Asks are open if you want to request a BG3, DOS2, Persona 3-4, Fields of Mistria, or Pillars of Eternity scenario or even au. I just posted Firewhisky chapter 1, about to drop 2 in a couple of days.
Hello readers, sorry I'm taking a while to get to requests and writing. I'm currently taking care of my dad and preparing for board exams as well as enrolling myself back to college.
Oo thanks for the Balor and Wheedle fic! I’d love to hear some of the scheming with the boys!
Aww you're welcome! I'll get to it after I finished a pillars of eternity request. On that note, is there a specific idea on your mind regarding the scheming scenario with the boys?
Hi! Could I please request a scenario where Wheedle agrees to help the farmer make Balor jealous? Thanks!
Requested | Own
Game: Fields of Mistria
Pair: Balor x reader (farmer) ft Wheedle
Synopsis: Morning was supposed to be peaceful and fruitful until you stumbled upon a fallen carriage of spilled items. The expensive kind owned by a luxury man. Someone perfect for your mischievous schemes involving a rather mysterious vendor.
Genre: Rom-com
The wind filtered through the pasture in the early morning where dew drops fell of little leaves. The birds chirping in their nests were rather peaceful as the cows grazed the hay. There were several varieties of crops finally sprouting from the ground and others showing telltale signs of harvesting. The sun in particular wasn't as blazing as yesterday, it illuminated without drying the ground and shone through cracks in wooden walls. A speck of sunlight skittered over your closed eyes disturbing your sleeping figure. You woke up in two conditions: tired and mischievous.
Whatever brought out this inner child, you blamed it on the tranquil morning that had somehow transformed this day to an idea that made you rub your hands and cackle into your cereal bowl.
It was a Saturday, which meant that the town was busy with the usual weekend bazaar. Colorful stalls lining the streets with aromatics diffusing in the air. The smell of garlic, onion, beef, and gravy or the roasted scent of coffee beans paired with the sweet tangy smell of blueberry. Just the imagery was enough to make your mouth water.
"Oh, Mari." You sighed, scratching the fowl's chin, "You don't know how entertaining today will be."
The horse tilted their head, and it looked almost like they were raising their brow in intrigue. Mari lifted their nose, bumping it against your palm and letting out a tiny huff. They knew that the farmer was stubborn, so they could only offer their own tiny support to their beloved owner. Without another sound, Mari galloped towards the pasture to feed on with the other animals.
You grinned into the sky as you packed up your tools and left the farm for the Saturday market. Your steps light and jubilant as you hopped over the stone path. While you were on your way to the market, you heard a cluck behind you. As you twisted your head, you caught sight of Henrietta bouncing to the rhythm of your steps. The hen looked almost as if she were smiling up at you, happy to see her other favorite farmer.
"Were you following me this whole time?" You clocked your head to the right as you picked her up to eye level, "Did you lose Hayden? Why are you outside?"
The hen could only chirp delightedly at the attention. You raised both brows before putting her down, "That doesn't really answer my question, Henrietta."
You then looked around, bringing the chicken with you as you searched for Hayden along the woods. You continued talking to her, "You know if you got lost that's your problem, right? Not mine. It would be a different case if Hayden left the door open, which in hindsight seems pretty plausible."
The both of you continued wandering until you came across a cart filled with chests, essential oils, and luxurious jewelry and accessories. Beside the cart were several items muddied, wet, spilled, and some damaged. You turned. There was Wheedle rubbing his temple and sighing loudly. Well, loud enough to make Henrietta sigh as well.
"Seriously?" You looked at the hen who only blinked at you.
You averted your gaze back to Wheedle who was now pacing around frantically. It made sense. Almost more than half of the items he was supposed to sell are now either damaged or gone. The poor man was crouching on the ground, mumbling to himself about market values and negative profit.
"Wheedle." You gently called out before crouching beside him. "Mind telling me what happened?"
He snapped his head to her direction. The panic and anxiety bubbling to the surface, but he tried to remain calm in front of his one of his loyal customer.
