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@highharpcr
Jaheira ✧ Baldur's Gate 3
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The High Harper of Baldur's Gate, who, and you'll never believe this, really doesn't like living in the city.
Enjoys a good joke, even if she ends up being the butt of it. Now a tavern tune..? Not so much.
Prone to severe acts of mother henn-ing and questionable gardening tactics.
Self proclaimed old crone.
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Oh she'd know vaguely unkempt head of curls anywhere, along with the red eyed stare he liked to pretend he wasn't giving her. So the vampire that Fiyero has as apart of his merry troupe got nabbed and dropped here too then ? There's a deep uneasy feeling that sits in the harper's chest, that only seems to grow as more and more of her companions appears here instead of where they should be.
The fate of Baldur's Gate was on their shoulders ! And here is half of the party in this place already !
" Well well, if it isn't our fine fanged friend. So they take my magic, but not your worm hm ? Quite the unlucky hand of cards we have been dealt, is it not ? "
He can't say the unease isn't shared, but it might sit with her more prominently than it does him. The brain, the worms - that was all a priority, yes, but something he has an easier time being away from. So long as he still isn't turning into a mind flayer, and they're further from the brains influence, he's mostly fine. The uncertainly of it all is what he's most uncomfortable with.
What he's truly eaten by, however, is how slighted he feels. Finally, after centuries of torment, he's gained the opportunity to bring it all back upon the one responsible - and yet it's taken from him. How is he supposed to kill Cazador if he's realms away? It's a thought consistently clawing at his mind, but conversation is enough to ward it off for now.
"Quite, although I clearly got a better bargain than you did. Gale doesn't have much of anything either, aside from mage hand of all things... well, that and the worm, but it's not like that will get him any fancy new spells. Neither of us have sprouted tentacles yet though, so I suppose whatever's keeping us safe must be fine."
" I am only, slightly vexed about that, I can assure you. " It was a bold faced, not even vaguely hidden lie, really. Of course she was vexed, a core part of her very being was stripped from her ! The harper shook her head, looking him over. Just as he said, no signs of ceromorphosis to be found, just like the wizard and the bard...
" Little victories, I suppose. "
Jaheira beat back the dread of the thoughts about the city with the proverbial stick that was idle chatter, and a tall cup of... Well, whatever the hell this stuff was in her hand. It was incredibly fruity, and missing the all too well known taste of despair she had gotten to very used to.
" Oh what the hell. Care for a drink, Astarion ? I'm not offering up myself, but I am sure there's something here that can, at the very least, muddle the mind a little. "
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He turned the pamphlet to the side. Upside down. Spun it a little bit. Surely this couldn't be it. This map is so poorly made! Surely he could draw an even better one. Neither of his boots are fit for sand, and yet this is the only thing familiar to him: the ocean- or at least, what he believes to be the ocean. There's people all along the beach, playing or laying in the sun. Volo frowns; he's not sure which direction to swim towards Baldur's Gate, if he's going to be anywhere near the big fight that he'll have to document.
<DC10 SUCCESS!> Could it really be? Was his mind not playing tricks on him? He'd never been so happy to be caught with soggy boots by a Harper before! He raised both arms up, as if in success, and made a little noise. They're just short of jumping around and cheering. "Oh- how glad I am to see you! A familiar face at last! It is such a pleasure to remake your acquaintance, High Harper!"
She'd done enough moping about, hiding in her given space in hopes that this was all just some very extended and lucid dream. It was time to just accept the fact that yes, this was happening, and yes, very important people in her life were also- " Oh gods. "
The wizard bard was here too. On the same beach, in her space. Jumping around like someone set his feet on hot stones... Oak father help her. The harper rubbed her brows with the pads of her fingers and shook her head.
" Tch- Yes yes, hello to you too. Stop jumping about like a child before you injure yourself Geddarm, sand is course, and rough, and hard to clean out of such... fine quilting. "
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It was inevitable that someone would recognize him. Not in the way he thought, because it should've been impossible. Of course, statues were statues, but with one standing right in the middle of the Grey Harbors, most people who lived in the city he founded knew his face. How in the hells was he going to explain this one? ❝ I am certain you must have questions- ❞
Awkward. Far more than he would hope, because Balduran had prided himself on his charm, but he was so very unprepared for a situation where he'd seem a dead man walking.
No human lived that long, and no illithid, even if that lifespan would've added many decades- but maybe it could be said that he was always one to do the impossible. Such was the nature of a hero of legend.
⎛ Wasn't there the story of his bargain with a devil? One that he outwitted- yes, that was a lifetime ago, but it was the impossible. Did he not retain some semblance of himself after his ceremorphosis? That, too, was supposed to be impossible. Balduran had never been one to let that stop him ⎠
❝ Time does not work here as it does in Toril, the stars above simply appar to do as they please. Such is the nature of gods, is it not? ❞
❝ But, I suppose the nature of the stars is something to discover at a later time. You are a Harper, are you not? Dedicated to the peace of Faerun ... How fares my city? I have not seen it in far too long ... ❞
" Aren't you dead ? " Perhaps those weren't the greatest words to come out of the harper's mouth, but she couldn't possibly shut herself up in time to rethink it. What else could one possibly say to a man who's face was plastered all over the city she ( rather begrudgingly ) called home ? A man who was supposed to have been long dead by now ?
