#florrick

[starlightweave]

EXCUSE ME???? Larian Studios why was flirting with the absolute baddie Florrick REMOVED????

found in the script extender console cheat sheet

[rolanpilled]

BG3 Patch 5 Spoilers

WARNING: BG3 SPOILERS AHEAD!

New content from the ending scene of BG3. This is all from the perspective of a redeemed Dark Urge who romanced Shadowheart and Halsin, and recruited every "good" ally possible.

people at the party: all your companions, scratch, owlbear, volo, and a bard in the middle playing a song (his name is milil)

lae'zel is the only one who isn't here physically, she sent an astral projection instead because she's been busy fighting vlaakith

astarion explains why he ran away (ashamed) when the sunlight hit him, he's become a "hero" who adventures and has accepted himself

(romanced halsin) you can hug halsin, he's missed his friends and you. you can do both the hug and the kiss, it's really sweet. he's turned the shadowlands into a community, repursing reithwin and moonrise towers into homes for people

jaheira's daughter rejoined the flaming fist, she's been working on rebuilding the harper network. the upper city was entirely destroyed by the battle but has been mostly rebuilt. she jokes that you might be a parent soon

wyll gives you a choice between three stories, a stegosaur/dinosaur battle, an impossible lich, or a young dragon. he lost his warlock powers but has been managing the best he can, and has become a RANGER ("a true hunter of monsters"). duke ravengard is commanding the flaming fist and help rebuilding the city, and he's very proud of his son

minsc and boo guard the streets while jaheira is "occupied with harperish manners". they "went to give a tickle" to the zhentarim, then got locked up in a zhentish cell, awaiting execution? idk if i'm reading incorrectly but he seems to be implying that he actually GOT executed but withers brought him back just in time lmfao

gale has become "professor gale dekarios of blackstaff academy, educator of the esteemed school of illusion". tara is with him. he surrended the crown of karsus to mystra, who cured him of the orb in exchange (his tattoo is gone), though his students still think he's explosive (he implies that he uses it as a threat to keep his class under control). he tells his students about your adventures together. he also implies you're welcome to visit his tower

shadowheart (main romance) - the game told me that we settled down together to live a happy, peaceful life on a farm in the countryside. shar still hurts her (if parents are saved), especially when she can sense that SH is enjoying herself, but it's been getting less frequent because she's been "losing interest". there's a new hug and kiss scene for her too, so i'm assuming this is for ALL companions and not just halsin/SH/whoever

withers will speak to you about karlach, explaining that she won't be able to come back. he jokes about her, which is rare for him, and you're given to opportunity to grieve her loss. in "a dozen tendays" (assumedly how long bg3 is), "an entire life was lived, she lived several centuries" (not exact quote).

milil, the bard playing in the center, does NOT want to be there. he's pissed that no one recognizes him (he's pissed specifically that i'm a bard and don't recognize him), i had to pass a deception check to recognize him and he cheered up and offered to change the song he's playing

there's a chest called "Chest of Grateful Words" filled with letters from your allies!

"Official Guild Letter"

"Letter from Barcus"

"Letter from Art"

"Letter from Valeria"

"Letter from Ravengard"

"Letter from Sebastian"

"Letter from Florrick"

"Letter from the Gur" (unascended Astarion)

"Letter from Alfira" (durge, killed quil grootslang)

"Letter from Dammon"

"Letter from Elminster"

"Letter from Nocturne"

"Letter from Voss"

"Letter from Hope"

"Letter from Mayrina"

"Letter from Nine-Fingers"

"Letter from Zevlor"

"Harp-stamped Letter"

Baldur's Mouth Gazette

If you find anything interesting I missed, please let me know.

[emperorsgf]

bg3 minor characters + minor arcana

[gribbo]

1481 D.R.

The high-walled ragstone townhouse in which Ulder Ravengard so seldom spends his time sits in an almost respectable quarter of Heapside: gray with grimy snow, cheerless in the chary light of the wick-and-oil lamps, but peaceable. Sometimes.

“Should I raise the hue and cry?” asks Florrick’s driver, dubious, over the din of blades clashing in the yard.

“If Blaze Ravengard is in a swordfight,” says Florrick with crisp amusement, stepping down from the carriage without his arm, “let us assume that he is winning.”

