LETALIS , the daughter of a god. an independent and extremely selective writing blog for morgana elwyn , based in fantasy / dnd & originating from the dark urge of baldur's gate iii. unaffiliated with the fandom. content can be extremely triggering , dark themes ahead. written by farrah , 27 , she / her. blog first established in october of 2023.
A STUDY OF : feminine rage , second chances , favorite daughter of the devil , kindness is not a mistake , finding out who you are really , murder incarnate , letting yourself feel , the underestimated woman.
❛ i know it's not entirely my fault, but i feel like i must apologize for the actions of my sister and my father. ❜ arms are crossed tightly over her chest and while they hold his gaze for a moment, her eyes swiftly turn away. she was still feeling unsettled with the newfound knowledge of her history - as well as her companion's harsh words when they found out her role in all this. surely, the list of victims for bhaal was not her fault, but she was a bhaalspawn. his former chosen and ... favorite child. morgana tastes bile in her mouth at the thought and she audibly sighs, forcing her gaze back towards him. ❛ so, whatever you need, i will do my best to help. it's the least i could do. ❜ / @casiopiea.
❛ you must know, i do not trust easily. ❜ she meets his gaze easily, tilting her head up to match the height between them. it was true, she didn't trust easily, but it seems lately that she didn't have much of a choice. it's either she trusts a bunch of strangers with her life, or risk going it alone and perhaps dying in the process. and despite only knowing as much as a name, dying certainly wasn't an option. her lips purse and her hand fidgets at her side. ❛ so, please ... don't break it. ❜ / @highwrath.
❛ i'm beginning to see why most don't like it here. ❜ she says, her voice quiet in the silence and side eyes a dead raven to their left, praying to whatever deity out there that it doesn't come alive. she didn't like the shadow - cursed lands in the first place, but her desire to get the hells out of here grows by every second. her bow hangs loosely in her grip and her gaze shifts to her favorite wizard beside her, stepping closer so he can hear her properly. ❛ it almost makes the goblin camp seem welcoming. ❜ / @arcanecast.
@fayruns : it’s about celebrating survival. reminds me that anything is possible. (from nienna!!!)
if anything proved that the impossible was possible, it was their survival. by all counts, they should be dead. they shouldn't be left standing as they were with the tadpoles in their heads, much less narrowly avoiding death each time. lae'zel had said it herself : they should be mind flayers by now. there was clearly someone looking out for them, or perhaps some divine entity keeping them safe. or they were just lucky.
❛ a late celebration may be in order. ❜ she says with a quirk of her lips, calloused hands settling on the curves of her hips. they haven't had much chance to celebrate lately, but perhaps they'll survive a little longer with the promise of good food and drink to match. morgana pauses and her ponytail sways as she turns her gaze to nienna. ❛ any ideas? ❜
@fayruns : i don’t like this place . the darkness , & the noises , & the awful feelings i get . (from nienna!!!! <333)
❛ i can hardly blame you. ❜ she mutters quietly, her bow feeling heavier against her back then normal. even if her mind seemed to thrive on disturbing feelings, she also didn't like this place. it doesn't quite help that they just killed a handful of disturbingly large spiders, and she's pretty sure they just passed a trio of corpses strung up like dolls.
morgana suppresses the chill that urges to go up her spine and she sighs rather loudly, slowing her steps so that she falls beside nienna. ❛ would it help if i offered you half of the wine i'm going to get into tonight? ❜ there's a pause and she gets a mischievous look in her eyes. ❛ plus some of the fruit dumplings i have stashed away? ❜
"Must everyone be so exhausting?" for shadowheart!
bg3 starters / accepting!
it takes shadowheart a second to acknowledge that she's being spoken to. she holds the artifact in her hands with a white-hot grip, her knuckles bruised from the earlier battle. she's tired but can't find it in herself to sleep. not yet, at least. she turns the artifact absentmindedly, just as she turns her head to address the person who's sat next to her. although many people in this camp exhausted her (cough cough lae'zel), she finds that morgana's company is not one of them.
