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@arcanistranger
" STILL ALIVE, SO THAT'S PROGRESS. " independent TAV roleplay account for bg3/forgotten realms, penned by spencer. she/they, 30+. please read rules and info before interacting. est. 5/17/2025. minors please don't interact.
ABOUT || RULES || EXTRA INFORMATION
sorry for disappearing!
i was bitten by the skyrim bug and now i'm going to create aus for all the plotting.
HEADCANON - ANIMAL COMPANION
remeria has a lot of companions they can magically conjure up through the weave, but they have a very real raven that travels with them. remeria had said raven since they were in their young twenties, diligently training the animal to work with them. the two formed a strong bond, and with 'speak with animals', remeria is even able to communicate with the raven on occasion.
remeria named the raven wraith, and considers it one of their closest friends, next to the party they've grown close with.
while remeria still uses their spell of conjuring up a companion to help them fight in a pinch, wraith, being a real raven, still does leagues more in terms of helping remeria out, being their eyes and ears in the sky and alerting remeria of any enemies or a potential ambush that remeria isn't aware of yet.
“Don’t even think about it.”
He will not let his hair be tied into a braid.
@roleplay-abiogenesis2
they can't STOP staring. his hair is long and beautiful, much more groomed than remeria's own long hair is. for someone who spends an equal amount of time in the outdoors, how does he managed to keep so clean? remeria is covered in dirt, mud, blood, and various other substances that they can't remember, not without tasting it. which, is decidedly NOT something remeria is keen on doing.
tasting the muck on their clothes, that is.
"what i don't understand," remeria begins, idly trying to wipe the dust off their leather, not bothering to be subtle about it. "-is how you manage to keep your hair so clean." they shoot him a look, envy mixed with inspiration. "when keeping it back in a braid would make your travels so much easier. not even a ponytail?"
it's a shot in the dark. "i can help you pull it back out of your face at least." hypocritical, considering remeria's own hair leaves not only bangs, but wisps of hair that frame their face a little too much.
"otherwise i'm left to question what magic you use to keep your hair so neat."
THE ARCANE
i love love love remeria's fascination with the arcane. not just in terms of bloodline, but in terms of just the overall way it impacts their life. if an item is enchanted in some way, remeria wants it to dissect and study. if there's information to be found in books, remeria is going to take said book.
along their travels throughout the storyline, remeria has been known to stuff their pockets with any magical trinket they could get their hands on. their camp chest is overflowing with magical treasure that remeria has next to no actual use for, except that it's magical in nature. it's helped remeria grow their knowledge in every way, from improving their survival skills, to being able to protect themself/their friends from whatever danger lies on the road.
remeria is still no expert -- they would still defer to gale and his knowledge of magic/the weave on a lot of things. but for personal arcane knowledge? remeria wants to learn it all, to become arcane somehow.
🪶 — List of “Don’t” Starters
“Don’t say such things!”
“Don’t you love me anymore?”
“Don’t let them get to you it’s not worth it”
“Don’t fear me”
“Don’t cut me off!”
“Don’t you think this is the last time you are going to see me”
“Don’t bother”
“Don’t even think about it”
“Don’t lie to me, not again please”
“Don’t be this way”
“Don’t you remember the promise you made me?”
“Don’t let those dark thoughts take over”
“Don’t let the darkness in”
“Don’t be so dramatic”
“Don’t be a fool!”
“Don’t be a hero, please”
“Don’t you know how I feel?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way but”
“Don’t you see?”
“Don’t you even know the consequences your actions have caused?”
“Don’t… just don’t”
“Don’t leave me please… I need you”
“Don’t say that, you are worth more than you think”
“Don’t die!”
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i FINALLY made it to act 3 at long last!
i tell you, i massively enjoyed act 2 and the storyline that happened. really feel for both shadowheart and lae'zel. i'd love to rp with either/both for the feels!
more screenshots of remeria! blood tw
HEADCANON : LINEAGE
remeria is a mephistopheles tiefling, and are very aware of who they come from. while remeria holds no religious worship for the archdevil, they do feel a sense of gratitude. without him, remeria and other mephisto tieflings wouldn't exist, at least not in their current form.
remeria doesn't know a ton about the archdevil either. what they DO know and lean heavily into, is the arcana knowledge that other mephistopheles tieflings possess. remeria is incredibly grateful to have that in their bloodline. it's an instinctual, even if dormant, sort of knowledge, but remeria was driven to learn as much about arcana as they could growing up. far from being a master of said skill, remeria is still learning and absorbing all they can find. it feels right to remeria.
there's also the fact that their bloodline originator also seems to have a tenuous relationship with cazador, and remeria happens to be traveling with that vampire's spawn...
remeria isn't sure if it's something they should talk about with astarion or not. or if they should try not to think about it in the long run. because at the end of the day, remeria holds no negative opinion of mephisto, nor do they hold a reverence for him. it's a neutral, passive interest. if they ever met him in person though, that'd be a different story.
