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[starbvund]

Independent, selective, mutuals only multimuse DnD RP blog featuring canon characters from lore. Penned by Bik ( 30s, he/him ). A sideblog that follows back from @apalestar.

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Rahadin ( CoS ): headcanons

Strahd von Zarovich ( CoS ): headcanons

Corellon ( DnD deity ): headcanons

Artor Morlin ( Lord of Waterdeep vampire ): headcanons

Bob Briars ( DnD PC ): headcanons

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Halsin ( Archdruid ): headcanons

Lae'zel ( testing )

Cazador ( request only ): headcanons

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Loudest muses atm: Strahd, Bob

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[apalestar]

Indefinite Hiatus. Work is stressful with the amount of shit I need to do in a short time frame. Until that lets up I'm taking a step back and indulging in video games, hiking, being a gym rat again, and garden renovations.

Writing takes a lot of time and effort. I need to turn off my brain for a while. Return when I can.

[championsofthegate]

Gale, excited for the festivities, had put on a lovely purple mask for the evening. Simple, but elegant, designed with Mystra in mind of course.

It was when Elminster had left him to his own devices for a moment that Gale was approached by another. Ah, so his reputation proceeded him?

"Of course, I would be delighted to speak with anyone who knows the art of wizardry," Gale answered. Perhaps they hoped to pick up a trick or two from him? "Gale of Waterdeep, at your service. Although if you want me to speak with Elminster on your behalf, I'm afraid he listens to me about as well as he does anyone else."

[starbvund]

“I have no need to speak to the esteemed disciple of Mystra.” Cazador said dismissively. The truth was Eliminster could easily thwart his plans. A measure most unsatisfactory given all the labor put towards his ascension. No, he deemed Gale a more malleable sort. Young. Naive. Ambitious. The perfect combination to seek out the opinion of.

“Lord Cazador Szarr. A pleasure for your acquaintance.” Though, the sincerity never reached the recluse of Baldur’s Gate’s eyes. “I do wonder of the methods taught at Blackstaff. Personally, I studied at the prestigious academy in my family’s homeland of Kozakura. Blackstaff embraces all schools of magic, yes?” He questioned for the topic of necromancy could be a touchy one.

[chaoticbard]

Alaara listened intently, nodding along to the story as necessary to prove she was paying attention. Not that she needed to nod; her expression twisted itself more and more as Halsin explained what had happened in this cursed place. What he had lost.

"Halsin..."

Her heart hurt for him. He had endured so very much, and this was only a small bit of his suffering. To have to make the choice to kill someone you loved... He had done the impossible.

"It shows great strength and greater mettle of the soul to have been able to do what you did for your mentor. Not everyone can turn the blade on someone they love, even if it's for their benefit as well as everyone else's."

She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. It didn't feel like nearly enough of a gesture.

"Ohh- Hells with this. Come on then. Stop whittling for a moment." She motioned for him to come closer, to bring himself into her arms. "Cry on my shoulder if you need it. I would not think less of you. If I could turn back time, return everything to you as it was, I would. But a hug will have to suffice from this mortal."

[starbvund]

Cry? Halsin wasn’t against the idea. His tears wouldn’t bring back that which was lost. It wouldn’t take back the pain and suffering Ketheric inflicted on these lands. A hug? A hug Halsin never said no to. The project in his hands carefully set aside to attend later. His creation waited only for him to begin shaping it again. Whittling brought him joy even in a dark place like this.

Her invitation taken. The druid settled himself into the nestle of Alaara’s arms. The gesture returned in kind. Her body warm against his. A stark contrast against the cold seeping into the corrupted soil of these lands. The heart of his friend twisted into something foul. “I appreciate your kind words. What happened here should have never taken place.”

All of it was against nature and Silvanus’ will. Shar stepped in and stole away a piece of the world for her own selfish desires. Halsin became silent for a while in her arms. Let himself just be for a moment. He rarely for a century thought of himself beyond the Shadow Curse. The obsession had driven much of his life since it befallen Reithwin.