"Perhaps, I can help with your situation." You offered. Hearing your words was enough to calm the vendor down, his shoulders laxing and the wrinkles on his temple finally fading. Henrietta, however, didn't get the clue and flew into your lap.
The sudden action and sight in front of Wheedle made him chuckle quietly. Perhaps, it was the absurdity of the situation or he was losing his mind over the fact that more than half of his total sales has just been reduced by a large margin. He'd probably get home with an intense scolding from his family, or worst he'd wallow in the large difference between sale and expense. He didn't know which fate was worst at this point.
He uttered weakly, "That's very kind of you, but it would be dishonorable to seek help from my own loyal customer."
You immediately stopped him by putting your hand up, "No. That's the reason why I'm a loyal customer, because I trust you. I'm sure there is something I can help with. It's only five in the morning, there's still enough time to look for or make things to sell at the bazaar. And I know the ins and outs of this town. I'll get you back on your feet. I promise."
Wheedle considered this for a moment before eyeing you, "And what do I give you in exchange? The one thing I have that could be of value to you is a snake oil-"
"No, I had a different idea in mind." You interjected, although rather solemnly.
"Oh." His brows shot up, it was the first his snake oil was ever rejected.
"Initially, I was going to meet up with Olric or Ryis to do a little scheming." Your lips curved into a small smile. "Of course, I decided to prioritize a special friend for today, but killing two birds with one stone sounds extremely tempting."
Both Henrietta and Wheedle looked at each other for a brief second before turning their gazes back to you.
"Not you, Henrietta." You assured her to which the hen visibly loosened and leaned back into you. Then, you started slowly, each word becoming difficult to speak and convey until your cheeks burned red, "What I want to say is, I had a perfect plan to get Balor's attention."
"Balor?" Wheedle shot up, his voice raising at surprise. If Elsie lived off gossip, Wheedle was always one second from a heart attack hearing it. "Oh my."
The man immediately fixed his suit and hair as if he were the one the person had a crush on. Wheedle nodded about and rummaged around his chests to see if he had what he believed could help that situation until you interjected, "Wheedle. I thought you could help me by being yourself. No potions or whatever. We just pretend."
"Pretend." Wheedle mumbled the word like he was speaking French. "I see."
"Well, let's focus on that later and just work on helping you craft new items for the bazaar." You smiled and patted him on the back, "Let's get to work."
The both of you worked at the farm. You helped with chopping and refining wood, sculpting some, assembling them to the final product before moving to craft new items in the kitchen. The whole place was alive in a messy way, but you learned a lot from Wheedle too. It didn't take long for 2 hours to pass and it was already 7 am. The sun was brighter now and the cows were musing louder. Henrietta, herself, was already chirping to the sounds of the farmland.
"Seems like the town's awake." You said, pouring in the last batch of essential oil into a bottle. Wheedle finally capped it off and stored it in one of his chests.
He bowed his head before offering some of his high value items to you, "As my thanks. I'll still do your request of pretending so you can make Balor jealous, but please have these as well."
"Jealous?" You stood straighter, stammering, and looking away. You didn't like that word, you preferred attentive or irked. Jealous was too real.
"Yes, you want to make him jealous, right?"
"Well, that sounds extremely suspicious." You sighed. This made Wheedle laugh, "You seem to deny your feelings."
"You make it sound like I'm in love with him." Your expression twisted, your fingers twisting and turning. This time, Wheedle didn't laugh. It was obvious to anyone. So, as a friend, Wheedle straightened his posture and offered his arm to you. "Let's go. He's the first to roam the market. He's probably wondering where I am."
When you rode into town with Wheedle, the people looked over with widened eyes. You weren't sure if it was due to the absurd pairing or if it was due to Henrietta sitting on the horse's back. Elsie was jumping in her heels, overjoyed as her eyes sparkled and ears perked. Balor, especially, stared with a neutral expression. His fingers, however, twitched beside him. He abandoned whatever Eiland was discussing, and focused entirely on the important matter.
