#bg3 ask

[j-l-kepler]

For the BG3 Tav ask game, #5 for both the general and romance sections!

General 5: Does your character keep any secrets from the party to begin with? Do they open up at a certain level of approval? Or do plot events force their secrets out?

Romance 5: What's the culmination of the romance in Act 3? Does it happen early on, or after a certain point in their personal quest?

YOU DIDNT SPECIFY WHICH TAV HAHAHAHAHAH my pool (i'll choose the most interesting ones if i get lazy):

answers below

GENERAL #5 -- Briar, Canary, Scarlet, and Songbird all have an important secret of some kind central to their stories! Leryk, Isseth, Delyathrin, Eckhart and Emerleigh do not have secrets central to their stories. Any secrets they have are entirely incidental or personal details they'll reveal with trust.

Briar Lockren: Briar will hide her bad luck curse and her past as a Cyricist from the party. This will be revealed in a scene where the player stumbles across her changing her bandages in Act 1, where she's forced to explain her situation. If the scene gets missed, it will be revealed during her Act 2 special event involving Cyrcists trying to drag her into a portal to Baldur's Gate. Once the player finds out the truth, they have the option to kick Briar out of the party or let her stay.

Canary Danavaria Highfall: Canary will hide her lineage as Lathander's granddaughter and being the daughter of a famous Aasimar. This isn't an earth-shattering secret, very similar to Wyll being Duke Ravengard's son, and comes up in conversation sometime on the road or in camp after the Raphael encounter. The player has the choice to say they had a feeling or that they had no idea - it's mostly a roleplay opportunity to boost one's relationship with her.

The Scarlet Scourge: Scarlet is actively hiding her actual name and passively avoiding talking about her motivations. Her motives - the artificer blueprints seared into her soul - are something she decides to reveal in Act 1 after an overworld event near Waukeen's Rest where she can spot and destroy an artificial rat watching her. Scarlet doesn't reveal her actual name until Act 3 after her personal quest is resolved - who she is isn't important, but rather the symbol of trust it represents is.

Songbird: Songbird is hiding the fact she is a Reborn. This is hinted at during a Perception check near the Owlbear Cave (much like the boar check for Astarion). It's 100% discovered in Act 1 where an overworld event near the Emerald Grove results in her stepping into a trap she doesn't notice until it's pointed out that she has a metal spike sticking out of her back. The player will confront her that night after noticing she hasn't actually been sleeping, but has instead been pretending to do so. The player can try to kill her, kick her out or keep her in the party.

ROMANCE #5 -- Imma do them all but I'll be quick about it

Briar Lockren: Briar's romance is solidified in Act 2 after the Cyric portal scene, giving the player a chance to show they're willing to fight for her. Her best ending involves her curse being lifted and her and her romance partner either setting out into the world to travel together or settling someplace quiet. The choice is up to the player, but both appeal to Briar equally.

Canary Highfall: Canary is one of the player's one can sleep with at the Tiefling Party, but she'll assume it's casual until they lock in during Act 2. This happens after she is confronted by the damning truth of her father's involvement and Leryk's unintended complicity in it - the player can reach out to her and try to understand her emotions, allowing her to fully open up. Canary's best ending involves her liberating herself from her father and setting out with her romance partner to continue her research at Candlekeep.

Leryk Copperlot: Leryk is a super slow-burn, where his romance doesn't lock in until Act 3 when Canary's father's role in the Absolutist plot is fully revealed. Leryk's best end involves him stepping down as Canary's bodyguard and allowing himself to be her equal, and joins the Harpers alongside the player if they wish to. He gets to choose what he wants for himself.

The Scarlet Scourge: Scarlet's another character the player can sleep with during the Tiefling Party. She won't lock in until Act 3 but she will have a casual budding romance throughout Act 2. It isn't until she tries to run away in Act 3 during her personal quest that she locks in with the player character (should they ask her to stay so they can face it all together).