Slowly, he disentangled himself from Alaara. “The past stands as it is. Neither you nor I can change it. All we can do is heal these lands. I only hope it can find solace and peace. The dead will not rest until it is so.” He’d fulfill his promise to save Thaniel, and in turn finally put an end to what brought Riven, his mentor, so much pain.

[thoselittledespairs]

He supposed that little tap upon his cheek was fair enough, especially seeing as though he could have killed him for more trivial things. With a quirked brow to his words about his master, Astarion gave a little bit of an amused smirk himself. Ah. So his master was but a pathetic whelp to those of his kindred. It was quite hilarious to hear others belittling his master. Oh, if the bastard could hear how one such as a Strahd, the legend himself, spoke of the little lord.

"Right, well, I am not upset at the idea of not being 'relinquished' from this place." Astarion sighed and looked around. He was outside in the middle of the day and the sun was hidden behind the clouds. He quite loved it. "I won't argue a little bit of leisure here in your realm if allowed, of course." If he was being honest, it would be grand to walk around and do whatever it was he felt like doing.

Well. That was if he was allowed to do anything as a guest. "Oh, yes of course. How rude of me. My name is Astarion." He gave a bit of a bow then, with a little bit of his own flare, of course, and stood a bit taller now. He would be much happier if he could get a little bit of a snack here in the near future. "But, of course, I assume you shall call me whatever it is you wish while I dwell within your lands. Little spawn included."

At least it was better than the 'pet names' he was ever given while in the hold of Cazador's manor. "Are there any special rules I have to follow? Games I have to play while I am here?"

[starbvund]

Clever. Few visitors came to him to ask of the laws of the land. Too often Strahd found himself on the hunt for vagrants. Criminals with no better wits about them to pillage his lands. Rape from her the ripe seeds of her labors. They found themselves trapped in his dungeons. Made out to be stock for him to feast on over and over again until sickness took them. Or he grew bored and made undead, mindless beasts out of them. The very same that staffed the halls of Ravenloft and upheld her splendor.

“Games?” A quirk of his brows. Strahd was fast outside the current lingo of the world outside his home; his prison. “I am no fan of the game of cards nor dice.” His mind conjured the memories of his soldiers gambling amongst themselves. Things he found a waste of time, but did not begrudge them their vices. “As for the laws, you do not feast upon the peasants here. They and every spec of this land belong to me and me alone. They are harvested at my behest and no sooner.”

Their slaughter wasn’t warranted. Not yet. Strahd carefully curated his livestock. The population needed to sustain him and his children. A fine Shepard he fancied himself. “But if you crave the blood of sentient beings, you may join me for dinner in my castle. I keep a few vintages from which to sample.”

Astarion was a new face among a crowd of people he’d seen over and over again. A variation in the long years of eternity. Of the cycle between finding his beloved over and over again just to lose her. The Baron would play at gracious host so long as the role brought him amusement. “Do be careful. The villagers here startle easily. They know much of the devils that walk here.”

[starbvund]

Did you hear about the vulture that became a priest?

He's a bird of pray.

@chaoticbard

Halsin clued into the pun quickly. He was known to dish them out himself. To be on the receiving end sent a smile to his face. "Vul-ture you're waiting for? I'm eager to hear more."

[fcllxn-stcr]

"Mushrooms?" That's what the druid's excitement was all about?

Ugh... Astarion wanted to roll his eyes. Though, honestly, what else was he expecting at this point?

He breathes a sigh. "Fine. I'll help you... Only if you share."

If he was going to get his clothes dirty for this, he figured he could at least try to get some sort of incentive out of it.

[starbvund]

“Of course, I wouldn’t think to keep nature’s bounty all to myself.” Halsin smiled broadly. A few of his prized mushrooms passed over to Astarion. Yet, when he looked on his face he hummed in thought. “Astarion, can you even imbibe mushrooms? Or be affected by them?”