You helped Wheedle with putting the items on the shelf and case displays, laughing at something he said, before bumping shoulders as you moved around. At the sight of this, Balor's brow snapped up. His breathing uneven.
"You two seem cozy." Balor said as he made his way to Wheedle's stall. "Didn't know the two of you were that close."
"What?" You turned your head to the source before acting, you waved it off and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. The piece of hair always disturbing you, but you let it be for now. "We've always been close. You just never bothered to notice."
"Is that so?" His expression shifted to that of neutral interest. He stood behind the stall with his hands behind his back, just watching the two of you like a predator waiting for his prey to make a mistake.
You could feel his eyes burning holes into your back. Then, you pulled out a plastic container from the bag. An Apple honey curry. Still warm as evidently seen from the fog and moisture building up in the container.
Balor usually received one from you almost every week and your typical excuse was that you had made too much for one person to eat. Same lousy excuse every week. So, he expected you to had another one over to him.
Except you didn't.
You handed Balor's favorite most prized meal to Wheedle. Balor's expression faltered, his eyes narrowed.
"For the gift you gave me earlier, Wheedle." You acted sweetly, hugging Wheedle as practiced. Wheedle gave you a soft adoring smile before eating the meal with grand gestures.
"This is amazing!" Wheedle gasped.
Balor winced at their awkward play, he wanted so badly to believe it, but none of you could ever appear natural. Still, he hated how physical you got with Wheedle. The hug, the long eye contact, the bumping, the easy air. You and Balor never really had that, the air was always tense and heavy, words were careful, there was a ton of avoidance, and to simply put exhausting.
Before you could do another tragic act of feeding Wheedle the curry, Balor pulled you away which alarmed Henrietta ang caused her to fly towards you in haste. The hen somehow followed you through this whole fiasco and Hayden was still nowhere to be found. Balor ignored Henrietta, he had other matters to attend to. You.
"You're a horrible actor and liar." Balor accused, which made you gasp. Your face contorting, brow furrowing and lips frowning, "That was uncalled for. Plus, who's acting and lying?"
"You." Balor pinched his temple.
"Now, how did you arrive to that conclusion?"
At this point, Balor was already annoyed. Not to mention, lost his cool after dragging you away with Elsie loudly gasping, screaming, and making rumors with the other elderly women of the town.
"Apple honey curry." He answered like that was enough to justify his accusation. You snickered, "It's just a dish-"
"It is not just a dish." Balor argued. Then, you saw it, that flicker of slight envy. This wasn't about food or Wheedle. "You know what I'm talking about."
"You got to be direct-"
"You're doing this on purpose." He finally said. "You avoided me for a week or maybe two, talked to everyone else, schemed ideas with the other boys when I was lingering at the back, sending me gifts, then disappearing again. You're a difficult person."
You stopped in your tracks, because you didn't expect him to be this observant let alone affected by it. He always seemed so aloof and composed, that it bothered you. You could never get some sort of reaction out of him. When things were rocky between you, he'd though of something, a suggestion or some sort of deal to keep things steady. It bled into the relationship as well. When you were stuck in a room with him, he'd always find a way to escape being alone with you.
Hypocritical, you thought.
"Fine, I did it on purpose." You admitted. This shifted something in him. Perhaps things finally made sense for both of them. Maybe, it finally allowed him to show sides of himself to her.
"All that just because you wanted to get my attention?" Balor leaned his head to the right as he stared at you with that look in his eyes. The dangerous kind that made it difficult to admit feelings. His lips had churned slowly into a faint smirk, which was almost invisible to other people if they rarely observed the way his expressions morphed or how his body reacted to certain people.
Your lips jutted as you focused on Henrietta in your arms instead, "What are you talking about? You think so highly of yourself sometime."
Balor snorted. He took a step towards you, which made you take one back. His eyes seem to light up at this, "You're an open book, you know. I've always seen past your act."