REMERIA IMAGES
Silver watched the arrow vanish into the dark abyss. The dark was her hunting ground—but she’d never hunted in the Underdark. At least, she thinks she hasn’t.
Silver isn’t entirely sure of anything. Normally, if she had knowledge of something, it would come back to her—like a train of thought she’d lost and just recovered. Like the Nordiland worgata the goblins had, or the gnolls on the road. Both such beautiful creatures. One look at them, and she’d realized she had extensive knowledge of them.
But this darkness brought nothing back. Surely, she couldn’t forget a place so terrifyingly beautiful.
As much as she loved it here, danger was lurking—waiting for them to drop their guard. Silver knows when she’s being hunted; part of her reveled in the game of it all. But she got the feeling she wasn’t used to being on this side of it.
Far too excited to relax, she nodded. “We should take watch in twos while we’re down here.”
Forgoing sleep made the vile pit inside her purr with delight—which worried her, but not as much as whatever was lurking just beyond the veil of darkness. As long as she was well-fed, she should be able to keep her ticks under control.
Taking them up on the offer, Silver fetched her swords and joined the watch. Her weapons could use some maintenance. Scavenged from a corpse—she forgot which—the grip was too padded for her, and she’d nearly dropped them once or twice in battle. Something told her they’d see action soon. Best be ready.
Silence was fine with her—Gods know she hadn’t exactly been an open book on this journey. But silence might make the creatures think they could approach. Best make some noise.
She was horrible with names. And conversation. But worse with names. Not a lot was sticking in her memory these days.
“So,” she began rather awkwardly as she stripped the leather off the hilt of her sword, “I’ll just be honest. I’ve forgotten your name.”
remeria looks over at silver with a smile. not a mocking one, but relief, as remeria had forgotten her name as well. "it's remeria," they say, letting themself relax. shaking their long braid back, remeria lets out a sigh, before turning back toward the darkness. "or rem, or any variation that might make it easier for you." truthfully, they don't particularly care. not that anyone's ever CALLED them a nickname before. growing up, it had always just been assumed that everyone called everyone else by a formal name. they suppose now is as good a time as any to make practice of more familiar terms of endearment.
"and truthfully," they add, "i haven't exactly remembered yours either. supposedly the stress of constantly running around. one would THINK they knew each other well enough by now, but ah, guess not.
the awkwardness is definitely stretching itself out between the two of them. far from feeling anxious or uneasy though, remeria steps back from the edge of the shadows, back toward the dim glow of firelight. it lends to that relaxed feeling. remeria wonders if it's finally because they have someone to talk to. "it's been kind of shit lately," they state simply. "all this running around, all this work, and it lands us smack dab in the middle of the underdark, with gods know what scurrying about." they force a laugh. "the sooner we make it out of here, the happier i'll be. or all of us, i guess. i don't think the majority of us handle dark and damp very well."
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“Can you feel that? the dark, it’s - hungry. Best watch the shadows.”
THEY ARE NO STRANGER to watching the shadows. remeria's gaze is already fixed upon the darkness, fingers idly sliding along an arrow they'd picked up in their travels.
above world, the darkness wouldn't feel so overbearing. it'd almost feel comforting, like being embraced in some sort of comforting hug. but that had been when the group was above ground. in the underdark, so close to the shadow-cursed lands, there's nothing very comforting about the blackness beyond their measly campfire. remeria hadn't been able to sleep much as a result, preferring to stand guard just on the edges of the light, peering into the abyssal black surrounding them.