Isseth Gis'tark: Isseth actually cannot be fully romanced, with her romance taking shape as a close friendship. She might seem like she can be slept with during the Tiefling Party, but she'll actually need to be tracked down since she got cold feet where her and the player can just chill out and meditate together instead. Isseth's best ending involves her either joining the fight for Gith or joining the player as an adventurer - whether or not there's a possible romance with her in the future is left up to player interpretation.

Delyathrin Aluvasil: Del's romance doesn't actually start until the end of Act 1 or beginning of Act 2 depending on if the player goes to the Underdark, but he throws himself into it quickly. This is either i the wake of comforting him in the Underdark or telling him they avoided it for his sake. He's a hopeless romantic once his extremely thick shell is chipped off. His best ending involves returning to Luskan to help other Menzoberranzen escapees with his romantic partner, who helped him find his courage in those he loves and feels safe with.

Songbird: Songbird's romance starts at the Tiefling Party where she can dance and sing with the player all night long, and is solidified sometime late in Act 2 (preferably after standing up for her against Balthazar, who's gonna be fuckin' weird and rude about her in some way). Her best ending involves her settling in with her romantic partner to take out the remaining fragments of the Absolutist plot in Baldur's Gate.

Eckhart Markov: Eckhart is one of the characters who can be slept with during the Tieflign Party, but he'll become weirdly distant and awkward at times until the start of Act 2. His romance can be nailed down very quickly during an argument with him after the Isobel fight where the player asserts their partnership as equals. Eckhart's best ending involves him taking to the seas with his romantic partner and Emerleigh to finally kill a kraken, like he's always wanted. After that, let's kill another kraken.

Emerleigh Markov: Emerleigh is one of the characters who can be slept with during the Tiefling Party, but seems to get unwittingly attached (much to her frustration). Her romance locks in halfway through Act 2 where she admits her feelings in a moment of worry for what comes next (which she also didn't intend and is VERY embarrassed about). Her best ending involves joining Eckhart with her romantic partner to kill a kraken and write the best goddamn songs about it, just like she's always wanted. After that, who knows what she'll sing?

I have. Too Many. Fucking Tavs that I've thought about as Origin Characters.

i considered drawing stuff for it but im neck-deep in drawing work rn and me hand hurty.... im sowwy~~~

[its-jaytothemee]

Could you please write something about a wood elf Druid tav getting a bad fever/sickness after collapsing just as she steps in the door of the elfsong tavern rooms from the horrible miasma of the bhaal temple and a romanced Halsin tends to her and watches over her

Finally had a chance to get this finished! Sorry for the wait, life just got a little hectic but I didn't forget about you :) Thanks for the prompt, this was fun to write!!

Have a fluffy hurt/comfort piece for this fine Monday.

Also posted on AO3 if you prefer

Pairing: Halsin/Tav (f!reader)

Tags: Fluff, hurt/comfort, not NSFW but alludes to sex toward the end.

Word count: 2,641

Baldur’s Gate goes against everything you stand for. Nature, harmony, peace, community. But not even the city itself with its walls of stone and locked doors to prevent helpless refugees from entering could compare to the horror of the Bhaal temple lying in wait beneath it.

At least on the surface you could still breathe the fresh air, listen to the singing birds flying high above the stone walls, hear the breaking of the waves in the harbor. Nature is out of balance in the city yes, but down here? Here in this wretched temple the scale has broken completely. Only death and suffering and a necrotic miasma that seeped its way into every fiber of your being can be found in the God of Murder’s domain.

The battle with Orin the Red had been vicious. You and your companions fought with brutal ferocity to end her reign of blood and carnage in Bhaal’s name. Though as the fight persisted, you noticed a corruption to your magic. The beautiful verdant vines that you would usually call forth to ensnare your enemies had taken on a sickly brown color. When you try to call on the magic granted to you by Silvanus to heal your allies’ wounds, the bright magic flickers at your fingertips before puffing out of existence. A horrible burning sensation seizes your throat for a moment before a dull ache takes its place.

No matter, we’re leaving this accursed temple. I just need some fresh air. The stench of death is simply clouding my mind.

“You okay, soldier?” Karlach kneels on the bloodied floor, clutching the large gash on her arm.