as if she's reading shadowheart's mind, morgana repeats that exact thing. shadowheart raises an eyebrow, her lips twitching up in a small smile, the threat of laughter bubbling in her chest. she grips the artifact a bit tighter. "a bunch of strangers with tadpoles in our heads? i can't think of better company." it's her attempt at a joke, so sue her.
she leans back, using her free hand to grab for the bottle of wine she'd grabbed for herself. everyone else is mostly asleep -- except for astarion, who sits in his tent and reads -- so she feels comfortable drinking enough to make her head spin a bit. she's been on high alert for so long, she needs a bit of a break. "wine?"
it had been a long day, but again, when is it not? nearly everyday involved with run ins with the cult, or fighting for their lives, or well ... the occasional reminder that there was a ticking bomb settling in their heads. the only time she seemed to find some peace and quiet would be at night, and even then, everyone was a breath from fighting each other. they still couldn't trust each other, and morgana couldn't blame them. it wasn't like there was much time to get to know each other.
but shadowheart? she found comfort in her company, somehow. perhaps it was because she was the first one to join her on this adventure, or perhaps it was her sharp wit that she found amusing. either way, morgana settles beside her and her mouth curves into her own smile, eyes briefly flickering to the artifact in her hands. ❛ you can't say we don't have anything in common. ❜ she says smoothly, nimble fingers working to make a small braid through white hair.
she lets the quiet surround them for a moment, her mind drifting as she finishes the braid. despite their other companions, she couldn't find herself to fall asleep. the nightmares were far more often now, and more vivid. but that's not what unsettles her. it's the fact that she enjoys it. shadowhearts voice cuts through her thoughts and she blinks. ❛ do you need to ask? ❜
you're like a poem. you know that? you make everything around you beautiful.
we can't take any chances.
this, unfortunately, is going to be the worst conversation of your life.
do you believe in monsters?
if you climb high enough, even a nightmare can look like a dream.
i can’t find any more bodies. i just can’t.
let me go first. it doesn’t have to be you.
they know there’s only so many places we can go.
i feel like i’m hanging on by a thread here.
what are you looking at?
denial is a major part of our family tree.
i wish you had the luxury of grief, but you don’t.
people are scared. the edges are starting to fray.
you need to be the one to tell them it’ll be okay.
you need to use me as a punching bag? need a place to put all that anger, that regret? fine.
i don’t just sit around accepting the world as it is.
you’re gonna be the hero.
this is how we go home.
if you’re in that much of a hurry to fucking die, you should just go and do it.
you have no idea what it’s like being smarter than everyone you know.
you’re connected to this place in a way no one else here is.
it’s about celebrating survival. reminds me that anything is possible.
you need to get over it and be the scary hard ass we all know you to be.
the second we stop looking for answers, that’s when we lose.
get the fuck out of here before people start thinking we’re friends.
i’m gonna say something to you that might make you hate me, and if it does, that’s okay.
i found something. something i think is going to help us.
there’s no way you could’ve survived out there. not if it was real.
it’s time to wake up. it’s time to wake everybody up.
i’ve been trying to find the courage to say something.
can you kiss me?
we could’ve died. there’s no way we could’ve survived that.
i’ve just been so angry for a really long time.
it wasn’t your fault.
i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i’m sorry.
i just didn’t want you to leave without saying goodbye.
this is not goodbye, okay? you hear me? this is not goodbye.
just come back.
we’re in a tight spot. no one is going to pretend otherwise.
the least we can do is keep ourselves together.
we’re a community, so we can do this together.
how do we go back now? after the things we’ve seen, the things we’ve done?
how do we go home? we’re not the same people anymore.
this is the only place we’ve ever known together.
i’ll go find a sharper knife. this one’s just taking forever.
how do you know we won’t just walk and walk and walk back to where we started?
i’ve seen this town make good people do bad things.
let’s just keep moving.
when we get home, i’m gonna call my friends. i’m just gonna call them.
when we get home, i want to just be happy.
we’re all going home, right? we don’t need this place anymore.
it’s not a home anymore. it’s a fucking tomb.
if we push too hard, then something will push back.
i can hear them! i can hear them!
this isn’t some grade school softball game where everyone gets a participation medal.
