Moriarfer

Some screenshots, some information 26 lvl

[moriarfer]

Just a chill guy who likes to talk about characters. Making edits and shots when the mood takes me.

BGIII:

Seylas remembers almost nothing about himself. Only a kaleidoscope of fragments: a statuesque woman with fiery red hair; a room with a pile of books; the frightened faces of the victims; a strange, hunched creature; a descent somewhere below the city, and then blood, blood, blood...

High Elf | Bard/Rogue | Neutral Evil ⮕ Chaotic Neutral | Haunted One

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30 Questions for your Dark Urge

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V

Ink of Baldur's Gate 2025

Seylas x Astarion

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[moriarfer]

Just Seylas with glasses

[alstromeri-a]

Giveaway

A rare (very rare) event for me (but I keep my promises🖤).

What will you get? — 5 shots. This can be your OC, OC + LI, or a battle shot. You can choose all options or just one — we’ll discuss it.

What do you need to do? — Repost. Oh, and share your Tav/Durge (and their partner) in it — I just want to admire them)

When will the results be announced? — January 19. Random magic will decide ✨ unfortunately I can’t work with unique Tav (or similar mods). Other than that — no restrictions.

May luck follow you🖤

[moriarfer]

I'm also going to rebuild my social life and try to get back into virtual photography:D

Well, you actually know my Seylas, but I'll be happy to try my luck in your giveaway!

Thank you for the opportunity! Admire your work

[moriarfer]

Experiment

A long, winding corridor with several paths into the Mind Flayer Colony led to somewhere lower and lower. There was a stench of fresh and old blood, something salty and rotten, and the stale air made it hard to breathe, causing wanderers to wrinkle their noses. There were symbols of Myrkul everywhere, corpses, body parts, bones and skulls. The corridors were lined with strange living membranes. The walls here, as on Nautiloid, didn't just look alive, they breathed, and that only served to spook the atmosphere of this place.

No one knew where to go, only Seylas slid his gaze along the walls of the Colony, feeling a sense of deja vu. He had been here once. But what could he be doing here? History swirled like a whirlpool, pulling him in, but the scraps of memories flashing through his mind weren't enough to make sense of anything.

Seylas didn't know how much he was absorbed in his thoughts, and only came to his senses when the door opened before him and he found himself in a spacious room. The elf cast a quick glance back to make sure the others were following him, and stepped forward cautiously. There were barely audible voices coming from somewhere in front. A woman. Seylas stopped, peering out from around the corner, and spotted four cultists, three of whom were standing with their backs to him.

''We need…'', the necromancer's voice trailed off for a moment. She frowned at Seylas, then stepped forward. The elf squared his shoulders, wanting to look even more solid and taller than he was.

''What are you doing here?''

And before Seylas and the others could even answer, her eyes suddenly rounded with wonder.

''I know you! It's... you! I can't believe you're still alive!''

Seylas didn't remember this woman. Not her face, not her voice, not even her scent.

''Do we... know each other?'', Seylas asked, more with fatigue than with a desire to actually know something. How many more familiar faces would he meet from past live that he didn't remember?

''Are you talking? What a lovely voice!'', her eyes lit up with fire, she changed in a second, transforming once again into an obsessed scientist.

''I knew you weren't like the others! Everything I learned about tadpoles I learned from you, my favourite experiment!''

''Experiment'' 

The word stabbed his ears, and Seylas felt uncomfortable. He'd been like that once in his past life. He'd looked at others as if they were nothing more than meat to be slaughtered. He'd never been a sympathetic person, and after he'd joined the Cult, he seemed to have lost what was left of his humanity. What a shame. The hunter has become the prey. It was only natural that he would end up on the torture table of an even crazier follower of the Dead Three than Seylas himself.

Kressa talked a lot, with passion and gusto. She savoured the details of how she had found Dark Urge on the verge of death here in the Mind Flayer Colony. He lay here, bleeding. He was battered, exhausted, and clearly had a tadpole in him. The perfect candidate for exploration!

Kressa was obsessed with him. She hid him from Balthazar, and spent all her time in the lab, wanting to learn the effects of the parasite on the host. She performed experiments that were more like torture. Because of the unusual way the parasite was introduced, everything about the a Myrkulite necromancer's new pet was special. The parasite secreted an oil that smelled like garlic. And the weakened Urge fought for his life to the last, almost strangling his «saviour».

