing during the summer solstice celebrations. He tempted her to accept his pact, granting her access to the powers of a warlock in exchange for serving as his link between the Feywild and the powerful undercurrents of the Sword Coast, planting seeds of chaos wherever he could.
Tavethil had long heard rumors of Queen Saebryn's beauty — a sun elf from one of Evereska's most esteemed families, married to the King of Neverwinter through an arranged union. They said her hair, threaded with pure gold, seemed to absorb the sunlight, while her sun-kissed skin shimmered in its glow, but it was her molten honey eyes that made people stop and catch their breath.
At first, she tried to play her part as best she could. She gathered intelligence from the royal court as a woman on the inside, always lurking in the shadows of banquet halls and bathhouses, where nobles exchanged secrets and rumors, unaware they were being overheard.
The red-haired elf was never one to revel in elaborate gowns and intricate hairstyles, but she did her best to meet the expectations of courtly life. Before long, she became the queen's favorite. Saebryn sought out her company more than that of the other ladies-in-waiting, much to their chagrin.
What Tavethil did not expect, was to grow to care for the woman she had been sent to betray — and whose husband she was meant to poison. The longer she remained at court, the more she came to understand the queen's burdens, rarely leaving her side. She had not expected the sovereign to be so sharp, observant, resourceful, and possessed of a caustic wit that was still never cruel.
Saebryn valued her independence, and while, to outsiders, her life appeared to be a gilded cage built for a beautiful, unassuming woman, the opposite was true. In many aspects, she was the one who truly held power.
And so Tavethil made the only mistake that truly mattered — she fell in love.
She became fiercely protective of her queen. Once content to hide in the shadows, she found herself drawn into the royal chambers and, eventually, into Saebryn's bed.
Perhaps it was the naivety of youth, or perhaps her judgment had been clouded by love. Whatever the reason, the instincts that had always kept her hidden and untouchable began to fail her. No matter how carefully the two women concealed their relationship, Tavethil was no longer as invisible as she believed herself to be.
As their bond grew stronger, the two women became determined to flee together. For months, they carefully planned their escape, intending to fake the queen's death before slipping away from Neverwinter under assumed identities. What they did not know was that Tavethil herself was being watched. Once it became clear that she intended to defy her orders, an entirely different plan was set in motion.
On the night of their escape, Saebryn was murdered by the very people Tav had once called her tribe. The plan they had devised to fake the queen's death was turned against them, and while the kingdom mourned a queen it believed dead, Tavethil mourned the woman she had truly lost.
She swore never to return to the High Forest. For years, she wandered the Sword Coast as a peddler, living on the fringes of society — an outcast to both the high elves of her father's blood and the wood elves whose malice and political games she could no longer stomach.
Eventually, on the road to Baldur's Gate, she found companionship among fellow outsiders: a warm-hearted drow cook whose maternal instincts could not have been further removed from those of her Lolth-sworn kin; a tiefling bard and rogue, rejected by her father for being too flamboyant and for transitioning into a woman; and a firbolg barbarian, shunned by her clan for being too trusting of humans and too eager to explore the world beyond her homeland.
But more about them perhaps next time 😁
disclaimer: There is no Queen Saebryn of Neverwinter in the official lore. I invented her entirely, but everything else is fairly lore-accurate, except that Tav would have to be older than the elves in BG3 are, but that's actually more traditional than not. Also, I'm aware her hair looks literally a different color every single time, but it's a tough shade to photograph 😅 it's the sun-absorbing quality, okay, shh
You focus on magic that creates powerful elemental effects such as bitter cold, searing flame, rolling thunder, crackling lightning, and burning acid. Some evokers find employment in military forces, serving as artilery to blast enemy armies from afar.
abjuration I bladesinging I conjuration I divination I enchantment I evocation (fire) I evocation (lightning) I illusion I necromancy I transmutation
auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"
I like your post with Astarion lying in a field of flowers!! Do you mind if I ask what mod you got that outfit from?
Thank you, I’m glad you liked it :)) It’s called Velvet Recluse, and it’s from badwitch – currently on her patreon (for free) .. but don’t ask me what dye did I use to make it red hahaha, I tried like a billion dyes before settling on this one. I believe it might have been one of the Izzli’s pigments red dyes, but I’m really not sure. Originally, the outfit is bluish purple