“I…I think so. This rotten temple must be affecting my connection to the Weave.” You respond as the light pricking pain behind your eyes builds to a loud pounding. Given your magic seems to be touchy here in the temple, you opt to give your friend a potion from your bag.

“This should make it manageable until we can get out of this place.” You go to take a step towards the exit, but your head swims and your vision darkens. Luckily, a deep breath steadies your legs and pushes the fatigue from your mind so you can continue your way to the surface.

You never thought you would be so happy to see the streets of Baldur’s Gate. A new appreciation swells within you after your time in the temple. Sure, there’s hardly any trees and the only animals you see running about are the stray cats and dogs or an occasional rat, but at least now you know there’s far worse things.

“Hells…” You press your hand to your temple as the sun pierces your eyes, agitating the already pounding ache you feel behind them.

“Tav?” Wyll looks at you with deep concern. “You don’t look so good, friend.”

His hand extends to touch your forehead, which you now realize is coated in a thin layer of sweat.

“I…I’m fine. I just need to get back and rest is all.” You try to inhale the surface air, desperate to clear the deathly fog still lurking from the Bhaal temple.

Your companions keep a wary eye on you as you all continue your trek through the Lower City. Normally, you’d stop at some of your preferred vendors to sell some of the bits and baubles you’ve picked up on your latest quest. Today though, everyone insists on getting you back to the Elfsong so Halsin can tend to whatever sickness obviously plagues you.

Halsin…

At least the thought of him makes you smile and helps push the pain away for a moment. Your sweet, considerate, strong, bear of an elf. All of a sudden, you feel dizzy again, but not from the incessant ringing in your ears or pounding against your skull.

The familiar sounds and smells of the Elfsong Tavern pull you away from your daydreams. Normally, the smells of wine and stew and bread would make your mouth water, but right now they cause an uneasy churning in your stomach. You gag to keep what little food you’ve eaten today in your body. With some significant help from Karlach, you make your way up the stairs.

Surely they’ve added at least twenty more since we last left?

By the time you’re standing outside the door to your large, rented room, the light layer of sweat coating your skin has drenched your underclothes. You gasp for breath, the taste of death still prevalent on your tongue from your time beneath the city.

The doors open, and you can hear your friends speaking to you, but everything is warbled in your ear. You see Halsin come running up to you, a look of panic spreading across his face.

What’s wrong, my love?

You try to form the words as you feel his arms wrap around your waist, but everything fades to black.

***

“Tav!” Halsin calls out to you, but your unconscious body remains limp in his arms. “What happened?” He looks to the rest of your companions who had accompanied you to the temple of Bhaal.

“I don’t know!” Karlach starts to pace as he picks you up to lay you down on your shared bed. “She almost seemed sick, like they couldn’t breathe properly with the air in the temple.”

“She tried to cast a healing spell on Karlach but couldn’t form the magic. Come to think of it, she seemed to have trouble casting any of her normal spells.” The alarm in Wyll’s voice is evident as your labored breaths slow with each rise and fall of your chest.

He kneels next to the bed to examine you. The ragged breaths that rise from your throat fill him with dread. A quick healing spell closes the small cuts you received but does little else.

“Talk to us, Halsin. What’s wrong with her?” Karlach continues her pacing around the room.

“I’m not sure yet. I need some fresh water and the small drawstring pouch from my bag.” Halsin swallows the anxiety threatening to block his throat. Despite his feelings for you, his years of healing experience take over.

Your breathing slows further, and he notices the pallid color of your lips. The veins in your arms start to take on a necrotic black look The others come to his side with the requested items. He dips a clean cloth into the water before running it over your sweat-slicked forehead.

“The air in the temple must have corrupted something within her. I’ve seen this only one other time.”

After the shadows were unleashed at Moonrise, he dragged one of his peers from the curse only to find they had already started weaving their way into his body. Not enough to fully corrupt them, but it had been enough to nearly kill them.

“I need someone to hold her legs and arms, keep her as still as possible.” Karlach and Shadowheart came running to your side, pinning your limbs down as Halsin started another incantation.