"And so? What of it?" You snapped, meeting his gaze head on. A mistake on its own. His lips were molded into a softer smile and eyes becoming gentler as they stared at you. He then muttered, "I just didn't think you'd go to Wheedle for help. Well, I thought I was your favorite Salesman."
That earned him a huff. You brought Henrietta up to your face, her feather shielding your reddened cheeks. The hen didn't know how important this event was but did her job by spreading her wings as to hide more of your face.
"Speaking of, why is Henrietta with you?" He cocked his head to an angle where he can meet your eyes. Annoying, you thought.
"It doesn't concern you." You mumbled under your breath to which Balor took as a challenge. He uttered, "It does."
You finally lowered Henrietta as your mind worked. "Fine. Hayden and I are working together to teach Henrietta proper manners, so she doesn't lose her awards. I volunteered to teach her how to help others."
You added, emphasizing, "I'm doing this for Hayden."
"Right." Balor rolled his eyes, a faint grin as soft as the meadows bloomed on his face. "All right. I'm actually free right now, I think I can help with your situation. Right, Henrietta?"
The hen nodded and clucked, immediately betraying you for a piece of corn fed to her by Balor. The way Balor's gaze met yours was enough to tell you that he didn't like it when you pushed his buttons, he didn't find it at all amusing. Yet, he pushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, "Told you. If you wanted my attention, you should just tell me."
He caught the way your ears blushed before you turned away with Henrietta still in your arms, "You're not helping Henrietta at all, Balor."
He chuckled, following you as you trudged towards the Sweetwater farm. What Balor did find amusing was your inability to hide your feelings, and he knew it was all for him to experience. So, he played your little games, as futile as they are, just to have your attention.
I know people usually make Watcher ships, but something about Aloth and Ydwin in deadfire makes me think they would have been such a good pair if it was more developed... Because of their conversations and quips even if they're scarce, and because they're more similar than people realize. 🙈
inchrestinggg so do you have a particular idea in mind for your request? I'll work on it and post it in a couple of days.
ah yeah I get you, I'm usually more of a readerfic person but I somehow have a poe ship that has no other fans so I thought I'd ask :'D thanks for replying anyway!
Ooohhh!!! Wait I'm curious! I'll make an exception for you cuz I understand that feeling when there's no fic or media of a certain thing you like. Request away, anon.
Hi! Do you make just x reader requests or are ships also requestable?
Hello :) I focus more on x reader stories or like main protag x character. I don't write ships because I'm not really a shipper (I don't know why.... I've just realized I've never really shipped characters in any sort of medium especially if it's not canon). Hope this is what you're looking for tho :))
Requested | Own
Characters: Gale Dekarios x reader (Tav | Hale Narariver)
Chapters: 1/20
Synopsis: Before the Nautiloid ships and the Mind flayer abduction, Gale was still Mystra's chosen. He was still looking for a fragment of pure weave to impress Mystra. But while he was searching for the lost fragment, he stumbled upon a tiefling at the riverbank. She was almost dancing with the water as she manipulated it towards a little boy crying over a burn. Gale could only stop to watch the tiefling aid the boy, because it looked mesmerizing, and because neither the Weave nor Mystra moved the way the tiefling did.
Genre: Fantasy, romance, action, thriller & mystery
Warnings: Graphic language, violence, gore
Gale Dekarios was all sorts of things. A fool was one of them. That he knew by heart, yet he continued onwards with his search of the lost weave fragment. Anything to appease his goddess. He believed that was all it took to make the goddess give more of her attention and time to him. That she'd truly love him and only him. So, he set foot to where he had heard and read of stories of an ancient tome.
He had prepared his spells, his robes, supplies for days to count. He had no full idea how long this mission of his will take nor if he'll ever survive it. However, death is not a viable option. Not for him that is. He will always find a way to live for this moment. If he were to lose now, then everything was for naught and he'd be a disappointment as he already considered himself as.
Tara, herself, tried a great deal to stop Gale from this asinine expedition that could even challenge death himself from the grave and reap his own for good. The tressym pulled on the boy's clothes with her canines, desperately putting an end to this thought. However, Gale had already had one foot out the door before vanishing forever from the tower.
