the vengeful gur

Indie Tav (OC) -- Baldur's Gate III Likes and follows from chrywrites 𔓘

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journal updated — the vengeful gur ( astrella "ella" netherveil ) rouge, assassin, monster hunter ─ a tav of original creation, based around the lore and universe of baldur's gate III with a few headcanons mixed in.

mdni (21+ only), MATURE THEMES PRESENT, avenged by chry ( "cree" )

rules ┊ things to bear in mind ┊ caard ┊ tag dump

this is an open, safe space with no judgements. if you're going through a tough time right now, you're not alone. my dm's are always open ─ let's chat. 𖹭

Prologue (and writing preview) below -- enjoy and happy writing:

Ella was only eight years old when she learned that some things are better left unseen, though she didn't understand the warning or the notion behind this until the front door of her home in Broken Bridge vanished in an inward spray of splinters and corroded iron. The invader responsible was wrapped in dark rags, their face shrouded by a hood, aside from a very menacing pair of glowing red eyes. They didn't move like a normal person; they traversed the foyer like smudges in a painting, twitching abnormally until they entered the kitchen.

As the young tiefling tried to control her shaking frame, she watched from a gap between the linen closet doors as the kitchen became a sudden blur of violent motion. Her father, a Gur, fought with prideful brutality with a dagger in one hand and an automatic crossbow in the other. Her mother followed a step behind, instead choosing to cradle her sewing kit and a few other belongings close to her chest. Despite trying to fend them off, Ella's parents would not end the victors of this fight. The choreography broke when a second intruder -- something that resembled the skin of a man stretched far too thin over a frame of calcium -- lunged from the destroyed door's frame. Its blade was swift, as were its moves. It delivered an eerie silence to the house that ended in a wave of crimson across the walls. There was no pained screams, no begging, nor crying – only a crescendo of wet, cloggy gargles and the sound of porcelain shattering on the floor. The two creatures let out a laugh and turned, their piercing eyes absent of any remorse. They were staring right into Ella’s panicked soul. They found the closet.

Before she could even react, Ella felt a sudden searing pain, like a red-hot needle that drove itself directly into her right orbital bone. One of the thralls, seemingly the leader, pulled her out of her hiding place by her plaited hair and slammed her face directly against a wall mirror, and the glass didn't just smash; it detonated. From then on, Ella’s world had separated in two: one side stayed dark with a dull, throbbing agony, while the other remained wide open, capturing the harrowing image of the man leaning in to taste the bitterness in her fear. Her working eye trailed off to see the bloody aftermath of their work, and tears began to swell around her lashes. She could only ask... why?

Dawn approached. The thralls didn't linger to savour their massacre, nor finish Ella off; they were vampire spawns and worshippers of Bhaal, hand-selected by Cazador Szarr himself to eliminate the Gur leader who threatened his mission to ascend -- his wife and child were merely a bonus. With a flick of a wrist, a flaming torch was tossed into a pile of dried lavender in the parlour, the flames climbing quickly up the walls and towards the roof. As the ceiling beams began to crunch and buckle, raining embers onto her white skin, Ella felt a strange, cold clarity pooling in the centre of her chest. The fire was eating everything around her – the portraits, the heirlooms, her favourite doll – leaving behind nothing but a void. Tears streaming down her face, she crawled through the thickening smoke towards the cellar hatch, nothing but the terrifying image of those piercing eyes, threatening to haunt her for the rest of her life. She panted, promising the blackened ruins of her home that she would one day return when she'd avenged her parents...

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Astrella: "This ends now. All of it. I trust you'll make the right decision, Astarion." Astarion: "For the longest time, all I wanted was to over-throne him. To inflict the same pain that he lashed onto others -- onto me -- but I won't become him."

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• "You told me you were done killing. So whose body is that?" From @strikesfearbringshope :3

Ella glances in the direction of the Bat's chunky, outstretched finger with her good eye, observing the fresh corpse, limp and bloody across the damp floor. She looks back to her cowled partner, completely unconcerned as she lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag.

"...Relax," she snaps, her firm cadence penetrating the eerie silence of the Gotham streets. "--that's got nothing to do with me," she exhaled stale smoke directly into Batman's face. "--it's just bad timing." A chunk of ash falls silently onto the grungy pavement, mirroring the city's decay. "If there's one thing I've learned during my time in Gotham so far, it's this..." her gaze lingers on the Bat. "--you don't always get the full story."

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⚔·˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 & 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 ⋆ ༘˚·⚔··· a collection of deadly bargains, court games, freedom & chains roleplay sentence starters. genre: fantasy, enemies to lovers, power struggles.