you wanna know what i’m grieving? i’m grieving the loss of what we almost made this place.
this place almost felt like something that could work.
you can’t see what this place is gonna become when you fail.
what are we supposed to do? sit here and not try to go home?
at least here, the monsters have the decency to show you what they are.
it was more than that. it was special.
all those people from different places, different lives, living together. there was something. there was joy.
you have to be prepared for the fallout if it doesn’t work.
i think you’re gonna find there’s more to miss about this place than you thought.
that kinda day, huh?
she knows how to wield an ax. i’ll give her that.
i’m not gonna stand here and pretend that it was a great day.
i just need you to promise me, if it falls apart, if you fall apart, just promise me, you’ll come to me.
you have no idea how much pressure it is to be the one everyone assumes can just fix an unfixable problem.
you’re a pretty bad liar.
what’s got you feeling so optimistic?
what if we were supposed to come here?
back home, we never talked anymore. now we’re together again. like, we’re really together.
i wasn’t sure you’d wake up.
there are things out here that are worse than the monsters.
i’m sure you would’ve figured it out eventually.
where do you think we are?
i don’t even remember anymore who i was before i saw you.
i don’t wanna find out who i am without you.
you are the love of my life. and we could be anywhere, i mean we could be here, we could be there, we could be anywhere in the world, but it would not matter, because you are my home. and i would really like to be yours.
you brought me out here because you thought i could help. look where we are.
doing this is our part.
there is no way out. is there?
this fucking place! fucking makes you think that you’re doing the right thing, it gives you hope, then it takes it away like it’s feeding on your pain.
you want my pain? you want my fucking pain? come on, get it.
we have to keep moving. towards the light. we have to get towards the lights.
the voice you heard in your head is right, we’re gonna die out here.
i know how offensive you find my proclivities!
i don't know what to do. and that really freaks me out.
i don’t feel guilty.
we’re going in the right direction. we just need to keep going.
the following is a collection of sentence starters from larian’s baldur’s gate 3. part 2.
look at me - i’m not a monster.
stay back. i don’t want to hurt you, but i will.
no. you’re not one of them at all.
i was ready to run you through. my mistake, friend.
that’s far enough. what’s your business down here?
you revealed our location? that tongue gets any looser, (name), and i’ll cut it out.
reckon i might miss this place.
this place is more dangerous than i thought.
well, don’t you cut a fine figure.
sometimes i’m jealous of that girl. ugh - to feel so invincible again.
in your expert opinion, what’s the best way to kill a devil?
i’m certain there are answers out there. we’ll find them together.
there’s no story. none that you’re entitled to hear, anyway.
you can tolerate a great deal of suffering, so long as it has meaning.
until then, all i can do is endure.
please try to understand that it’s not something i can just talk about freely.
perhaps there’s potential in you.
honestly, your faith is your own concern. i won’t judge, one way or the other.
i think i did well by joining you.
you already know my biggest secrets. what more can you ask?
that wall’s an illusion! hiding what, i wonder …
sun, moon, and stars will still be there, waiting for us.
this place is pretty spectacular, isn’t it?
no book or painting could ever do its strange beauty justice.
a perfect ring of mushrooms … nature, or magic?
hmm. i thought that might’ve done something.
another illusion. is anything real down here?
i’m more concerned with this ‘twit’ who set a spectator on you.
a rival - a mere footnote to my legend. you should be more concerned with who i am.
the fools must have turned back. or, better yet, died in the search.
i need no more rivals. try to take this as a compliment, yes?
this presence … this magic is not divine, but fey.
little? i am a god! and i’m gonna rip you - tear you - wear you for a hat -
don’t do anything hasty, now.
i’ll just kill you and claim it for myself.
i’m the lord of murder - i’ll show you why.
if you’re expecting me to drop to my knees before you, forget it.
a wizard’s tower is his sanctum, a private place for research and respite. but as this wizard’s not home … i say we take a peek.
a strange place for a button. especially one that doesn’t work.
what good would it do for me to be troubled? we can’t save them all.
you’ll have to speak slowly. i find it quite difficult to concentrate with my condition gnawing at my insides like a teething displacer kitten.