What the druid knew of vampires, the food of mortals had little effect on them. But Astarion consumed potions just fine. A oddity of the tadpole perhaps? The thought piqued the curiosity in Halsin. His face openly showed that curiosity. Paused now in collecting more of the glowing, psychedelic shrooms.

[fcllxn-stcr]

˜”°•.˜”°• So close to closure. The one thing you need. Underneath a monument with a dedicated plea. See through the smoke now. Illusions are weak. Intercept the messages that you left just for me •°”˜.•°”˜

－░Ｔｈｅｎ░ｓｕｄｄｅｎｌｙ░－　（ほ亜ぉア）

˜”°•.˜”°• Scratched through the surface. And you've found a key. Unlocking what you thought was safe inside a box. But it's somehow been set free •°”˜.•°”˜

【－　Ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ　－】

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[unfortunatedarling]

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ The massive paw of a hand on their shoulder felt... reassuring. But while the sympathy was appreciated, thinking too much on what they had endured wasn't something they wanted to do; they were stressed enough as it was in the present, and as much crying and panicking as they did back at the goblin camp while trying to rescue the Druid, they *really* didn't want to break down when their life wasn't in danger. They fanned their hand dismissively with a flick of the wrist.

"Hah, 'beyond my years'... I'll have you know I'm a hundred n' six years old... *ahem*, technically speaking." They may have forgotten that Halsin was three times that age, or they may have been making a joke to lighten the mood.

Religion check: 1(1d20) + 2(modifier) = 3 (Critical failure...)

Yunae knew *nothing* of the teachings of Silvanus other than most Druids worshipped him, and didn't think Halsin would make any move to harm them. He was, after all, completely fine with Astarion, a very obvious vampire spawn; and he even seemed alright with Shadowheart when he should be her enemy after all the talk of the Shadow Cursed Lands. He had allowed the Tiefling refugees into his home before that as well, and many would consider those of Infernal or Abyssal heritage to be not natural. In short, the elf seemed quite lax in judging others.

If they had known that tidbit, however, they might have never told Halsin they were a reborn in the first place.

"But yeah, I uh... owe the guy way more than just my life. I probably never would have gotten back to relative normalcy if he hadn't taken me in." Crap, this probably meant they were going to have to scream in terror a lot less now that Roy was here.

Insight check: 14(1d20) + 6(modifier) = 20 (Success!)

It was the fact that he mentioned the town by name that tipped them off, but they also saw that flash of guilt on his features, and recognised it for what it was. Recognising it because they could sometimes see that look on their own face, or at least imagined it on their own face, when they thought about the rest of their team mates that had died by Dunbarr's hand. Their brow furrowed and, mimicking Halsin's motion before, reached up and put a hand on his shoulder with a light pat.

"Hey... are you alright? You seem to have some kind of personal experience with this place."

[starbvund]

Halsin had grown quite accustomed to Yunae’s penchant for screaming. He’d only been traveling with them for a short amount of time. The tiefling’s ability to easily startle was something to behold. He’d witnessed children with more valor. The Shadow Cursed Lands held horrors aplenty. He fully expected them to be a bundle of nerves whilst there. Halsin wondered in the back of his mind if herbs could affect the undead. He’d prescribe them to induce some calm.

The druid’s lips drew a thin line. His normal, carefree nature dissolved under the gravity of where they’d soon enter. Memories non-elven races likened to nightmares haunted his trance over the events here. Even the death of his home village in an Orc massacre didn’t hold a candle to this. He hadn’t witnessed the destruction of his homeland. He had lived through the wretchedness of the war.

The screams of the fallen echoed in his mind. The good people lost unnecessarily over one man’s ambition. “I fought here nearly a century ago. The Grove came to lend aid to the collective against Ketheric.” Halsin’s gaze turned towards the inky darkness beyond. Across the mountains there was a place on the horizon where no light touched. A cavernous maw reaching out to consume. Whatever lie beyond wasn’t pleasant.