Memory obligingly concealed all these horrors, only for a moment the elf felt a phantom pain. His ears rumbled and all his thoughts were focused on the words.

Kressa wouldn't let him go. Not for all the money in the world. And for Myrkul's followers, death would not be the end of it. She had demanded with passion and enthusiasm that her assistants return Seylas to the table to continue her experiments, and that was a reason to act.

Looking at her corpse, Seylas felt nothing. There was no pleasure, no sense of accomplished vengeance. Nothing. Just a few flashes of memory, blurred images and nothing else. He wasn't even sure if his name was his real name. And how much time he had spent here, being a toy in the hands of a cultist. His personality was completely erased, and left as dust somewhere here in the Lab. The necromancer had simply become another piece of the past. Seylas didn't immediately remember that he wasn't standing alone. And when he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder, apparently wanting to support him, the elf only jerked, throwing the other man's hand away.

''Don't…'', he asked threateningly, still not turning his eyes to the group. He didn't want to see their faces. Somehow he thought they were more shocked than he was.

''Come on, we don't have time for a requiem, we've been here too long already.''

[nightrishenka]

OC by @moriarfer (thanks for creating him btw :з)

I 'like' how my mental state can be determined by my paintings.

[moriarfer]

A little bit of atypical content — today, fan art featuring my character from another universe, lol

Thank you very much!

[moriarfer]

Today is my birthday! 🎂🎉

Here are some artworks from wonderful artists and friends with Seylas, who drew them for me as gifts!

Thank you so much for your awesome work!!!!

@clearpeachnerdperson-blog @drmace @birmit @de4thpunch @janonna-art

VLGRLRD Kiku Rakshemau and Vitpla

[oonalovesastarionssimpleplan]

To all BG3 daydreamer and romancers!

How openly do you show your romantic feelings in camp? Do you keep it secret, or can the whole camp hear you?

If you hide it - why, and when do you make it public?

Which other companion knows about it and gives you advice? Or is there even some jealousy involved?

Tell me everything. I want to read it all

[moriarfer]

Oh, that's an interesting question, time to answer!

So, speaking of Seylas and ‘public show of feelings’, I want to start a bit further back to clarify how he was formed.

Seylas is a Bhaalspawn, so he literally does not know how to love; he had no example to follow. Creatures like him experience passion, obsession, perhaps affection, but not love. In The Murder Tribunal, we are told that a Bhaalspawn are called not only to kill, but also to give life, which is why Seylas has a very high libido. But he has always believed that any relationship is a weakness that can be exploited for his own purposes. He enjoys sex, but does not see the point in entering into a relationship for that reason.

Before the Mind Flayer Tadpole entered Seylas' head, he often used his appearance and charisma to seduce his victims, kill them, or get info out of them. He enjoyed ‘playing’ with them, and what he liked most was hearing girls and men confess their love for him. However, he himself was always cold and indifferent. He could smile at a naive girl, hold her hand and promise to always be there for her. But it was all just a lie.

He was also desired in The Bhaal Temple. Many cultists wanted his attention, wishing to receive a piece of his approval. They also wanted to serve him, although relationships in the cult of Bhaal are somewhat more complicated and also far from the concept of ‘love‘ or ‘respect‘.

When Orin betrayed Seylas, he lost his memory, but his physical needs remained the same.

Seylas began to realise that the travel would take longer than a few days, so he decided to find some fun for himself by starting to pay attention to absolutely everyone in the camp, just waiting for someone to give in to his charisma.

He was most interested in Shadowheart, and although she pretended not to be interested in Seylas, but she sometimes left room for ambiguity.

Lae'zel didn't always understand Seylas' hints; the difference between their cultures had a strong effect on them, but at some point she found herself not opposed to spending the night with him. The elf was not a warrior, but Lae still saw in him a core that attracted her. For him (and for Lae'zel), it was an exotic experience, but a one-time thing. It was obvious from the start, but it was interesting enough for both of them to try it and just have fun.

Astarion, on the other hand, was looking for someone strong who could solve his problems. Karlach and Gale were not the right match for him because they could die at any moment due to their " features", and Lae'zel was overly devoted to her people and too alien, even though she was quite a good fighter for her young age. Essenval and Wyll were too ‘righteous’ in Astarion's view, and it was more difficult to approach them in the way a vampire was accustomed to - through seduction. Therefore, he had his eye on either Seylas or Shadowheart. Unlike Seylas, she seemed more unapproachable, while Seylas readily responded to flirting, flirted back, agreed to sleep with him, but later simply ignored him, which annoyed Astarion. It was like they were hunting each other. And at that time, Seylas was quite open about his "feelings", because in fact he didn't have any.