He places his hand over your mouth and concentrates on the deathly fog that had settled in your lungs. Moving his other hand across your chest and up your throat, he works to draw the corruption out of your body. Your legs and arms convulse, you try and thrash and writhe at the pain, but your companions hold you still.

It takes a couple of passes and intense concentration from him, but eventually he’s able to rip the disgusting miasma from your body. The horrid green vapor sits heavy in the air as he pulls it from your throat. Gale puffs it away with a quick spell.

As soon as the corruption leaves your body, you take a few deep, gasping breaths. Once again, you’re able to breathe the air around you. The color returns to your lips and cheeks, and the black color following the veins in your arms begins to slowly retreat. Despite the sickness being purged, you remain unconscious.

“Shouldn’t she be waking up?!” Karlach’s panicked voice bounces off the walls.

“She will soon, her body needs rest.” Halsin assures her as he sits next to you on the bed. He brushes the stray hair from your face as your breathing returns to normal.

The small drawstring pouch beside him was filled with various suspensions and salts for his healing remedies. A few of them get wrapped in the cool, damp cloth he had used earlier before he places it over your eyes.

He continues to assure everyone else that you will recover, allowing them the freedom to run errands in the city. The others start gathering their things so they can continue with the day. But Halsin of course stays at the Elfsong with you.

“I’m right here, my heart. I’ll be here by your side until you wake.” Halsin presses another kiss to your forehead as you rest. He moves down to the floor beside you, holding the hand closest to him until your eyes open again.

***

You startle awake, bolting upright to find yourself in one of the Elfsong beds.

“It’s alright, Tav.” Halsin’s soothing voice slows your heart rate. You look over to see him kneeling at your bedside.

“What…what happened?” Every muscle in your body is sore. A dull pain still burns in your lungs, as if the nasty haze from the temple had to be ripped out of them. Your hands clutch your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“I’m not entirely sure.” Halsin takes one of your hands and gives it a light kiss. “Can you tell me what you remember from your time in the Bhaal temple? The others said you seemed to have trouble with even basic spells.”

You recount the fight in as much detail as you can recall, but your memory is as hazy as the air you remembered breathing. But you can recall the vivid memory of your tainted magic.

Halsin looks lost in thought for a moment, his brow furrows as he considers your words. Absentminded strokes from his fingers along your hand soothe away some of the anxiety clouding your mind.

“I see. Bhaal is considered a harshly opposing source to Silvanus. Perhaps being in that temple disrupted your connection. Dare I say almost corrupted it.”

“If I never feel that suffocating fog again, it will still be too soon.” You throw yourself back onto the mattress.

Halsin smiles before breaking into a soft laugh. “At least it didn’t corrupt your sense of humor, my heart.”

“Would you come sit with me?” You desperately need to feel his arms around you.

“Of course.” He picks you up off the bed so he can sit on the soft mattress and nestle you in his lap. You lean into him, resting your head on his chest.

His large arms wrap around your shoulders easily as he pulls you close. The faint scent of herbs and fresh tilled dirt cling to the leather shirt he wears. Years of his time spent in nature weave into every fiber of his being. Warmth and affection seep from every one of his pores as he cradles you in his lap.

“Where are the others? Are they alright?” You ask as one hand moves up to stroke the hair tumbling down your back.

“They’re fine, Tav. They’ve gone out to do some trading so you can rest.”

“Thank you for staying with me.” You turn your face further into his chest as he presses a kiss onto your head.

“As if I would let anyone else watch over your recovery.”

You sit there together in comfortable silence as you have so many times before. As he holds you tight against him, he mutters a few more healing spells, taking away the soreness plaguing your body and the pain in your lungs. Each gentle kiss along your forehead and cheeks drives away the fear that had been gripping you since the temple. Despite the relief you feel, a troubling thought crosses your mind.

“You said the temple could have corrupted my magic. Do you…” You trail off for a moment. Halsin gives you an encouraging squeeze. “Do you think it’s permanent?”

The thought brings tears to your eyes and causes a shiver to run down your body.

“Only one way to find out.” He loosens his grip on your shoulders so you can use your arms freely.