Gale Dekarios was a lot of things, but an adventurer wasn't one of them. He had hardly seen the world outside of his books and magic. Thus, this was the first time he had really gone out to interact with others, learn their culture away from words and inks, their stories, their food, their clothing. He met faces and learned names, but never stuck around. He was always moving onto the next town still in search of this gift as how he's deemed it to be for his love.
When he arrived at Cormyr, he met a young girl who was reading what he recognized was a spellbook. A simple one, maybe even for idiots trying to learn. He scoffed at first, but watched the girl pathetically conjure a weak fire onto a candle. He was supposed to leave her be, focus on his destination where the village people were quiet, unassuming and almost camouflaging with nature. Instead, he walked towards the child and tapped on the wooden table.
"Are you trying to cast fireball? In front of papers and wood?" He raised his brow at the girl who had literal sparkles in her eyes as she looked at him.
"You're-" She was about to squeal when she took a quick glance of what he was wearing. He was draped in unknown robes and scarves as if trying to disguise himself, but the voice and the tone were unmistakable. Then, she lowered her voice, "You're Mr. Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep."
"That's correct, but you haven't answered my question." Gale tilted his head, although filled with pride he kept it on the down low. "So, are you trying to create a hazard?"
The girl shook her head like a bird flapping their wings when danger is near, "I'm trying to cast continual flame. This is our last candle and the lights keep waning lately. I thought I'd try to find a spell that can help us for the meantime."
When Gale heard those words leave her mouth, his brow dropped and the slightly egotistical facade left him. He then grabbed a small stool and sat beside her. She looked at him in surprise, her posture straightening as he looked at her book. He uttered, "Well, first, your hand gestures are a wreck and second you're saying the incantation wrong. It's not light ineternal beyond enfinity, you're supposed to say it clearly. Like this."
"In heaps of darkness, one cannot move nor see, it is of harsh uncertainty where the roads lead. Shine upon a light in eternal beyond infinity." Gale read syllabically as he moved two fingers upwards in a slow motion before snapping his thumb towards the candle. In a second, the candle was illuminated with a magic flame. The girl stared at it before looking back at Gale in awe. "When I get older, I want to become like you, Mr. Gale. For now, I'll study harder and get things right."
That moment cemented itself in Gale's memory, it was a simple interaction, he barely even taught the girl anything and it was a simple spell. But the way the girl's eyes lit up, and her enthusiasm reminded him of younger innocent him. That version of him that had admired magic and loved it his whole life, not something consumed by it. A time when learning new spells and challenging himself was exhilarating and fun. Not something akin to a mind game where he'd have to thread carefully just to gain approval or recognition from someone he thought would see all of him. Just for trying.
He decided to stay at the inn in this village for the night, seeing as he still hasn't progressed on his journey. The memory of the girl also made him hesitate on this quest. Was it really the right choice? Was he making a mistake? He didn't know. He wish he could see the future, wish to learn what would become of him once he actually finds the lost fragment. If it was all worth it.
He took his time here, drank with other villagers whom he's helped over little matters. He didn't ask for anything in return but information on anything that contained the weave. The townspeople found Gale particular and someone who was really dedicated to his goddess. They almost pitied him just as much as they saw him as a slave and a good man. They never said a word about it to him. They told him all they knew and none of it really said much about any artifact's whereabouts.
Gale grew restless, seeing that there was seemingly no answer or evidence that this artifact even existed. He knew it was in a tome. Somewhere. Contained in a heavy material, someone once uttered to him in a library. Maybe it was myth, maybe it was hidden somewhere else, maybe it wasn't possessed inside a thing, maybe it was already discovered. He was breathing hard at this point and left the tavern for fresh air to breathe. Letting his frustration get the best of him, he kicked an amber stone in the river.
He watched it vanish into the riverbank before letting out a loud exhale. This was enough. He had to carry on.
Then, he heard a wail from the across of the riverbank. It was coming from a young human boy with a deep gash on his right arm. Tears were streaming the boy's face as he sniffled and coughed.