It’s been some time since she called on Ravengard at home, but there are matters she’d like to discuss with Ulder—and only Ulder—before the midwinter council of the Peers. They’ve taken notice of him, of late: compliments that he frowns at, bribes that he returns, invitations to ridottos at which he stands like a dashing wooden beam. Florrick will be surprised, if pleased, if she’s arrived before any other demands on his time have rolled out of bed.

She raps the gate with her staff, then lets herself in. Blaze Ravengard is not in the swordfight. In his modest forecourt a woollen-wrapped young Wyll and some wicked old personage from Parliament—jeweled at hands and throat and baldric, muddy at the riding-boots, barking wolfish laughs from the cowl of a shearling cloak—are crossing foils. The blades slice like blunted lightning through the quick clouds of their breath.

Flashing one’s moonstone cufflinks in Heapside is—confident. Florrick squints through the snowglint at the boy’s assailant, then checks. “Milord Duke!”

All that broidered shearling—fanciful stuff, birds and beasts of the hunt picked out in shining thread—billows as the fencer whirls. A flurry blows back the cowl. Silvering hair and snowflakes whip round the Ward of Gorion’s monstrous muzzle of a face: ruddy with cold, creased with vicious lines, smiling at her with beleaguered delight. “Why, Counsellor—”

Wyll’s foil bends against his foe’s forearm. His eyes flash with something of his father’s triumphant spark: Ulder Ravengard writ small, though the boy’s sprung up half a hand since Florrick saw him last. She almost smiles. His shoulders must exasperate his tailor. “Touché, your Grace!”

“Maimed, am I?” The old creature ducks out of reach with unnatural ease, nimble as the boy, and obligingly tucks the arm behind their back. Their foil flicks up and down like a music-master’s wand, turning Wyll’s aside. “Fortissimo, bravissimo—my goodness, young Ravengard, what do you call that one?”

Wyll, skidding with a shout of laughter in some slush, turns the mishap into a thrust. “The Legend’s Strike—”

The Duke catches him by the scruff before he falls. Florrick, with dignity, snorts and sidesteps them. All play, no work. “Puppies, the pair of you.”

The breathless grins they exchange tell her all. When the Duke slings Wyll at her, she raises her eyebrows and trips the boy into a snowbank. Her staff knocks aside a lunge of the Duke’s that shudders from the magewood to her bones, and then she’s dancing with a demon in Ravengard’s yard: clack-clack, clack-clack, the flashing foil bludgeoning the stick. She’s never parried so fast in her life. The Duke moves in ways that, for anyone else’s get, would not be possible—as though their blade is alive and after her, darting where she most fears for it to go, and only their indulgent grasp of the hilt dissuades it from running her through.

They’ve still got their damned arm behind their back. Florrick grits her teeth, shaken, sweating in her furs—

“My goodness,” gasps the Bhaalspawn, putting up the beastly foil. Sweat’s plastered a shock of their hair to their face. “Enough of that. With you about, Florrick”—with a wheezy laugh, they steady themself on Wyll’s shoulder—“why do we spend money on the Fists?”

* * *

“Perhaps,” says Ulder Ravengard with supreme tact, reaching across his writing-table for the carafe, “you would like a cup of chocolate?”

He’s never seen Florrick out of breath. If her chambers burned down around her, he doubts she would lose her composure enough to cough. She looks at him now like one of the wild-eyed haggards that perch on patriars’ wrists.

“By the living gods,” she says—winded, almost laughing. When he pours her the cup of chocolate, she drinks it off. “I hope never to battle a child of Bhaal again!”

[bg3-tournament]

Round 2 — Match 23 / 38 — Auntie Ethel vs. Counsellor Florrick

Auntie Ethel is a fussy trader of potions, lotions, quirks, and sundries who can be first encountered in The Hollow of the Emerald Grove. Later, she will return to her home at the Riverside Teahouse in the Sunlit Wetlands.

"she’s so mean. she’s so specific. she’s like a therapist from hell."

"Auntie Ethel has custom Vicious Mockery lines for every party member plus specific ones for all the races Tav can be and her voice actress is clearly having SO MUCH FUN being evil."

vs.