With a deep breath, you draw on your power to conjure a small patch of vines on the floor. In the temple, they had appeared as brown, decaying branches, void of life and color. But now they had returned to their supple, green tendrils. Tiny white flowers adorn the vines as they curl into a content pile.

“No harm done. They’re lovely as ever.” Halsin whispers against your temple. You let out a sigh of relief.

Whatever disruption Bhaal’s unnatural sanctuary had caused was now nothing but a memory. You say a silent prayer of thanks to Silvanus for restoring your connection, for keeping you close to his vitalizing influence. Now that the issue of your magic is handled, another thought crosses your mind. One that brings a playful smile to your lips and a blush to your cheeks.

“You know, if the others are going to be out for a while, we could take advantage of the empty room.”

“Oh? And do you think you’re feeling well enough for such an activity already?” The mischievous gleam in his eye causes your heart to skip a beat. You turn so you can straddle yourself over his legs and look at him head on.

“I guess that decision would be up to my wise healer.” You lean forward to plant a tender, lingering kiss on his lips. His arms snake around your waist to pull you closer.

“I don’t see the harm, so long as he’s gentle with you.” He breathes the words into your ear, the feeling is hot on your already flushed skin.

“I make no promises for myself, though.” You try to kiss him again, but he grabs you by the hips and flips you over so he can hover over you on the bed. The movement startles a yelp out of you, but quickly turns into an eager giggle.

“Oh, but I must insist you relax.” His tone shifts to an excited growl as his approving eyes take in every detail of your face.

“Healer’s orders.”

You laugh and do as you’re told. After all, how could you resist those eyes? You find yourself relaxing into his loving, familiar embrace, and soft kisses, stealing these last few moments to yourselves before your companions return. Before returning to the responsibility of saving Baldur’s Gate, and all of Faerûn along with it.

[shewolfofvilnius]

Uu, #32 please :3 (a kiss while someone watches)

In the Name of Love

Gale x Lia (kiss), Timeline: Game and fics epilogue approx 1496 DR.

The Conference of Enchanters had stretched on for nearly seven weeks. Lectures on the efficacy of ice magic. A debate between Archdruid Francesca of the Emerald Grove and Senior Cleric Serellia of the Church of Eilistraee near Amn focused on the ethics of wild shape in battle - and of different animal forms therein - had stretched into the early morning. Gale Dekarios, now of Baldur's Gate, had led a well-attended demonstration on the power of holograms - only to reveal the lecturer himself was a hologram at the end of the demonstration as the real Gale appeared from the back of the room.

The other First Enchanter Dekarios of Baldur's Gate, meanwhile, had felt the proverbial fish out of water.

The wizards had held automatic ire for the inate talents of sorcery. The druids preferred to be among those who drew from the primal forces of earth rather than Mystra's weave. The few warlocks that had even earned invitations - mostly as +1's - had simply been jealous.

But that hadn't been nearly as bad as the clerics or the other sorcerers. Nearly every good-aligned cleric refused to have anything to do with her. Rumours had circulated. "She was touched by Shar", they'd say in hushed tones when they thought she wasn't listening. The sorcerers were nearly as bad. "The meddling of a goddess AND she didn't cast her first true spell until her twenties. Then her friend the Grand Duke just goes and names her First Enchanter alongside that wizard - and it's clear who wields the spellbook in that family."

Lia Dekarios had been a mage nearly three years now, and while she'd come to feel appreciated and respected when in Baldur's Gate - and shockingly, in her two visits to Elturel - had felt nothing but an icy response in all other quarters.

Throw in some casual anti-tiefling prejudice, occasional bursts of sexism, and those who assumed that everything Lia had earned that hadn't been at Shar's handiwork had been at her sister-in-law's doing - the mythic Tavaria of Baldur's Gate, the heroine that hadn't been seen in nearly three years and wife of the equally reclusive Rolan.

Explaining that situation would turn the three magi at the conference not married to her who didn't hate her firmly against her.

Still, all eyes would be on Lia this day for precisely one reason. A sorceress that can heal? Even the most hateful voice in the room is going to want to see that?

