#keldran oc

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Keldran: *bloodied, bruised and burnt having narrowly escaped Wyrms rock fortress and Falûne’s unbridled fury over him siding with Gortash and attempting to get revenge on him for Aylin stripping him of his priesthood* m-my lady of silver… *stumbles back into the remnants of the cloister following the absolutes forces nearly decimating it* My lady Selûne, I sacrificed everything, I followed your command I kept him alive and under control as you commanded. I treated him with the same distain and indifference you did- a-and now you cast me aside because he suddenly proved himself?… what of my loyalty?! What of my service to you?! What will become of me?…

*lightning flashing and thunder cracking as a shadow looms over him*

Keldran: *looks over his shoulder to see an orange Tiefling in the doorway* wh-who are you??

Dammon: *silhouetted by a flash of lightning as he raises his hammer and the nails he uses for Lûnes shoes into view, smiling with an eerily cheerful grin* me? *icy blue eyes practically glowing in the darkness* I’m your very own, personal, hell.

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*Falûne’s life before his Adventure, worship of tongues*

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Falûne: *finished milking the cow, quietly pouring it into a canister by the main hall* mean old heifer *rubs the ache in his leg from where she’d kicked him, seemingly the only animal in his care that just hated him and everyone* done, now t- *shuts up hearing Keldrans voice, leading a sermon* huh?… *presses his ear to the wall but realises the sounds louder by the window rafters* … *looks at the crates by the milk canisters and feels himself battling internally. Knowing he’s forbidden from sitting for sermons with the acolytes, but wanting so badly to be like them and devote himself further to Selûne* …oh dear I’m going to be in so much trouble… *whimpers as he climbs onto the crates only to find himself too short* I- rats- *sighs and looks down, seeing his boots* … *pulls them off and looks at his overgrown hooves, how unnaturally they sit as he stands on his ankles after mimicking walking on feet with them* … *grimaces and stifles back a whimper as he stretches each one and forces himself to stand, balancing, on his hooves* o-ow ow— owie- *hisses and bites his forked tongue before suddenly feeling all his pains vanish as he realises he can see through the glass and hear clearly, his ears eagerly locking onto Keldrans voice as he speaks on scriptures he’s never been granted the opportunity to read*

Keldran: *reading aloud to his students, glancing up briefly to see if they’re still paying attention, only to spot the horns and eyes of a familiar blue devil snooping* what in the-

Falûne: *trying to listen closer not hearing what keldran said, only for both of his ankles to practically scream in pain from being stretched* Ngh- o-Oh GODS NO- *stumbles back off of the crates, clawing at them to try and save himself from the fall only to bring them down on himself and the milk canisters, pinning his tail and causing an ungodly loud racket* n-no no- *scrambles to try and free his tail, crying and quickly cowering, shielding his head with his arms as he hears the door to the hall open and close, but only one set of footsteps approaching* l-lady Selûne f-forgive me, please forgive me-

Keldran: *walks out fully prepared to berate and punish him only to see the state his antics had landed him in, his tail definitely broken beneath the crate and Lûne already cowering* Lady of Silver grant me patience. Why. Lû. Why?

Falûne: I-I’m s-sorry I’m sorry! *sobs and chokes on his own tears* I-i only wanted to learn! I swear it! I only wanted to learn more of our lady!

Keldran: *sighs, deciding he’s been punished enough already and needing to return to his lesson. Simply lifts the crate and heals his tail* just go wash up and get back to your duties. *walks off*

*that afternoon*

Falûne: *got called to Keldrans office for an early tea service, the events of the day still fresh in his mind* f-father superior? *sheepishly knocks*

Keldran: enter, lû.

Falûne: *enters and feels his blood turn to ice seeing him standing, waiting* … *pushes the tea in and sets it on the desk before standing before him, right hand over left as always as he waits for command* …

Keldran: Sit down and read the sermon I’ve open on my desk. Every afternoon you’ll read while I have my tea and organise my paperwork.

Falûne: *blinks and looks up at him surprised* r-really?

Keldran: sit. *walks to his desk and sits down himself*

Falûne: *sits on the little stool he’d set out for him and excitedly starts reading quietly*

Keldran: out loud.