There was another problem: Shadowheart and Seylas were finding more and more in common. Even if Seylas wasn't in love with her, he felt a simple sympathy for her. She felt the same way about him, so at the Tiefling party, she suggested they have a glass of wine together.

Everything was not going according to Astarion's plan, so when the drunk Seylas was about to go to his meeting with Shadowheart, the vampire, as if he had been waiting for this moment, caught him halfway there and took him away. From that moment on, the trap snapped shut.

If before their relationship with Seylas had been based more on sarcastic remarks and rather sharp jokes about each other, now it had become more like friendship.

After Alfira's murder (in my headcanon, she spent a little more time with the group, almost until the Pass, so her disappearance was significant), a lot changed in the camp because now Seylas had shown himself to be dangerous. After a vote within the camp, it was decided not to expel him, but no one could allow him to roam around at night either. So now the elves in the camp, who needed four hours of sleep, kept watch over Seylas.

When Seylas had sleepless nights, he would talk with Astarion or Essen. At first, Astarion often joked that now there was someone even worse than vampire spawn in the camp. These nights led to the beginnings of a friendship between Seylas and Essen, and between Seylas and Astarion — something that could truly be called a strong friendship with benefits. There was a strange mutual understanding between them, and in some ways they were surprisingly similar.

When, towards the end of Act II (in terms of the game's timeline), Astarion finally confessed his feelings to Seylas, he initially decided to reject him and say that he wasn't interested at all. He had never sought a relationship, never wanted one, and never looked for one, but the time spent with Astarion and their understanding made him change his mind. After thinking it over again, he went to Astarion himself to talk to him. Seylas was honest about the fact that this was his first experience too. And even if it wasn't, he couldn't remember any other. To some extent, he was simply confused because he didn't know what it meant. Actually, Astarion didn't have much experience either, so they awkwardly decided that everything would be ‘as it was before,’ but now they would simply call it a ‘relationship.’

Seylas didn't want to say that they were together now. Although it was silly, because all his companions already knew that there was chemistry between Seylas and Astarion. Seylas began to feel vulnerable. They used to talk a lot and discuss things together during breaks, cleaning their weapons and joking around, but now they tried to keep their distance from each other. Karlach and Shadowheart understood everything right away. And they had known for a long time. Essenval guessed and simply told Seylas that he would support him no matter what. Gale guessed too, given his intelligence. Jaheira simply said something along the lines of ‘young people,’ Minsk said that Boo whispered to him, and Halsin sensed the closeness between Astarion and Seylas. Only Minthara and Lae'zel were didn't care. So the irony was that the harder Seylas tried to hide his relationship, the more everyone knew. After all, it's hard to hide your closeness when you've been travelling together for almost a year and living as neighbours.

The only time Seylas truly allowed himself to show that he and Astarion were more than just friends was when he kissed him before the final battle in the High Halls, assuming that they might die.

They also attended the Withers' party together. And although Seylas still dislikes talking about his personal life and tries to answer questions about it either ironically or by changing the subject, at least now he is in a relationship and does not consider it a weakness or a hindrance, something unworthy of attention.

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[oonalovesastarionssimpleplan]

My Lord of the Underdark headcanons

After Astarion was forced to flee from the docks after the battle, he hid in the sewers. There, he met Dalyria and Yousen, who were searching the tunnels for stray spawns that were preying on the wounded civilians.

Astarion helped them find those spawns and bring them back to the Underdark. He told them about the Arcane Tower and decided to bring them there.

Meanwhile, Oona was busy trying to convince Karlach to return to Avernus with Wyll, saying farewell to Lae’zel, and debating godhood with Gale. But when she went to look for Astarion, she couldn’t find him anywhere. After several weeks, and several tears, he suddenly stood before her again.

At first, they stayed in the city, because Oona felt the need to help. After all, as Durge, she was partly to blame for everything that had happened. They process bounty letters and made sure that the city’s criminals wouldn’t prey on the desperate survivors. But the city didn’t want Oona’s help, some even demonstrate, so they eventually left. Their first destination was the Underdark.