the whole village is falling to pieces …
hey, maybe we can scare up a few dusty bottles of wine somewhere.
i like your way of thinking. split any takings we find?
what creatures live in water this dark?
i’m a rabid dirty dog. and i bite.
i could’ve killed you before you even noticed me, but i didn’t. stand down.
i can be discreet. no need for bloodshed.
share? you really are in the wrong place.
a bleeding heart, are you? reckon i’ll just roast and eat it.
what in the hells did you do to that corpse?
you do plenty for me, more than you realize. but this cannot be remedied.
are you alright? is there anything i can do to help you?
enough. bickering won’t save your friend.
run away, then.
(name) - i was so worried! did they hurt you?
who cares? we’re together now, thank gods!
i’m grateful, don’t mistake me, but … why help us?
freeze it, cock-stench. we aren’t done just yet.
pay up, and you get to skink away. resist, and i gut you.
drop it. i don’t owe you anything.
your incompetence has been my ruin.
stop! no more innocents will die today, (name).
you care for the weak. most curious.
you so much as touch me, and i’ll tear you from limb to limb.
ah - another treacherous soul walks among us.
i ain’t going down easy.
you been a shit since i laid eyes on you, (name).
strike him down. prove your faith.
your silence speaks to your heresy.
look, you have no idea what you’re dealing with …
it’s the whole damn reason we’re here, and i’m not leaving without it.
the mission comes first.
and i thought i’d heard it all. that’s some cambion-level deception.
i go where there’s shit to stir. and there’s no shortage of options.
i can’t remember much, truth be told.
centuries of torment will do that to you.
you’ve been naughty. and you know what happens when you’re naughty.
just who in the nine hells are you?
well, well. aren’t you a luscious thing?
been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that.
you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it.
you know, i’ve been thinking. and i think there’s something i should tell you. nothing big or terrible, just … a small little detail about me that hasn’t come up naturally.
i want to join you - to fight by your side.
i’m sorry for barging in like this, but i had to come find you.
i won’t let you down. i promise.
we all have our burdens, one way or the other.
i’m trying to say that you’ve earned my trust in a way very few ever have … i want that to mean something.
freedom - i’d forgotten how it felt. thank you.
if you have a moment, i’d like your opinion on something.
the problem is this: a preponderance of evidence that i am a terrible adventurer.
i can’t risk re-capture. i barely escaped last time.
it was a mistake. and not one we’ll repeat.
i don’t know. he was kind of fun.
we can’t just invite danger in to our hearth like that. we must be more careful.
most monsters will think twice before making a meal of me.
an old hunter’s trick - if you can’t mask your scent, spoil it.
i prefer a weapon to stench, thanks.
you’re a monster hunter? not what i imagined.
whatever you’re hunting, your stench alone will kill it.
a quick wit is rare indeed.
know how to ask, and they’ll share that knowledge. if you’re fool enough to pay their price.
speak plainly. what is she?
i think you’re mistaken - this place looks innocent enough.
truth is like a blade, my friend. we can arm ourselves with it - or just as easily find it pressed against our throat.
i would not put you in danger.
your coyness is getting boring. tell me.
you take insult where none is intended, my friend.
how thoroughly invigorating it is to stand by one’s friend in the face of danger.
you best have one hells of an apology for me.
you must have mistaken me for someone else.
that wriggler swimming in your brain juice is a bit of an inconvenience, isn’t it?
that’s none of your concern.
don’t change the subject.
keep that hole under your nose shut.
let’s not involve ourselves in this place any longer than is necessary.
you want to play the hero so badly? fine. let’s make this interesting.
gods, it’s hot in here.
i’ve had better days. and worse ones.
i am, after all, the villain of the tale.
you truly are a soul that steels my own.
you are as thick as they come.
even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.
i stand at a precipice, but if you do not give up hope, neither shall i.
all of this … it must feel like a betrayal.
you bastard! you ruined it, you ruined everything!
slow down - what did i do?
this is an interesting way of thanking me.
i don’t need this. good luck getting out of here on your own.
i know i should head home, but … i can’t bring myself to leave.
