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Professor Dekarios, forever lost in thought and late for lecture.
the bg3 community in general does NOT talk enough about how ludicrously OP gale was pre-folly and pre-tadpole.
- archmage. not an arbitrary title - awarded to 18+ level wizards. meaning he could cast spells through 9th level.
- chosen of mystra. akin to demigod-level status. slowed aging, chosen-specific abilities, direct access to the depths of the Weave, plus more.
- lover of mystra AND protégé of Elminster Aumar. privy to the most advanced Weave manipulation and magical tutelage.
imagine a situation where tav/his partner falls in battle and gale loses it. magic explodes out of him in raw waves. his grief/rage calls on the Weave without verbal control. he reduces the battlefield to cinders. blood pours out of his nose as he casts far more than his body can currently handle. his eyes glow. runes appear and disappear across his skin.
and the party remembers that oh shit. this wizard who cooked them stew and rambled about planar theory used to be a living magical weapon. and still has the capacity to be.
perhaps expect more writing soon 😶
In my recent game I came across some dialogue from Gale I've not seen before, despite this being my 500000000th romance with this man. So we meet Lorroakan for the first time and convince him that Aylin is dead. Speaking to Gale, I think, ok, he's going to be like "hey what a shit wizard" or "what an arrogant little twat" because we've already seen his rubbish projections and it's Lorroakan, come on. Then Gale says this:
Yes, he falls short of - wait. What? Gale is roasting Lorroakan not for his magical skills. He is incensed by his inability to use multiple sources to verify information.
This absolute nerd is more pissed about having too few citations than the fact that Lorroakan is an amoral little jerk that wants to torturously leech off of an aasimar's soul for his own immortality.
I -
Gale, please never change. I love you, you ridiculous dork.
Gale sketch dump
ghhhhh
sometimes Tara is just a kitty and a box is a comfy place for sitting.
Gale whispering sweet words to durge the evening she wakes him up and confesses she is being forced to kill him.
Gale who ties her up for both their safety, and tells her how much he loves her.
Gale who whispers his deepest thoughts and feelings knowing she can't quite hear him but hoping it helps her find something to cling to.
Gale who at no point even when she's an active danger to him feels anything other than love and sadness for her
Just Gale taking care of durge, that's it, send tweet.