Before they reached the camp, Oona perfumed herself with garlic oil, something Astarion absolutely hated and they spent their first few nights apart. But she didn’t care, though, not until she had earned the respect of the spawns and was safe from any unwelcome fangs.

They helped set up the Arcane Tower, creating rules and agreements to ensure the community will function.

Oona noticed how Astarion truly thrived in his role as a leader, and together they decided to stay for a while.

On the top floor, the siblings set up their rooms. Oona and Astarion also built walls and created a room of their own.

They began planning alliances, or hostilities, with neighboring colonies. Looking for fugitive spawns that don't want to follow the rules or look for lonely spawns.

They posted messages on bulletin boards, offering their help with monster problems or proposing that convicted criminals can be sent to them. 

Oona grew close to Dalyria, trained her in combat, and together they shared a mutual hatred for Violet.

Astarion befriended Sebastian, to whom he promised that he would help build a path toward a normal life as a carpenter in Baldur’s Gate someday.

Eventually, they were attacked by followers of the Bhaal cult, during that Dalyria was killed. From that moment on, Oona’s priority became the complete destruction of the Bhaal cult one day.

[oonalovesastarionssimpleplan]

To see in the first picture , which is also in the Video is: left side - Bowee;D @davenswitcher but with the wrong hairstyle ig D: @maeryls-journal @elceewunjo @krewetalovespierogi Right side - @vetochkarowan @moriarfer @aristenfromwarsaw @michanvalentine @missfortunetherogue sry if there are not perfect. I started doing it because I needed templates for random spawns in the underdark, and then I began making some kind of tavs I often saw on Tumblr :D In hindsight, I wish I had done more. So don't be sad if you're not included.

[moriarfer]

Hahahah, that's very nice! The party in the Underdark looks wonderful :D With such a crowd, nothing is scary

[the-red-drow]

Your OC as a Patron Saint

Tagging @utrennyaya, @goosebuermps, @spillingteanotpermitted, @mogruith, and @polaris-de-profundis

Nobody tagged me in this, I just thought it would be fun to see if the results for this quiz were anything like i thought they'd be and, well...

yep, pretty much lol

Kammon as the Patron Saint of Houses

This is interesting to me because in another quiz a long time ago, Kammon was the god of home and family or something, and I do associate him with family and finances; so this is an interestingly twisted take on that.

I was wondering what would happen if I took Kammon's qualities and motivations to their (negative) extreme, and I got some sort of ascended, infernal bookkeeper Kammon who serves Asmodeus. All the structure and order and paternalism one might find in a house, anywhere in Faerûn, but feeling nothing like home.

And if you ask me why his wings are like angel's wings I'll say "it was a joke on Asmodeus' part" and not elaborate, but really I just thought that I had succubus wings when I didn't, but I ended up liking these anyway.

Deet's below the cut because blood.

Deet as the Patron Saint of Martyrs

Like, I'm not even surprised. The way Deet will open his veins for you—any of you—and just smile through it. The way he'll accept almost any treatment and forgive people far too quickly. It's one of his least charming qualities, imo. I almost expected this one.

This shot is actually why I made these two "saints" in cc at all, because I remembered that I had these beautifully gross bloody Durge scars.

Anyway, here's Deet being the absolute pinnacle of pointless self-sacrifice. I like to think that his relationship with Astarion teaches him how to be more selfish.

[wild-surge]

I made the quiz for Valeria, Riannon and Eli but today is one of these days, where nothing seems to go according to plan - body decided to act out and the laptop might suspect it's getting replaced because the amount of times it soft-locked on me when I tried to recreate the characters makes me want to scream.

Not happy with this vp but if I don't answer the tag now, then I probably never will. Would like to say I have something prepared for Ria and her Dad but.. Eh.

Because how can you make a home of your own when you never knew how it felt to have one.

A little thing that lives in your walls, a hallucination or your eyes playing tricks on you. She walks the corridors of old houses, new houses, cold and empty and dead. But once the wood burns in the fireplace, memories are made and laughter and life fills in those walls, the hallucinations become rarer and rarer.

Tagging @dykestelmane, @onlytavs, @animedingdong, @origamihoshi

[mogruith]

Was tagged in the OP but not sure if we're supposed to be reblogging or not so I'm reblogging from here!

I can absolutely see this for Coranzan - he obsessed about becoming a Sword Dancer for over a century. About the concept of affection in the surface world - which he's still never quite mastered. He hates quitting anything unless he just about breaks him.