"Shh, shh, I got you." Gale heard the voice; it was almost like a lullaby lulling you to sleep. The voice was as dreamlike as the owner, a Chthonic tiefling with an exotic feature of iridescent silver blue hair and slightly shimmering flesh. Her eyes were kinder, far from the seemingly evil lineage of Chthonics.
"Here, why don't you bite down on this while I magically make this wound disappear." She offered the kid a candied apple before patting his hair and walking towards the river. Gale wanted to let out a quiet dry laugh, because she made the word magic sound like something performed in circuses or fake magicians and not like him. He was about to step forward to criticize her manner of speaking or her lack of awareness. Whatever it is. He wanted to speak up.
Until he saw it with his very own eyes.
The tiefling manipulated the water like a dance, perhaps notes moving up and down a scale. They streamed languidly without any restraint or careless, almost certainly second nature to her. It resembled an artist guiding their paintbrush to a blank canvas with familiarity and trust. It was mesmerizing. Gale couldn't look away. It wasn't because of how beautiful of a scene it was, but because he had never seen anything like it before. He could never turn or twist the weave in that manner, and Mystra couldn't move the way she did. This wasn't at all magic.
If he hadn't been knowledgeable, he'd have thought the tiefling was some sort of prodigy. Seeing it in full and the way water behaved around her, he realized she was part naiad. A water spirit.
His gaze followed her. She slowly began to treat the boy, her water regenerating the wound and patching it up until it fully healed and left no scars on the skin.
"All better?" She smiled at the boy who gave her his biggest grin and nod. The boy jumped in joy, "Yeah! It's not painful anymore. Thank you, Hale."
Hale chuckled and put her hands on his shoulders to stop him from jumping too much, "Okay, calm down, Merlyn. You'll get an injury again if you moved around recklessly. Always be careful, okay?"
Merlyn nodded before heading back to his home. Hale stood up from her position and looked across the riverbanks to meet Gale's gaze. The two looked at each other for a minute before Hale gave a curt nod and left.
Gale continued onwards the next day to the Stonelands. He noticed the shift in the air, the air seemed putrid and the place looked barren. Almost no life lingered around the place. Except he spotted skulls, daggers, and torn fabrics. From this, he quickly deciphered that the only beings loitering this village were goblins and ogres.
Gale padded quietly, his shoes making faint clicking noises against the pavement as he passed by withering houses and cracked glasses. There was blood on the ground and walls, painting a story on fights that have happened and which side had won. He casted an invisibility spell and narrowly escaped a group of goblins playing a deck of cards and gambling near a farmhouse.
The spell, however, didn't last long enough for him to escape the watchful eyes of the ogres at a ruined bricked house.
His brow twitched, "Hells."
Then, teleported to a higher ground before chanting ray of frost at the group of ogres. He was about to grease the ground when one of the ogres broke free and ran towards the pillar holding the upper ground Gale was currently on. The ogre crashed into which left the ogre in a vegetative state for a while and sending Gale falling. Immediately, Gale whispered the incantations to feather fall before hitting the ground. Without breaking a sweat, Gale landed a soundwave attack on the standing ogres to push them back onto a lower ground. It didn't take a while for the fallen ogres to stand back up and dash towards him with their weapons. They were readying their stances and swinging their hammers. Gale narrowly dodged a couple until one got him and sent him flying towards a wall.
Gale winced, his back hurting from the impact. He coughed up a bit of blood before finding his ground and standing up weakly. He pulled out his spellbook and rummaged through the pages quickly before casting fog cloud and scorching ray at the ogres that had gathered to trudge towards him. Gale ran away from the wall before they could get him. Two of the ogres hit their heads against the wall and stumbled backwards, the last ogre was able to escape the same fate and swerved to the left where Gale was standing.
"Well, aren't you a little bit of a smartass." Gale spat, wiping the corner of his mouth before moving his hand up and blasting witch bolt at the wet floor. The electricity skirting the wet floor up to the ogre. The ogre twitched violently before dropping to the ground.