" So I have gathered- Though I do not know if I should call this a work of gods, or a particularly adept necromancer... ? "
Either one made Jaheira's skin crawl a little. She's already seen enough when it came to gods messing with mortal lives for this century, thank you.
" Ah, I knew I should have ditched these clothes already, lest I be recognized... Eehhh, no matter now I suppose. I hate to be the bearer of bad news to one such as yourself, but right now your city is in the hands of an idiot child with terribly murderous intentions, the cult of bhaal and his grubby blood children are running the streets, oh and to top it all off, there seems to be a parasite problem rising ! Oh, Jaheira, by the way... "
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This is just turning out to be a reunion of all sorts, isn't it? Given, this is one he wasn't particularly excited for. Not for any reason, really, he just didn't know her as well as he knew Gale and Fieyro. He's almost tempted to just leave her be, not feeling very compelled to drive their relationship forwards; but then she'd caught him staring as he tried to make up his mind on the matter. There's a sort of awkward pause for a moment before he just.. waves once at them.
"Hello. Looks like you've come all the way from the Last Light too, hm?"
Oh she'd know vaguely unkempt head of curls anywhere, along with the red eyed stare he liked to pretend he wasn't giving her. So the vampire that Fiyero has as apart of his merry troupe got nabbed and dropped here too then ? There's a deep uneasy feeling that sits in the harper's chest, that only seems to grow as more and more of her companions appears here instead of where they should be.
The fate of Baldur's Gate was on their shoulders ! And here is half of the party in this place already !
" Well well, if it isn't our fine fanged friend. So they take my magic, but not your worm hm ? Quite the unlucky hand of cards we have been dealt, is it not ? "
What is wrong Wizard ? Surely the bear does not make you nervous !
What am I ? Chopped liver ?
(text: ms harper) hey, apolgies to ask for a favour out of the blue (text: ms harper) could you go to my place and pick up scratch and bark? you can also stay over, i don't mind (text: ms harper) i'll be stuck at volo's place for a bit and if i leave bark alone for too long he's going to eat the floor
he types and deletes another message about them needing food and water, but jaheira is a druid. she'll be aware.
(text: ms harper) left the door unlocked. i'll owe you
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Oak father have mercy, that's the first time that damned mirror box has made any noise, startling Jaheira right out of her meditations. She's grabbing the thing and squinting at it.
Right. Okay. How does this thing work again ? Just..tap it ?
( text: Cub ) Should I be worried about the bard-wizard ? ( text: Cub ) Do not worry about your boys Fiyero, I will look after them.
knowing that gale and astarion had arrived in the city had seemed too good to be true, at first. of course, that meant that their friends back home were without two more of their party members. skilled ones, too. fiyero can't picture wyll trying to open a lock, or lae'zel trying to weave a spell. still, there's a definite relief in having some of home with her again, and it's lifted her spirits considerably.
she hadn't truthfully expected more of home to return to her. though, doesn't she like to call herself greedy?
almost by instinct, her ears lower first when she recognizes jaheira's voice. there's caution in the reaction, uncertainty. allied as they are, fiyero kept expecting jaheira to turn around and change her mind, to put the needs of her own people above fiyero's. she hadn't seemed like the type of person to do so, not after they got past the first few hurdles. but then again, is there anybody else who is in a more justified position to judge fiyero's abilities as leader?
her ears tip back up once she actually spots the half-elf, wiggling a bit when the compliment reaches her. at least she thinks it's a compliment. ' jaheira! i didn't expect— oh, i am glad to see you. ' it's the truth, spilling out of her clumsily. she eyes jaheira, noting the lack of change in her attire. as if she'd just been plucked and placed here mere moments ago. ' even if the situation isn't ideal. you'll be needed at home. i suppose that makes the two of us. '
the next question comes slower, as though fiyero is calculating whether or not she's allowed to ask it. ' you're holding up alright, i hope? you look like ... i would say a bird that's fallen out of a nest, but the furrow in your brow says different. '
The druid noted every small shift in Fiyero's reaction, crossing her arms over her chest with a raised brow. They'd gotten off on the wrong foot initially, so she really can't blame him for being on edge at her sudden comment... " And here I thought you had been swept up by the shadows when I had my back turned. "
There was an actual smirk on her face as she shook her head. Jaheira wasn't going to own up to the first few days after Fiyero had disappeared, where she had stayed awake on the chance that the tiefling would stumble back into camp. He was a good leader, especially for having the role so unceremoniously thrust upon him. Jaheira could recognize then, respect it even... But even so, Fiyero was young, and the thought of losing someone else to what she's been trying so hard to fix ? Best not to mull on that now, lest she get perceived as too soft. " You were sorely missed back home, believe me. I have the lingering headache to prove it. " That was about as deep into it as the harper felt like going.