Falûne: *stomach turning, barely literate enough as is. Able to understand the words and their meanings but useless in attempting to pronounce them* I-i- okay- I’ll try… *starts reading aloud, barely making it a sentence in before hissing in pain as his tongue is caught by a clothes peg* Aghh-?!!?! *looks at Keldran with hurt and betrayal in his eyes*

Keldran: Start again. Youll get another for every mistake. By the time we’re done with this book you should remember your lessons well.

Falûne: *hands trembling as he takes hold of the book again, trying not to drool from the peg holding a point of his tongue* y-yeth, father-

*present day*

Falûne: and that’s how I learned to read without error!

Gale: ARE YOU SURE- *inhales* YOU WERENT ABUSED?!?!

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Karlach: moonpie, did you keep just pigs and chickens?

Falûne: oh no, we also had a couple cows and a donkey, and father superiors horse before he died of old age, and we used to keep geese and roosters but we had to get rid of them.

Astarion: why’d you have to get rid of them?

Falûne: because they kept attacking father superior. The chickens called their final attack on him ‘doomsday’

*Doomsday*

One of the geese: There he is! This’ll teach the cruel bastard! For the blue boy!!

The roosters: CHAAAAAARGE!!

Keldran: *looks down as the geese and roosters rush him* GODS DAMN IT IVE HAD IT!! *runs and jumps back over the fence to get away* SHITE THEY CAN FLY!!

Falûne: *standing there watching it happen as he lets the chickens out of the coop* oh goodness not again.

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*Falûne’s life before his adventure, Boots*

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Falûne: *quietly working away in the kitchens, ears pricking as the bell to Keldrans office rings* teatime already? But it’s so early?? *tilts his head but prepares a tea tray and pushes the cart out, wobbling a little more uncomfortably than usual as his hooves strain against the now too small boots he’s been forced to wear* father superior? *knocks*

Keldran: Enter, Lû.

Falûne: *smiles hearing his tone, a tone he only had when he was in an especially good mood. Quietly opens the door and jumps seeing another elf standing there. Dressed as a priest of a rank just lower than father superior* … *looks to keldran nervously having been forbidden to interact with literally anyone except for him*

Keldran: *gestures for him to come to him* I’ve someone for you to meet.

Falûne: *shakily pushes the cart in and wobbles to his side, eyes avoiding the strange man’s gaze but noticing how confused he looks*

???: this is- not what I expected.

Keldran: he’s an unassuming devil indeed. Falûne, this is Father Thedan Moonwoe. He’s to be my replacement as your guardian and head of this cloister when I inevitably pass on… say hello.

Falûne: *tail curling around his leg in fear, voice caught in his throat as he whispers out a shy and meek greeting* h-hello…

Father Thedan: *in disbelief this could possibly be the dangerous and unruly devil Keldran had described in his letters* Hello Falûne, it’s nice to meet you at last. *smiles trying to make eye contact with him but only serving to startle the teenager into hiding his face in Keldrans robes*

Keldran: *pats his shoulder with a reluctant and almost warning hand, grimacing out a smile* he’s a shy one, too… go attend to your chores now Lû. Be sure to make up a room for our guest too. He’ll be staying here permanently from now on.

Falûne: *nods and sheepishly bows to them both before hobbling out quickly, accidentally closing the door on his tail in his haste and yelping as he opens it to free himself before scrambling away again*

Father Thedan: *watching him with visible concern* …What a sweet lad…

*that afternoon*

Falûne: *on the verge of a tearful panic attack as he helps Thedan settle into his room, unsure of how to interact with him and not even knowing if he’s allowed to speak. Quietly unpacking the rest of his clothes for him while the priest watches him with curiosity*

Father Thedan: You’re a very quiet lad, I’ve known mice to make more noise.

Falûne: *unpacking faster, closing the trunk and putting away his clothes into the dresser*

Father Thedan: Do you have any hobbies? You must have some enjoyments beyond your work and worshipping our lady?

Falûne: *pauses to think, coming up with almost nothing at all* …

Father Thedan: …Do you have a favourite colour?