"yeah," remeria says, barely moving their gaze over to their partner. "i don't like this area, it's too dark." they let the arrow slip from their fingers, making a small clatter as it hits the rocky ground they're standing on. they can't even remember where the arrow came from. probably from some goblins, or one of the deep folk.
it's not even the races they have to worry about. remeria has no idea what could be parading down here in the underdark. there's countless beings even deeper than even the drow. way too many beasts that wouldn't hesitate to kill on sight. if remeria were to tune their ears more closely with the surrounding area, they'd almost be certain they could hear distant, echo-y noises coming from somewhere. scuttling, maybe some hissing.
finally, they turn back to their party member. "you can't relax either?" they ask, trying to keep their voice steady. "you're welcome to join me over here. not much use trying to rest when ―like you said― the dark is hungry."
𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ASTARION EDITION ⟶ part one
“there is a time and place for violence. i mean - this place is perfect. but is it the time?”
“heaven forbid. we’re all entitled to our secrets.”
“sitting by the fire while you do all the hard work sounds marvelous, actually.”
“couldn’t you wait ten minutes before being an absolute freak?”
“you’re welcome to try and kill me, of course. but i don’t die easily these days.”
“ugh, don’t be so nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back.”
“a horrible death is always just around the corner with you.”
“stabbing someone a dozen times can be many things. but ‘the right thing to do’? hm, i doubt it.”
“immortality is only as good as the life you’re living. an eternity of luxury sounds a lot better than an eternity of struggle.”
“what are you doing? this isn’t safe. you can’t trust him.”
“look, i’m a not a details person, all right. but turning up and causing chaos has worked for us so far.”
“they were clearly artists. you can tell because it’s a mess in here.”
“you know, there is a point where bravery becomes stupidity. and walking into that thing would be very, very stupid.”
“i’ve had enough of bad poets singing of my looks - urgh.”
“is the plant bothering you?”
“until then, try not to die.”
“oh yes, i’m fine. i just feel… awful.”
“shut that oversized chicken up.”
“you know, the only way to cure temptation… is to give in to it.”
“next time, just warn me before you do something stupid.”
“there certainly is a strong ambience down here. i don’t know if it’s the bats or the decaying - everything. it’s quite homey.”
“it’s nice to see heroes are as awful as the rest of us.”
“unusually polite for a god.”
“of all the places you dragged me, this might just be the most foul. and that is saying something, given some of the things you exposed me to.”
“i mean, i hate to judge the proverbial book, but that oath may be all cover and no pages.”
“a shapeshifter? it could be anyone. i mean - it’s not me. but it could be anyone else.”
“sometimes we need to think with our heads before our knifes, dear.”
“you could watch for anyone acting strangely, but - well, you know the lunatics we camp with.”
“thank you. for being that evil bastard.”
“can you feel that? the dark, it’s - hungry. best watch the shadows.”
“this place brings back the worst memories.”
“well, that’s disturbing. still, better than having an actual conversation with him though.”
“oh no. not again.”
“honestly, just once, could we end up somewhere normal?”
“i prefer to travel in smaller groups. it’s more… intimate.”
“nice as it is, she still doesn’t have the best hair in the camp.”
“thank goodness. i was worried i’d have to get involved. now, let’s keep our hands to ourselves.”
“i much prefer it when i’m the one prowling in the shadows - about to strike.”
“ah, nothing says ‘true love’ like faking your own death to avoid someone.”
“you’re not going to eviscerate him? i was hoping for a show.”
“it’s just a waste of a perfectly good cult we could be controlling.”
“can you - ugh, can you shut up and let me read?”
“i hate to be negative. but they’ll carve you up like a goose.”
“my, she sounds positively demented. i love it. let’s tell her everything.”
“you villain. i didn’t know you had it in you.”
“a well-presented face can open a lot of doors.”
“hardly a promising introduction.”
“do you mind? i’m brooding.”
“i’d rather be the only dark power inside your body, if it’s all the same to you.”
“easy now, let’s not do anything hilarious.”
“i’m with you, my dear. wherever this leads.”
“i appreciate anyone who opens a conversation with bodily harm.”
“nothing like a little camp drama to spice up the evening.”
“it’s almost a pity things ended up amicably.”
“what do you see when you look at me?”
“i would’ve liked more for my trouble than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.”
“do you have any other chaos you need to unleash here?”
“all i want is a little fun. is that so much to ask?”
“don’t be so sour. i like a good time as much as anyone.”
“this seems like a lovely little spot. the sense of impending doom aside.”