" Well, I have been tossed into a strange new place against my will, without my weapons, and the magical capacity of a mephit. It is well within reason to furrow my brow, yes ? If we disregard that, then I am just fine. You seem to have adjusted rather well though, unless I am reading you wrong. "
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Has Jaheira tucked herself away from the city for a solid week? Yes. Has her druidic soul liked that very much? Absolutely not... So, after a good hour of pacing and muttering to herself, surely making her roommates assume she's lost her mind, the druid kicked her own ass and sent herself straight out the door.
If anyone asked, she'd say she was acclimating herself ! It sounded better than ' I was clawing at the proverbial walls trying to find a way out of here. ' anyways...
At least the people she saw out and about weren't all too different from the usual crowds of the Gate, minus the interesting fashion choices. It made it easy enough to disappear into the fray if needed, or at the very least, it made her a harder target. Though, that really shouldn't be her thought process right now, all that was going to do was raise her blood pressure. There was no danger here! None that Jaheira could see anyways, not counting the looming dread of the situation anyways. " Pull yourself together Harper ! This is not a cage, you are not a frightened canary. "
The harper rubbed the crease out of her brows and shook her head free of some rather unpleasant memories creeping up her neck. Daily affirmations: Nothing could be as bad as being trapped in Athkatla... Once she'd gotten ahold of herself, the elf grabbed the attention of the first person her eyes caught, which just so happened to be Zevran.
" Pardon me saer, You wouldn't happen to know where a woman could, oh I don't know... Get access to something better than this- this kindling I've been given? "
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"YOU FEEL IT TOO, DON'T YOU?"
Gale lifts his hand, turns it over, studies it as though all the mysteries of this place are hidden just beyond his fingertips. Were he anywhere else - were he back home - perhaps they would be. But here he feels... he feels stifled. He can't explain it, and that's the most frustrating part.
"The magic here. It's wrong." His face crinkles in distaste, shaking his head. It's disgraceful for the self-proclaimed Wizard of Waterdeep, that's what it is. "I can scarcely manage to conjure the occasional mage hand, let alone anything more impressive. I can only assume you're experiencing much of the same?"
" Like I have been force-fed a Sussur Bloom. " Jaheira scowled and shook her own hands out. This whole place would've been infinitely easier to explore on 4 legs instead of two, but even that had been stripped from her it seems. The harper huffed, and rolled her neck back and forth, shrugging off the mild dread just being in this place gave her. It was common for her to want to explore a new place, stay as far away from the Gate as she could, but being taken somewhere against her own terms? That was just wrong.
" Pah-! I cannot even make a goodberry, never mind the complete disconnect from any kind of druidic magic ! "
The half elf dusted her hands off and looked around. It was best to find out where they were, and more importantly, how the hell to get out. That nasty little worm in his head wasn't just going to take a vacation after all...
" You look otherwise unscathed, wizard ! Little victories I assume. "
Chanting in a candle circle
One of us One of us One of us One of us One of us
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If Jaheira had a silver for every hostage like situation she's been in, she'd be able to get herself a new pair of boots... Though by the looks of things around her, the old harper quickly came to the conclusion that wherever she was, she absolutely wasn't the only one unceremoniously taken from their home. After taking a few minutes to gather her bearings, and a few more to be pissy about the loss of her scimitars, Jaheira took off in the opposite direction of where she was originally facing, eying every passerby for even a hint of familiarity.
And familiarity she found, in the form of bright pink, finely decorated horns at the very edge of her eyesight. Well, perhaps keeping a coin in the back pocket really does win you Tymora's favour...
" Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Bard. A welcome one, mind you. "
" What am I ? A cub ? " Shaking the wooden sword she was given. " This could not even cut paper ! "
Gonna put out a little starter call to get the ball rolling ! Capped at 3 so I don't get in over my head ! Cast members exempt !
Hi ! Hello there ! Introductions time !
NAME / ALIAS: Jaye ! AGE / AGE GROUP: 21 PRONOUNS: They / She TIMEZONE: EST WHERE ARE YOU FROM?: West Virginia... Good Heavens CHARACTERS IN THE GROUP: This old lady here, and Snow White! A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF: I work in the political activism field, but when I am not to my knees in all of that, My interests include Disney ( if that wasn't obvious ), Star Trek, Baldur's Gate 3, Dragon Age, and costume making ! I'm a trained opera singer and before COVID I was a party princess ! This is my first Tumblr group, so please bare with me! Please reach out to me on Discord if you ever want to plot or just, yell into the void about our beebos !
Hi again ! I would like to app Jaheira from Baldur's Gate, with no prior reservation ! Her app can be found at /app or in the icons on her sidebar. Thank you!
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Jaheira!
You will be housed in CONDO 406.
You will retain the ability to use cure wounds to heal minor to moderate wounds and will receive a wooden sword.
– mod pleiades.