Counsellor Florrick is an  elven wizard and advisor to the Archduke. Her loyalty to Grand Duke Ravengard is beyond question. Steady as Tyr's heartbeat, as upstanding as the Sword Mountains, Florrick plays a notable role in the politics brewing within Baldur's Gate, mainly through the questline ⁠Rescue the Grand Duke.

"Florrick is one of those NPCs who feels like she belongs in a different political thriller, and then BG3 keeps drop-kicking her into worse situations. She stays sharp anyway. Love that for her."

"florrick is so underrated because she’s basically doing “adult in the room” work while everyone else is either panicking or profiteering. you meet her around waukeen’s rest and she’s immediately trying to manage an actual crisis, then act 3 rolls around and she’s getting scapegoated for gortash’s mess, and she’s STILL trying to do the right thing, still trying to warn people, still trying to keep the city from collapsing."

Vote!

Ethel

Florrick

Voting ended onJan 24

[magical-girl-coral]

Fixing Wyll's story: Florrick's confrontation audition.

Florrick: Save it. My duty is for Baldur's Gate - and it holds no place for Ravengard's treacherous spawn. (Arcana check successful) Narrator: you sense infernal air surrounding Florrick and her men. She's been charmed by a devil and a very obvious one at that. (OPTIONS) Arcana (DC 25): *Break the charm hanging over Florrick* *Cast Great Restoration to break the charm hanging over Florrick* (option only available if you have the spell readied) Persuasion (DC 25): "Lady" Mizora is Wyll's former patron. She lied to get even for breaking his contract. (If any of these work) Narrator: Whatever fog that has settled over Florrick disappeared with a flick of a wrist. Shamed coats her very being. Florrick: I - gods, Wyll, I'm so sorry. I should have known. Wyll: You have nothing to apologize for, counsellor Florrick. I know Mizora's dirty tricks by hand now. This isn't the first time she has used her magic to turn others against me and I doubt it will be the last. Wyll: She will stop at nothing to make sure I regret talking back to her. We need to find my father soon as possible. PC: 1. Apologies are for later. What happened? 2. I know a thing or two about falling for the charms of devilish beings. Most of them weren't so literal though. 3. Nothing to apologize for? She attacked us in the middle of the street! 4. Say nothing. Let them talk. Florrick: I - I can't remember. I can only recall one of my men entering my chambers with the news of Duke Ravengard's supposed disappearance. But when I try to remember more, I- Narrator: Florrick grimaces, as if something in her head is stopping her from recalling anything more. A Modified Memory spell. Mizora made sure to leave no tracks behind. Wyll: She has wrapped your memories around her finger. Another one of her old tricks. Wyll: Have you met this "lady" Mizora before? Florrick: I think so? The more I try to remember, the less clear it all seems. But I do remember meeting a young redheaded noble lady many times before. We spend many times together, I don't think she would - she wouldn't do this to me. PC: 1. It seems she already did. No time to mourn the past. 2. Hells. And just when we thought she couldn't go any lower. 3. You shared your bed with a cambion and still attacked Wyll for dealing with one? And you called us a hypocrite. ( -10 Wyll disapproval) 4. Let Wyll do the talking. Wyll: I'm sorry for what she had done to you, counsellor. If it's any consultation, the after effects shouldn't last for more than a day. Gather your men and warn them of an asset of Zariel roaming the city. If any of them smell of sulfur and hellfire, have them sent to a local cleric immediately. Florrick: I will do so. Here's the location of our hideout if you ever need help. We have equipment and weapons for you if you ever need any. Florrick: And Wyll; you are always a part of my duty. You are more of Baldur's Gate than anyone I know. The city was never the same since you left. I hope it can become your home again. Wyll: It has never stopped being my home, counsellor . Of that, I can guarantee you.

[bareee]

Some people talk to much(Full comic) part 2

Done! *head bang* God my hand ahhhh! There’s the full comic idea I had with the burnin’ manors and Florrick. Mark bein sassy and mad and then asked to help again, what’s new honestly. But so starts the beginnin of one of Mark’s backstory complications as well~

NOW I can get to the next midnight question wooooo! But first, sleep is desperately needed

[bg3womenconfessions]

I need to tear Florrick's dress lace with my teeth and bite on her boobs