Falûne: …

Father Thedan: *sighs softly* I’m going to be looking after y-

Falûne: r-red… and orange… *fidgets with his gloves nervously* like sunsets…

Father Thedan: *smiles warmly at him finally feeling like he’s getting somewhere into understanding the devil he’s meant to be ‘controlling’* that sounds lovely, do you have any hobbies?

Falûne: … *nervously reaches into his pocket and pulls out an old goat bell, a handful of buttons, and a thimble* s-sometimes people leave things other than gold in the offering trays, f-father superior tells me to throw it out but, but I think anything given to our lady in worship should be valued, s-so I keep it safe in a shoebox… p-please don’t tell father superior, h-he’ll be so mad I disobeyed…

Father Thedan: *blood running cold realising something is very wrong and nothing is adding up* our little secret, I promise.

Falûne: *nods and smiles shyly, still not making eye contact but opening up*

*that evening*

Father Thedan: *eating quietly, looking around the dining hall and past the recruits but unable to find any hint of the blue devil* …Where’s Falûne?…

Keldran: in the kitchen. He’ll eat once we’re all done.

Father Thedan: *looks at the buffet to see only a cups worth of porridge left and some vegetables* that won’t be enough to feed him-

Keldran: *not looking up from his food* it’s more than enough.

Father Thedan: *snapping* what madness is this that you perform such abuse in Selûnes name?!

Keldran: *in stunned silence as the rest of the hall goes quiet too* … *looks over at the kitchen window to see falûne duck down out of view having heard the outburst too* We will discuss this in private, father Thedan. Unless you wish for me to find someone more suited to fill my position?

Father Thedan: *scowls and gets up, putting half of his food back before storming off to his chambers*

*after dinner*

Falûne: *knowing he’s definitely in some type of trouble as he approaches Keldrans office having never been asked there at this hour nevermind following a conflict that somehow involves him* f-father-

Keldran: Get. in. here.

Falûne: *trembling as he steps inside* y-yes father superior- *looks up to see the two priests staring at him*

Father Thedan: Look at him!! You expect me to believe anything you’ve told me when just the mere promise of your anger brings him to this state?!

Keldran: a promise I’ve followed through on many times and he’s all the better for it! He’d be a vicious, manipulative fiend had I of chosen your, pathetic ideals on how to raise a thing so inherently evil as him!!

Father Thedan: He’s a child you heartless monster!! You hide behind a mask of self righteous lies while you commit heinous cruelties in the name of our lady! Your methods would be better suited for grovelling to her sist-

Keldran: YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IVE SACRIFICED! What I’ve! Lost! What I had to give up just to keep that monster contained!!! *points at Lûne as he punctuates his point* The minute that seal is released all hell will break loose and if what you say I’m doing is cruel than so be it! For nothing else will keep him in line like it!

Falûne: *backed into a corner out of pure fear conditioned deep within him from pain he can no longer remember, just weeping and holding himself as he awaits what usually comes with Keldrans ire, only to hit the floor as the curse activates, wiping the argument from his mind and momentarily making him black out* nghh-

Father Thedan: Lûne. *runs to his side and looks at his eyes. Seeing the purple glow and the cracks in his horns* …I see you’ve already kissed the feet of Shar… *glares back at him before lifting Lûne into his arms* I’ll be gone by morning, and I’ll be bringing back every priest from Eltugard to Symbia to take him from you!

Keldran: Go ahead and try…

Father Thedan: *scowls and takes Falûne back to his room, opening the door and feeling further disgust seeing it to be just an old broom closet with a window and a bed of old fabric and boxes* gods… *lays Falûne down on the fabric as he comes to* I’m so sorry this is the life you’d been forced to live…

Falûne: *looks up at him confused for a moment* I- oh dear I fainted again…

Father Thedan: *heart breaking seeing him truely up close, the gauntness to his cheeks, the almost permenant lines from tears staining his freckles, heavy bags beneath his eyes, and a general look of hopelessness swallowing his thin frame whole* it’s okay… I need to go tomorrow but I promise I won’t be gone for long, I’ll be back, and we’ll save you from Keldrans cruelty once and for all. *starts removing Lûnes boots so he can sleep*