Gale had caught wind of the chilly fate his wife was receiving, and had planned harsh words the next day. He'd been selected for the closing remarks, and hoped to ensure he never would be again. ===

"Every single person in this room has been treating my beloved, my dearest, the woman who is my wife with nothing but scorn and derision and prejudice since the moment we arrived. You all ought to be deeply ashamed.

A sorceress, able to cast level eight healing magic, who didn't gain her powers until her mid 20s? Why, the queue to speak with her ought to be kilometres long. She is THE First Enchanter of Baldur's Gate. I'm the lead instructor of it's School of Magic, but she is the one who deals with the bulk of the difficult work. She is the one who deals with impossibly difficult heads of leadership. Who runs both a library AND a shoppe of magical sundries on top of all of that. She is the one who was a VICTIM of Shar, not a pupil. And she is the love of my life, and I cannot - no, I will not - watch as dozens of supposedly highly regarded magi treat her in this manner.

I speak to you now not just as Gale Dekarios, Senior Instructor of the School of Magic of Baldur's Gate - but as Gale, former Chosen of Mystra. The Weave runs through all; empowers all. My wife is a stellar example that no matter your background or past, no matter your origin, that anyone with talent or study or dedication or just zeal for life may grow to stand amongst the mightiest giants.

So long as my darling is not welcomed by you, then I shall take that as a statement that I am not welcomed by you as well."

Before anyone could respond, Gale removed a sealed letter from his robe. "This scroll is signed and sealed by the Blackstaff herself. I shall read it to you now."

Gale continued on, forcefully. The scroll had contained, amongst it's magics, a spell that held the attendees in place and rendered all present silent. As he continued on, it was also revealed to contain another spell.

That spell would, with the exception of Gale, Lia, and Archdruid Francesca, render all present at the convention as marked by the Blackstaff. Any attempt to enter the boundaries of Waterdeep would result in their immediate expulsion...and immolation.

Panic set in across the still immobile room. Several of the magi resided in Waterdeep - two were former coworkers of Gale's at that. Worse still for them, the next convention was scheduled to be...in Waterdeep.

Gale noted the final paragraph of the letter. The only way to release the seal upon their hearts was through a sincere and contrite apology to First Enchanter Lia Dekarios. To complicate matters, however, the Blackstaff had also included a spell of teleportation that would send the Dekarios couple - and one of their choosing, obviously the Archdruid - back to Baldur's Gate as soon as the letter's last words were spoken - and those listening would not be released until they were.

====

Lia and Gale knew that the caravans of mages from the Conference would arrive within a tenday. If their hearts were sincere, if they'd had time to reflect on their actions, Lia would be beyond grateful to forgive them and to start anew. Prejudice was an easy trap to fall into - hells, she herself had once called for the death of a gith woman, Kithrak Lae'zel, who was now her sister-in-law.

If their hearts were pure.

In the meantime, the shop was flourishing. The Flaming Fist and Grand Duke Ravengard had been alerted to the forthcoming arrivals and potential for conflict, and were planning staffing accordingly. That just left but one small matter.

"You owe me an apology too, Gale."

"Beg pardon, my radiant heart?"

"I didn't ask you to write the Blackstaff? I didn't ask the two of you to curse hundreds of mages. Gods, I know you meant well, truly, but this could eventually blow back in a way that hurts me, or hurts others like me."

"Lia, truly, if I in any way made you uncomfortable or feel put out or responded inappropriately, then I certainly apologise for acting against your wishes. But I shall not apologise, not even if the Blackstaff herself bars me from my home of origin, for standing up for the honour and integrity of my wife and standing against prejudice.

Besides, my darling, now that we're home again, with Jaheira and Silfy and Mirkon having watched over that precious child that makes my heart beat it's every beat, our precious daughter...the day may come when someone looks down upon her for having the wrong parents. For being a sorceress. For being a tiefling. Or if she is not a mage, that those who know us might find fault. No matter who our child becomes, I shall stand beside her always.

When I saw your most beautiful eyes, my dearest beloved Lia, I also saw her eyes. Our child. If those bigots and gossips and fiends wish to practice cruelty, then may they be in a position where their cruelty harms themselves and not another."