This shook the whole ruined building causing the bricks to fall piece by piece until everything fell down. Gale didn't move fast enough to get out of the fall, so he continued falling for what felt like forever until he hit the ground. Due to the feather fall spell, Gale wasn't harmed from the fall unlike the ogres who were now lying lifelessly on the dirt.
Gale cracked his body back into place before taking a swig of a potion that forced his wounds to heal, close up, and his bones to correct themselves in position quickly.
"That's better." He sighed before looking around his surroundings. It was a basement filled with sigils, potions, food supplies, and books. Gale wandered the area, his hands moving over the sigils until he looked at one symbol he seemed to recognize. It was a sigil meaning 'protection'. Relieved, ecstatic, and nervous all at once, Gale took a step back and examined the wall to look for cracks or anything that could tell him which protection was casted and if he could break it with simple weapons.
The wall had small cracks and openings making it easy to destroy by use of brute force, but Gale was no barbarian so he was to weak to use a hammer. He thought quietly for a minute, trying to device a plan before opening his bag to rummage whatever potions or scrolls were useful in this situation. Finally, he found it, potion of hill giant strength.
He took one more step back before casting ray of frost onto the wall. He then gulped the potion in one go and ran to grab the hammer from the ogres before swinging it swiftly onto the frozen wall. It eventually crumbled into pieces, the ice melting and the spell vanishing leaving bits of stones with fractured protection spells scattered all over the pieces.
Gale looked around the secret room before walking inside. This time, it was the tome people were speaking about. The artifact was here, it had to be. There were coffins and caskets lining the room and at the very center ahead was a stone tomb. Before Gale could reach the tomb, he heard a voice coming from the right side of the room. It was whispering to him.
He followed the voice until his foot hit a book with no markings or inks. It looked like an ordinary book meant for reading. Gale believed there wasn't any harm in opening the book and discovering what was inside.
But that was his greatest mistake.
The moment the book was opened, a strong current exploded out of the material. The book's color turned paler and dustier, the pages were flipping endlessly, purple energy kept oozing out and into Gale. Gale's eyes shone bright, his mouth agape as his body was being pulled by the Netherese weave. Gale's body felt like combusting from the sheer push and pull of the current, it almost seemed to have no end until finally his body collapsed onto the floor. He lied there unconscious for days, wallowed in darkness.
He couldn't remember what had happened days after before revealing himself to Mystra with the Netherese already growing in his body. He begged to be healed, almost pathetically. He realized he didn't have the power this time, he realized he had failed more than he could ever prove himself worthy of her. But she had banished him without another word.
The disappointment on her face had made Gale retreat back into his tower under books, spells, and finding a cure to heal himself. Years passed by and he'd grown taller, losing more weight, gaining knowledge through theories and historical books. He no longer went outside to talk to others. He barely even communicated with his own family back in Waterdeep.
Tara could only wonder what had happened to that boy.
Hale Narariver was a lot of things, but also not. She was an outcast in the tielfing and naiad community. It had been even more painful when she lost her only family at 6. The druids had welcomed her family with open arms, letting them live in the grove up in Surthay when she was born. Hale remembered happier days there, playing with the other tieflings, halflings, humans, and druids. She felt like she belonged. Home was where feet could run wild while the breeze kissed your skin and the birds sang above the clouds.
She, however, could never forget running back to the grove after seeing a cloud of smoke far within the woods. Before that, she was chasing the foxes who had jokingly taken her blueberry pie. Because of that, she was able to escape the war that had occurred in the grove, but because of that she failed to save her family and friends.
The animals in the forest did everything they could to pull Hale away from the scene, but she ran faster than they could ever catch her. Her father and mother were bleeding on the ground, trying to tell Hale to run away. She couldn't especially when the tears just wouldn't stop falling down her face. Her mother had no other choice but to use her remaining strength to command the waters to pull her daughter away from where the hooded figures roamed to collect the bodies and burn them.