I really enjoyed this, thanks for tagging me! No pressure tagging @bhaal-battle-beer-bard @optimisticgrey @twilight-sanctuary @moriarfer @the-starflower

[moriarfer]

Oh, thank you so much for the tag! I definitely need more time to respond to all the ones that have piled up. There were too many fun tests...

I like that the options for Seylas in such tests are usually quite canonical! Despite all his indifference, Obsession is a very accurate description for Seylas. His life had everything: passion, selfishness, and other vices. It's no surprise that he would become a ‘saint’ who would patronise those who couldn't control their.

No pressure tag @drmace @oona-radiant-hopeful @lamiavox6

[moriarfer]

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[moriarfer]

Ink of Baldur's Gate: Reward

Every choice has consequences, and Seylas knew this all too well. Giving up the power of the Cult of Bhaal and the title of Chosen One seemed both the best decision and madness at the same time — the timing was bad, and there was too much at stake to reject the extra power. It wasn't that he doubted the success of his allies, The Harpers or his companions, but, thinking about the number of Absolutists, who clearly outnumbered them, he came to some disappointing conclusions. Besides, Seylas wanted to live and was clinging to that chance. He'd just gotten the chance to fix something — why put his head on the chopping block right now? He did not want to become Bhaal's Chosen One, but he certainly did not want to die... His companions did not understand his choice, deciding that he had simply succumbed to his Father's darkness. He saw disappointment and anger in their eyes—and perhaps a hint of pity. Seylas realised that from now on, the Slayer—an Echo of Bhaal himself—would be his curse. He intended to deal with it later, foolishly hoping that after defeating the Netherbrain, he would have time for it. The title of the Chosen One imposed its duties, but deep down, he was confident that if Bhaal had once been mortal, then he too could be deceived. The Dark Urge boiled within him like poison under his skin. He had to fight against himself, against the will of the Terrible Father, standing alongside his companions when the Elder Brain was given the order to destroy itself. Ironically, it was pride and ego — his eternal vice — that helped him resist: Seylas didn't want Bhaal to control him. He had been someone else's puppet for too long. However, he could not deny his remorse either — a desire to atone for his deeds smouldered in his soul. When it was all over, when the pier witnessed the final choice, Seylas realised that he would not be able to celebrate victory; all this time, he had simply been postponing the inevitable. All of his decisions, urges, and ambitions had led him here, to this logical final. He was Bhaal's Chosen One, the bearer of his gift and his blood. He thought he could regain that title, just like Shadowheart once did: let the cultists search for him and pursue him, let him experience physical pain or be tormented by nightmares, but he would be able to live for himself. However, it was now clear that this was self-deception. And so, gathering the last of his willpower, he put an end to it — he killed the last ‘villain’ who had started this story. That's how his life was going to end. Not as a hero, but perhaps not as a monster either — simply as someone who tried to redeem himself by fighting his own nature and as someone who tried to change his destiny. He expected to become part of the Tribunal, suffering torment for disobeying the Father… but he woke up again. In Faerûn. Before him stood Withers. He said he was giving Seylas a second chance — a reward for resisting Bhaal and preventing him from taking over the Netherbrain. Seylas did not believe a word: there was more to this creature's motives than mere kindness. But he couldn't refuse — it would be foolish to reject life itself. Now his soul was free from the Father. He could breathe again. All that remained was to hope that the price for this second chance would not be too high again.

I always thought that resurrection in the Temple of Bhaal didn't really prove redemption. No, of course, there is a logic to it: the Dark Urge is still needed to destroy the Netherbrain. But is it really necessary? The world does not revolve around DU. Most likely, there should have been an epilogue here, which we get from Gale in Act II. You rejected the Father, sacrificing yourself, thereby denying him his Chosen Ones. And you went to your well-deserved rest.

But no. You are resurrected, although immediately after the resurrection there is a phrase that says you can now go without Bhaal and arrange a massacre. Besides, you can still become the Absolute. Therefore, for me, this is not a complete arc of redemption. The character simply gets a second chance in advance.

Resurrecting Bhaalspawn from Jergal after the destruction of the Netherbrain is also not good idea, but I like the idea that: a) it better reflects the Dark Urge's desire to become different and change. b) Jergal found an additional reason to humiliate Bhaal.

His motives are beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals; he is clearly not a kind grandfather. He will definitely come for his payment.

[moriarfer]

The Witch

[twilight-sanctuary]