"Honestly, Gale...if our little Tara has half your determination and honour...or if she has even the tiniest bit of her namesake...our girl's going to do great things in this world. Gods, I still can't believe we have a kid sometimes, you know?"

"I mean, I'm not entirely positive you're surprised given you were there, my darling, but..."

Lia laughed playfully towards her husband. "You know what I mean, you snooty wizard."

"Mischevious sorceress."

"You know it."

As their darling daughter, the tiefling girl of nearly two years, came toddling into the room, she got to witness her mum and dad kissing, embracing in love. Of each other. Of her. Of their shared goal in making a brighter future for her, even if Gale's means hadn't been Lia's first choice.

With parents like hers, willing to do whatever it took to make a brighter world for their child, named after someone they had both loved so deeply (Gale for years, Lia once they'd met), little Tara could accomplish anything

[optimisticgrey]

If not count Halsin and Gale, with whom in party does Celeste have the best relationship?

Ugh, girl. What a question 😅

She loves all of them, deeply and dearly. It breaks her heart when the adventures ends and all of them go on with their lives, though still intertwined.

I assume she is closest to Karlach and Astarion. She loves Karlach like a sister and it's the same for Karlach. It's Karlach who pushes Celeste to stay with Gale until the orb business is settled and not join her in Avernus.

Celeste always sleeps with Astarion in the beginning, it is something they both need at that point in time but eventually settle on friendship.

[onlytavs]

ask game for your Tavs! sorry for the lack of accent marks on their names, I am not lazy lol i am just on desktop 😩

Efir: What's a moment your OC is ashamed to remember?

Zurine: What's an unsavory detail about your OC or opinion they have (to their peer group)?

Sion: Is your OC ever wrong? Big ways? Small ways? About what?

Tove: What skill does your OC need to work on improving?

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Èꜰɪʀ ɪꜱʜᴀ’ʀᴜɴᴇ

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴄ ɪꜱ ᴀꜱʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ?

Èꜰɪʀ'ꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʜɪꜱ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ, ᴢʜᴀʀʏᴛʜ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ɢɪᴛʜʏᴀɴᴋɪ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴠʟᴀᴀᴋɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴇɴᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇɪɢɴ. Èꜰɪʀ'ꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ʙʏ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ, ᴜɴʏɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ Èꜰɪʀ'ꜱ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴡᴇɪɢʜꜱ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ ᴄᴏꜱᴛ ʜɪᴍ.

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ᴢᴜʀɪñᴇ ᴏᴀʀʟɪɴ

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴜɴꜱᴀᴠᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴄ ᴏʀ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ (ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴇᴇʀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ)?

ᴀɴ ᴜɴꜱᴀᴠᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴢᴜʀɪñᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏʙᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʀᴇʟᴇɴᴛʟᴇꜱꜱʟʏ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟ ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴏɴ ɪɴᴠᴀꜱɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴏɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜱᴏᴏɴᴇʀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴘᴜꜱʜʏ.

ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴇxᴜʙᴇʀᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛɢᴏɪɴɢ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɴɪꜰꜰ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ.

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ꜱɪᴏɴ ᴇʟᴜɴᴛʜɪʀ

ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴄ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ? ʙɪɢ ᴡᴀʏꜱ? ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʏꜱ? ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?

ꜱɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴꜰᴀʟʟɪʙʟᴇ. ʜɪꜱ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ, "ᴛᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ" ᴀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴅʀᴜɪᴅɪᴄ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟʟʏ ɢʀᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴇʀʀɪᴛᴏʀʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴅʀᴜɪᴅɪᴄ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ɢɴᴀᴡꜱ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇᴋ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀꜱ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʀɢᴀɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ, ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛᴡɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪꜱ ʜᴀʀꜱʜᴇʀ.

ʜɪꜱ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪx ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʜᴀꜱ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴛ ʀɪꜱᴋ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ, ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴡᴀʀᴘꜱ. ᴅᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜɪᴇʟᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ʜᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ᴡᴀʏ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ʀɪᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴏᴜᴛᴡᴀʀᴅ, ꜱᴏᴡɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴜꜱᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜰᴇᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅ.