• You fight like someone who has nothing left to lose. • I didn't free you from that place so you could throw your life away. • The king wants you dead. I'm supposed to be the one to do it. • You're not a prisoner anymore, so why do you still act like one? • I've killed for less than what you just said to me. • You think these pretty clothes make me forget what I am? • I saw you training at dawn. Who taught you to move like that? • The competition starts tomorrow. Try not to die in the first trial. • You're one of the king's assassins. I'm supposed to fear you, not— • I know what you did to earn your freedom. Was it worth it? • You can't save everyone in this castle. Stop trying. • I found blood on your balcony. Whose was it? • The Prince wants to see you. And no, you can't say no. • You've got three kills to my one. Should I be impressed or concerned? • I didn't expect the world's most feared assassin to like books. • You're hiding something. I can always tell when you're lying. • The king's guards are asking questions. What did you do? • I heard you screaming last night. Nightmares again? • You bow to no one, do you? That's going to get you killed. • I'm not your enemy. Though I understand why you'd think otherwise. • You could run. Right now. I'd let you. • You're good with a blade, but you fight angry. That's a weakness. • The princess trusts you. I'm not sure that's wise. • I saw the scars. How long were you there? • You're different than the others. I can't figure out if that's dangerous. • The king's champion shouldn't be afraid of anything. So why do you flinch when he enters the room? • The court thinks you're just a pretty ornament. They have no idea. • I found the letters you've been hiding. Who are you writing to? • You saved my life in that trial. I won't forget it. • The rebellion needs someone like you. Someone ruthless. • You're the first person I've met who isn't afraid of what I can do. • You've been free for months now. When are you going to start acting like it? • I know the king's secret. And now so do you. • You could have anyone in this kingdom. Why do you keep choosing solitude? • The foreign dignitaries are here. Try not to kill any of them. • You're playing a dangerous game with the court. Do you even have a plan? • The captain of the guard is in love with you. You know that, right? • I didn't survive this long by trusting people. But I'm trying to trust you. • You fight like you're still in chains. You're not anymore. • The magical wards around the castle are failing. Something's coming. • You told me you were done killing. So whose body is that?

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B L O O D L E S S

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he is so down bad for her. he literally worships the ground she walks on.

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she has a slightly new hairstyle and it reminds me of grace from re9

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Like this and I will throw a random Ella in your inbox. >:3

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She is a moment and I love her so much.

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‘I need pancakes. my mental health hangs in the balance.’

Of course, the poor woman was starving. It was breakfast time. They were all in need of sustenance and the culinary wizard of Waterdeep was the only one who could cook something decent enough to nourish them all. One thing was for certain: He made a delicious pile of, what he liked to call, honey-marmalade pancakes.

"Well then," she folded her arms, a smile painting her pretty face. She felt her stomach grumble. "--we'd better consult Gale before your sanity depletes any further. Come on. "

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She's such a beautiful badass but she's oblivious to it. Someone talk some sense into this bitch.

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Narrator: *The vampire's lair felt so close, yet seemed so far away. It's as if the answer lay right under your nose as you endlessly prowled the city streets and scaled every rooftop, much to the annoyance of the occupants...*

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Narrator: *You tread softly through the naturally disturbed grounds of your old home. Nothing remains of it but a pile of cindered wood and stone rubble, a ruined silhouette of your former childhood abode. It's been years since you mustered the courage to return here after what happened, but now, you find yourself harbouring a bittersweet transience as you use the estate as your campsite...*

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NEW FIT ALERT

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the bird eater - ania ahlborn sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; death , language , mental health

‘I don’t understand this, I don’t understand.’

‘old ghosts are just as important as new ones.’

‘don’t go back there. you’ll find nothing but demons.’

‘I don’t like the idea of sleeping in there.’

‘I need pancakes. my mental health hangs in the balance.’

‘rumor has it you’re supposed to be dead.’

‘nobody comes back here once they leave. it would be like breaking into prison.’

‘you had to lie to yourself to get over it. to get over him.’

‘you’re lucky to be alive.’

‘that house is haunted.’

‘just because you don’t believe in something doesn’t mean it isn’t real.’

‘I can see it in your face. something happened out there and now you’re putting it together. the wheels are turning.’

‘I don’t think you should call me anymore.’

‘I just got scared. I needed to tell you.’

‘I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live like this, okay?’

‘you always did believe in the weirdest shit.’

‘what are you trying to do, scare the hell out of me?’

‘don’t isolate yourself out here.’