(are you alright?) / not even a little bit. but i will be.
she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.
i promise i will not betray your trust.
i cannot thank you enough.
you will face (name)’s judgement.
i wish you could have visited at a better time.
you had no right to intervene.
you’re not one of us.
copper for your thoughts?
always a delight to speak to you.
did i play games like this in my youth? was i sweet once?
what are you doing? i’m busy here!
nothing beats the taste of stolen beer.
come on, now. they’re just having a bit of fun.
let’s do what we have to do, then get out of here.
smell’s like burnt flesh.
hold out your arm so i can mark your flesh.
i’m here to spill your guts across the floor.
pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldn’t you agree?
i often feel i like raw pain too much. it scares me.
as long as the story ends in death, it’s all the same to me.
forgive me, but - that look in your eyes. something terrible has happened to you.
what i see in your eyes, in your soul, is only natural.
we’ve all suffered in these dark times. it is little wonder you hear scars of pain and anguish.
touch me and you’ll lose your hand.
the pain you suffer will cleanse you - do not fight it.
you look tired. should i take over?
welcome the pain. let it become part of you.
that looks like it’s going to bruise.
not that i’m suggesting we stop for a drink, of course.
i wouldn’t want to place all my faith in blind luck.
sympathies won’t help me to survive.
your life, much like your words, is meaningless. end the latter to save the former.
looks like the booze got the better of them. they’re practically unconscious.
they’re dying for me. all of them.
why don’t you take a closer look? i’ll observe from back here.
please don’t open the creepy book!
toddlers are easier to please than you lot.
you know, i never pictured myself as a hero.
all i want is a little fun. is that so much to ask?
having performance issues, (name)?
never have i met such troglodytes.
i was hoping you wouldn’t notice i was gone.
i suggest we admire it from afar.
it would be too much to hope that’s nothing to do with us, wouldn’t it?
i go my own way - alone.
i’ll feed your innards to the ants before i do that.
↪ 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹'𝑺 𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑺 . ( a series of sentence starters from a collection of gothic short stories . adjust phrasing as necessary . this post will be updated . )
that is a weird story , which will only haunt you if i tell it .
i like weird tales , & they never trouble me .
you’ll be sorry for it , & so shall i , perhaps .
a dreadful sense of loneliness oppressed me .
i’ve gone back a little to refresh my memory .
i can find my way back to you .
let us get out of this horrible place at once .
other men have passed here before us .
we may find something rare & precious here .
i never have quite forgiven myself for stealing it .
i brought it away as a souvenir .
i have a little surprise for you , my love .
you are foolishly superstitious .
neither sleep , food, nor air gives me strength .
i told no one , i wanted to surprise you with it .
wake up & answer me !
i cherish the theory that the soul sometimes lingers in the body after death .
i should like to see justice done to it .
you believe in the soul as an independent entity , then ?
nobody would go near the place .
you and i know what happened . or at least can guess .
don’t you recognize me ?
you shouldn’t leave your sentences unfinished .
i was just going home .
i’ll gladly come in , if you’ll allow me .
i must get back as quick as i can , it will be dark in a few minutes .
you must come with me .
i won’t stand for such nonsense , now .
good heavens , it’s a man’s body !
i wish the wind would go down .
you’ve been gone so long , i thought something must have happened to you .
the elements are always the true immortals .
i don’t mean that , of course .
shows how lonely this place is .
what else , in the name of heaven , what else ?
you know , i saw it before you did .
don’t keep pretending you hear things .
the best thing you can do is just keep quiet .
come & listen , & see what you make of it .
haven’t i explained all that once ?
i can’t disguise it any longer .
i don’t like this place . the darkness , & the noises , & the awful feelings i get .
we must keep our minds quiet .
& what do you propose ?
i slept badly a little after dawn .
the wind won’t account for all the noises .
were you awake all last night ?
the only thing for us to do is to go on as though nothing had happened .
if i could take it all back , i would. but it wouldn't change a single thing. a independent & extremely selective writing blog for a fantasy / dnd based character , originating from the dark urge of baldur's gate iii. not affiliated with fandom. extremely dark themes ahead. first established in 2023 , written by farrah.