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ᴛᴏᴠᴇ ᴇʟᴜɴᴛʜɪʀ

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴄ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏɴ ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠɪɴɢ?

• ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴍᴜᴛᴇ. ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇᴘᴀᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅʏ, ᴏʀ ꜱʏᴍʙᴏʟɪᴄ ꜱɪɢɴᴀʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ.

• ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀɴ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟɪᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀʏ.

• ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ, ᴀꜱꜱᴇʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢɪɴɢ, ꜱᴏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏɴᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴋᴇʏ.

[mahiiimahiiii]

Hi! I’d love to try a BG3 pairing!

I’m an INFP. I love nature, animals, witchcraft/spirituality, forests, folk and rock music, working out and painting. I’m 5”5, female, with tattoos, piercings and choppy shaggy hair.

Im vegan, so I really hate any mistreatment of animals. I love travelling and hate staying in one place - I hate being stuck in one place! In an ideal world, I’d probably be nomadic!

Hmm a song to represent me is tricky - maybe Human Behaviour by Björk? 🌿

I hope this is enough!

Halsin.

period hands down.

easiest decision I've made in my life. (i kid)

I feel like aesthetically you are exact opposites and that makes me sooososososo happy.

he would definitely understand your plight, though it would take a while for him to fully adapt. as anyone would, the process can be slow.

you give me very cozy vibes, i dunno how to explain it. patchouli and sandalwood, and a large slice of carrot cake with black tea. (that sounds great right about now :,D)

i think he would encourage you in your witchery, especially if it makes your connections to nature stronger.

a date for you two feels like an autumnal picnic to me. the last dregs of the summer sun shining through canopies of leaves turning warm colors. drinks laced heavy with spices, and warm at the palm. the air scented with the forest's decay, wind just cool enough for a light jacket.

a nap is had, a nap is good for the soul.

hope you enjoyed!!!!!

[vspin]

23 and 26 for the Tav asks 🤭

thank you for the asks!

tav ask here

23. did your tav's dream visitor manifest as anyone in particular, or someone random that they've never seen before?

The dream visitor was a female drow. Since Tav'Lyn comes from a matriarchal society this would have been what she would subconsciously look for in a "guardian". I like to think that The Emperor was mixing personalities/traits from the Matron Mothers and Eilistraeen Priestesses to form the most convincing/persuading figure for Tav'Lyn.

26. is your tav prioritising certain personal quests over others - for example, are they on the hunt for magical items for gale, infernal iron and other materials for karlach, etc?

Gale definitely took priority since his condition seemed volatile and Tav'Lyn wasn't sure what would happen if he didn't get an item. She is pretty distrustful of wizards but knows they have a tendency to blow themselves up. She tried to lessen that risk.

Of course, Astarion's quest (scars and Cazador) was top of mind once the elf opened up a bit more and she found herself caring more and more for the vampire.

[snowfolly]

Hi!! Looking forward to seeing you back 💖 Bg3 Act 1 asks for Tali:

4.) Do you remember in which order you recruited your companions? Which companion introduction would have felt the most familiar / like home to your Tav / Character?

31.) Does your Character have new or old phobias or superstitions that affect their story?

41.) Is your Character accustomed to being on the road from before the events of the adventure?

✨Thank you so much for the ask @yurissweettooth !✨

I answered two of the other questions in other asks but I got you on 4! Also adding a stupid little Keebler-elf-ass looking Tali doodle from the discord chat hehe

Do you remember in which order you recruited your companions? Which companion introduction would have felt the most familiar / like home to your Tav / Character?

I got Shadowheart first, then Astarion, I think Lae’Zel was my third and Gale fourth, then Wyll and lastly Karlach. Honestly I’m not sure about which introduction would have felt most familiar, Astarion trying to kill them definitely wouldn’t have been out of the norm (they think it’s funny when any of them have tried to kill them so there’s that)

Buuuut they honestly didn’t care for any of the companions when they first met them. Shadowheart was grateful for their help along with being snarky about it- characteristics that Tali would appreciate lol, so possibly her?