‘okay, now I’m really concerned.’

‘look, I get we haven’t seen each other in forever, but you really think I don’t know? something is definitely up.’

‘I know that sounded like a suggestion, but it actually isn’t up for debate.’

‘i’ve been having nightmares.’

‘nobody comes out here for happily ever after. this town is a ghost.’

‘if I don’t say this, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.’

‘when you disappeared, everything sort of fell apart for me. it was as though you had taken a piece of me with you wherever you had gone.’

‘I always regretted not having a chance to tell you how I felt.’

‘what if insanity is just a heightened sense of perception?’

‘I can’t cope, and she can’t watch me fall.’

‘I can’t be like this. I can’t stay like this. I feel like I’m dying all over again. I just want things to be okay again.’

‘I just want things to be okay again,’

‘I have always loved you. my heart has always been yours.’

‘you want to drown in your sorrows out here, all by yourself?’

‘do you regret it? today, what we did?’

‘I refuse to lose you again, do you understand?’

‘you want me to tell you what’s happening? i’m seeing things, that’s what’s happening.’

‘once a ghost, always a ghost.’

‘I don’t think I should be here anymore.’

‘are you going to let me in? or are you going to make me stand outside while you make stupid jokes all night?’

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but   the   urge   had   considered   it   well   enough   .   surely   ,   father   would   not   forsake   his   one   true   heir   for   a   mere   devil   .   (   even   if   that   devil   was   ,   admittedly   ,   more   adversary   than   ally   )   .   and   yet   .   .   .   between   them   lingered   a   quiet   admiration   ,   a   shared   understanding   of   something   depraved   .   neither   had   crossed   the   other’s   threshold   .   not   yet   .   (   but   the   urge   was   ever   hungry   )   .   ❝   if   i   had   a   heart   ,   your   words   might   have   wounded   me   .   .   .   ❞   alas   ,   whatever   sickly   poison   lingered   beneath   the   urge's   ribs   was   nothing   more   than   a   drunken   abyss   of   vile   rotten   desire   -   (   an   endless   hollow   of   ash   and   meat   )   .

❝   don’t   confuse   this   arrangement   with   loyalty   ,   astrella   .   i   would   drive   a   blade   into   your   heart   -   if   your   demise   weren’t   so   unfortunate   for   my   purposes   .   ❞   even   in   his   greying   eyes   ,   (   a   sadistic   gleam   surfaced   )   ,   something   dark   ,   unfathomable   .   his   grip   on   her   shoulder   tightened   ,   just   enough   to   be   felt   .   (   urges   ever   present   .   .   .   a   caged   animal   )   .   ❝   .   .   .   the   devil   will   die   -   by   my   hand   .   .   .   and   i   will   bathe   in   his   cursed   ,   hellish   blood   for   tendays   more   .   ❞   indulgent   ,   perhaps   -   (   but   it   still   coaxed   a   smile   from   him   .   )   slowly   ,   the   urge   withdrew   his   hand   from   his   kin   ,   a   tight   ,   measured   breath   leaving   him   ,   heavy   as   it   passed   through   his   nostrils   .   the   thought   alone   was   enough   to   drive   him   to   the   brink   .   (   kill   ,   kill   ,   kill   ,   and   kill   more   .   .   .   )   .

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Ella never did understand the ways of Bhaal. Not that she'd dabbled too much in the way of worshipping murder anyway. She'd killed, of course, but only targeted those who deserved it. She couldn't begin to imagine driving a blade into one's innocent heart for no other reason aside from simply wanting to. She craved to appreciate the urge's fascination with all things macabre and visceral, but her mind was just far too kind to even begin that journey. She wouldn't say she agreed with it, by any means. But she'd never voice her opinion, not in front of him. She valued her life, for all it was worth.

"Calm. You'll get your blood-bath," she began, attempting to shuffle a little way from him as she felt the tiefling's grip tighten slowly around her clavicle. Was he feeling for her pulse? Trying to fuel his savage motivation? Ella wasn't sure... but whatever it was, it was starting to hurt. Finally, she felt his fingers, thus his grip, soften enough to allow her to breath and gesture comfortably once more. She sighed, as if it had happened many times before. He was... passionate for the goal, at least, she gave him that. She rolled her shoulder around as she added, "--we just need to strategise. For once." Ella was the stealth expect, the urge was... not that. "Last time we threw caution to the wind -- as per your lead, might I add -- I ended up in a cell, being poked and prodded by goblins."

Please don't argue, she thought to herself.

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Gently encouraged to post this by @wcrshipcr