“I was but an apprentice to the Archdruid Riven at the time. One of the few, perhaps, that recalls how those lands once flourished. We visited the village there often before Ketheric began devoured by madness.”

The terrible decision thrust upon everyone in that bitter conflict. “I watched as the Sharrans corrupted and slaughtered. Man and beast alike twisted against their natures into something—“ Halsin stopped not wishing to travel further down that path of pain. “I lost my mentor to the bloodshed and many more friends.”

[starbvund]

Headcanon

Halsin's Archdruid, Riven, he lost during the war with Ketheric had captured his heart. The man also heralded from the High Forest. He taught Halsin it was okay to be as large and imposing as he was as an elf. His size should not be a factor in how he captures the heart of others.

The pair of them were lovers. His loss was profound on Halsin for both losing a man he loved and a leader. Had Riven survived, the pair of them may have formed an elven bond.

[apalestar]

Semi-Hiatus

I'm creating space to do other fun things in my life. My replies will be slower. The queue will post once a day when I get around to writing. I won't be taking on new threads for some time.

Replies won't be in the order received. It's whatever I can write in the time I allocate.

[starbvund]

"Hey Lae'zel, I know you hate owls because of the neck thing...what if I told you Owlin people exist?"

@iron-hearts-ablaze

Lae'zel paused in their seemingly aimless meandering across the countryside. They were lost; she was sure of it. But Karlach drew her attention to something more pressing. She scuffed. "They best stay far from our camp lest I test the mobility of their necks against my blade."

The thought alone of a humanoid sized owl made her grimace in disgust. Bad enough the pint sized versions existed. "They alone give me reason to return to the Astral Plane where no such abominations exist."

[never-surrender]

The kiss was brutal and unyielding, reminiscent of days she had served in Astarion's stead, though with considerably less alcohol permeating Lae'zel's breath. It had her breath quickening in her chest, though soon the taste of her tongue against her own had her forgetting days best left forgotten.

"Yes, Lae'zel..." she breathed the Gith's name as she lowered down to her knees, hands trailing down along Lae'zel's body, feeling the hard expanse of muscle beneath her palms... and came to the sight of her pussy practically dripping with anticipation of what was to come. Oh how Aurelia longed to have a taste...

And taste it she did.

Long tongue comes in contact with Lae'zel's sweet heat, entering her for just the briefest of moments before her tongue drags to Lae'zel's clit. Mouth enclosing over her, she sucks on her proper, drawing her into her mouth before releasing her. Running the flat of her tongue along her clit, Aurelia is gentle with the affections, not wanting to be too much for her love...

[starbvund]

Lae’zel knew little of this ‘too much’. She remained standing as Aurelia attended to her pleasure. A soundless parting of her lips when Aurelia’s tongue laved at where she wanted her most. In the creché one learned to be quiet so not to draw attention.

Her appreciation shown more in her touch. Fingers coiled around Aurelia’s hair; surprisingly tame. Lae’zel arched herself into her partner’s mouth. “Do not think to be gentle with me.” Sex was a brutal affair akin to combat between two lovers. She’d be mindful of Aurelia’s past as much as her desires allowed.

A pleasant buzz started centered around her cunt. Felt herself wet between her legs. A signal for her to pull Aurelia off before this got heated too quickly. Lae’zel knelt down finally pushing her lover to the ground below. “On your back.” She guided her as necessary. What she was really after was a taste of her now. The supple breasts received her affections. One at a time she circled the tender, darker areas about her nipples.

Without warning Lae’zel bent down more fully to bite her teeth against them lightly so to draw out pleasure instead of pain.