Hale cried as the water pulled her to the waterfalls to hide with the other animals. This was the only shelter and family she had left. The foxes did their best to make her laugh, the bears kept her warm, the wolves taught her to hunt for food, and the monkeys helped her learn how to climb trees and hunt from above. That was how Hale survived for so long. That's how she kept the remaining grove safe and secured. She killed from the trees, stabbed from the darkness, and drowned intruders nearing the waterfalls.
At 10 years old, she got back to the burned grove to collect clothes she could wear, weapons she could sharpen and memoirs she could collect just so she could remember her home. The memory of home was already fading, she could barely remember what her mother and father looked like, what they smelled like and what everyone in the grove sounded like. Everything that had ever lived in the grove was lost on her.
She hated herself for that. So, she held onto whatever she could find. The grove leader's staff, her teacher's long bow, her father's shoes, her friends' teddy bear and trinkets, and her mother's ring.
"I'll avenge you." She whispered to the quiet grove. The only thing she remembered from the hooded figures was the skull marking on their wrists or chests.
"Whatever it takes." She hugged the items to her chest. She was preparing to leave the grove to the forest and the animals.
At 11, she had walked to the Temple of Tempus where Paladins and Clerics roamed. It was the first time the temple ever saw someone beg to be taken in, especially a child let alone a girl. Paladin Nile heard the desperation in her voice, the drive and fire in her eyes as she stood up and no longer begged or asked, but demanded to be trained.
Paladin Nile to her into his care and trained her to wield a bow properly, but with her innate ability for magic, he let a wizard teach her how to hone her talent. He noted that Hale hadn't randomly stumbled upon the temple, but that Tempus had specifically chosen her for reasons he could not yet name. He could just sense that it had something to do with the darkness swimming in her eyes.
At 21, the Temple had been raided. Hale was keeping watch with the clerics and providing refuge for the townspeople. She used her powers to create walls of ice to shield the whole temple from more intruders, but some of the bandits managed to get inside. With the clerics already trying to heal the paladins and soldiers fighting outside the temple, Hale had no other option but to divide her attention and fight the bandits. She threw ice shards at the bandits before clouding them with daggers to keep them from moving until the soldiers could come back inside the temple.
However, more enemies were spawning and appearing left and right. Some were already attacking the civilians to which Hale had to quickly get into close combat with. She swung her sword, killing some of the bandits before she turned around to fire her bow at the others running towards them with their own daggers and scepters.
"Tempus!" She called out as her blade blazed with magic. She slashed the intruders through their stomachs up to their heads, cutting them up into two before casting soundwaves to push the enemies away from the civilians.
"Go! Go!" She ordered the townspeople to escape using the hatch, "Hurry."
The clerics accompanied the civilians to safety while she remained with the archbishop on the temple. The paladins and soldiers were finally able to get back inside the temple unscathed. The doors were slowly closing when Hale caught a sliver of silver piercing through the wind. The silver arrow thin as a stick found the space between helmet and armor of Paladine Nile.
Hale screamed, casting a gust of wind from afar before it could reach the paladin. It was only centimeters away. Only a second away. If she had only moved faster, if she had only taken one more step, if she had only close the doors quickly, if she had just remained on guard, Paladine Nile would've been alive today.
She watched the arrow go through the paladin's throat before exploding him into pieces and blasting the soldiers, clerics and other paladins near him away.
Hale wailed, she couldn't hear her voice, but she could feel it. She could feel her body giving up as her knees hit the carpet. She could see with her own eyes that the father that had stepped in was just a pile of bones, scattered flesh, and blood on the stones. Her perception was hazy, but crystal clear when she saw the same skull marking on the bow.
She lost memory of what had happened next. Just bits of what had occurred that stormy night. Lightning, thunder, rain, nimbus clouds, a great flood wiping the town ahead of her.
The clerics, paladins, and soldiers watched in horror as Hale commanded the sea with the strength of a deity. They watched as her body glowed blue and silver as she screamed and thrashed. They realized then why Tempus had let her in.
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