[bloodsoakedurge-a]

To be fair to Balasar, it wasn't like he would expect to be stuck in a place that was so... dark and foreboding. If anything, he was more expecting to still be at home and all, dealing with whatever orders he had for that specific day regarding weapons he was making and all. But, from how things looked now, he was in a new spot and was having to deal with new issues. Which wasn't exactly the best-case scenario for him, but he figured it could always have been worse and all. As far as he knew, he was just stuck in a new area until he could get home, which didn't seem to be too bad.

For now, at least.

Balasar watched the new strange man with a bit of curiosity. Whether or not the Dragonborn was able to tell anything was likely not shown too obviously, but Balasar didn't think that he noticed anything too out of the ordinary right away. Sure, it was a little weird for someone to come out of nowhere and offer their help, but he doubted that the area saw too many visitors by the looks of things, so this likely could be the person was just as suspicious about him as he was about them. No matter what though, Balasar knew he had to remain on his toes to a degree. He couldn't let his guard down in a place like this, but it could provide him with an untimely fate if he wasn't careful.

Which is what his plan was, but the guy wasn't exactly making Balasar the most comfortable with the way he described the new land he was now in. Judging by Balasar's own face, and the change of it, it certainly seemed like he was a bit more suspicious regarding everything after the guy began to speak and all.

That said, it may be for the best that he play along for now and all.

❝Well, I appreciate the warm welcome and everything to this place,❞ he remarked with a small nod of... let's say appreciation, ❝I assume this.... Lord Zarovich would be the one I need to speak to soon enough, correct?❞

As much as in Balasar's gut he didn't want to ask that question, he had a feeling that it was proper to get an answer to it in some way. He didn't want to go out and upset a bunch of people or anything because he didn't follow proper customs, but at the same time, he seemed to be getting a bit more suspicious by the minute. Not that it couldn't be toned down, in terms of his suspicion, but it was certainly higher as they talked.

❝And if you could point me in the direction of somewhere to stay, I would appreciate it. It doesn't appear many places are around that would offer me shelter though from what I can see...❞

[starbvund]

Strahd offered a hum of acknowledgement from his throat. By great fortune the pair of them were not far from a pocket of civilization. Better the mists thrust this latest one near the Old Svalich Road leading to Vallaki. Others were not quite as blessed; finding themselves lost in the thick of the woods. Where his wolves and spies got to them before he did. “Lord Zarovich will find you. We know him to be a recluse in his castle, but warm to new guests. He may be out further away. The collecting of taxes has come.”

It was not a lie. For the burgomasters prepped their caravans and wagons for the long trip to Castle Ravenloft to pay their tributes. Strahd only left when the coin didn't add up to his expectations.

A gesture of his arm for Balasar to follow him. The baron forewent his horses today. Flown in earlier on the wings of his bat form to investigate. For now he played at the guise of a man walking by mundane means down the well trodden paths through his lands. “Vallaki is not far. She will welcome you and shelter you from the wolves that roam these forests. I will do better and escort myself. My business is not far from her walls.”

While remained around the packs kept their distance. They knew how to read his moods almost as well as the ravens. The roads of Barovia were maintained, but old. This land appeared stuck in a bygone era. “Forgive me. I have forgotten my manners. What is it that I shall call you?”

If Balasar decided to follow, it wouldn’t take long before the horizon revealed a fortified settlement. The town barred from viewing say for the highest of buildings behind a tall wooden fortification that ran the length of it. The gates were closed with sentries posted at the watchtower. When they saw Strahd approaching, the gates groaned and creaked as the soldiers began to open them.

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Archdruid Halsin

Halsin for Thirsty Thursday

Photo shot by @alphagravy, my photo edits.

[starbvund]

Like this for a visit from Lae'zel asking about a meme in your inbox. Mutuals only. Multimuse please specify.

[starbvund]

Lae'zel isn't up to date on the memes in Faerün. She will bluntly ask one of her companions to explain it to her. When she thinks she understands something, she really doesn't.

I.E. Why does 'girl dinner' involve the men at all? She doesn't understand it's a sex thing. She thinks of it all in a literal sense.

'You wish to devour him over a fire or raw?'