Falûne: c-cruelty? N-no father superiors never cruel, he’s very fair, he’s so patient with me, I l-love father superior so much, please-please- *tries to grasp his hands to plead with him, only to hide his face in shame as Thedan removes his boot, revealing the overgrown hooves. Fur matted, ankles bent unnaturally. A secret Keldran reminded him repeatedly to keep hidden*

Father Thedan: … *gently removes the other one and lifts Lûne back up* change of plans. We’ll be leaving tonight… *carries from the room and to his, placing him on the bed* rest here, I’ll be right back. *smiles and pats his hair so kindly, heart hurting seeing him flinch, vowing in his heart to die before he lets this continue any longer*

*Midnight*

Falûne: *tears streaming down his face as he wobbles on his deformed hooves and mishapen ankles towards Keldrans office. Hoping to plead reason to Thedan, to Keldran, to apologise, to beg, to do whatever he can to remain in his ‘home’* f-father- *opens the door to see nobody there, then hearing movement in his bedroom next door* … *wobbles to it and grabs the handle to find it open, the sounds of struggling and muffled pleading* what?… *freezes in place seeing Thedan pinning Keldran to his bed, smothering him with a pillow* … *looks at the wall to see Keldrans holy paladin sword* …

Father Thedan: shhh, just let go. Do this one kindness for him, please just di-

Keldran: *gasps and pulls the pillow free finally, just in time to watch Thedans lifeless eyes close as he falls off of him and the bed, dead* I?… *looks up to see Lûne standing there, bloody sword in hand, and eyes glassy as the curse activates erasing this from his mind* …

Falûne: *drops the blade and sways this way and that like he’s about to faint* I-

Keldran: *gets up and walks to him, gently pulling him into a firm hug filled with as much kindness as he can offer the devil* good boy lû… *looks down to see the fur of lûnes hooves now staining red from Thedans blood as it covers the floorboards* …I think it’s about time I got you some new boots.

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Falûne: *finally accepted his devilish heritage and grappling with his identity and purpose after astarions ascension* I’m going down to the bar does anyone want something?

Everyone else: *bloodied and exhausted after Astarions audacity nearly got them killed a second time in a day* aaaaghhhhhhhhnnnnnnn

Falûne: …I’ll bring back some ice packs… *walks downstairs and freezes seeing a familiar face at the bar, bruised and battered but unmistakeably him* father Keldran?…

Keldran: *deep into his third bottle of wine* I’m no father of anything except for you now, *hiccups* the moon maidens bitch of a daughter made sure of that. *sets the bottle down* but I deserve it, all of it… I acted out of fear and cruelty… I thought I was doing the right thing but… you proved me wrong.

Falûne: *looks up at him surprised but naively pushes away the dread at the back of his mind wanting to believe there’s good in the man who sired him* all I ever wanted was to be good for you…

Keldran: I know, and I’m sorry I never believed you- *wobbles a little and staggers back into the bar*

Falûne: *grabs him and holds him upright* l-let me walk you home, where are you staying??

Keldran: At the cloister still, *hiccups* such a good lad… *pats his hair seeing that sparkle of hope light back up in his eyes* my good lamb. *barely contains his smirk as Lûne helps him out of the tavern and through the city streets to Wyrms crossing, only to be stopped at the gates to gortash’s estate* oh great what n- k-Keldran- *turns around feeling him let go, thinking he fell or stumbled. Only to be met with a club to the forehead by one of the corrupt guards*

Keldran: *smirks watching Lûne drop like a fly from the hit* such a stupid devil…

*a few hours later*

Gortash: I must admit I’m sad to see it come to this, I was hoping to get ahold of you when you were younger and more compliant but, Keldran refused to hand you over to me, a decision he’s thankfully changed his mind on now.

Falûne: *shackled to an ornate chair at a dinner table, glaring at Gortash as he paces about* you- knew about me? Wanted- me? Why?…

Gortash: Firstly, for revenge… Your uncle only ever went on about two things whilst I was his slave. The crown, and saving you… gods did he carry on about you, it was rather annoying. Then when I heard of your immense power I wanted to utilise that for myself. And when I saw your beauty well-… I wanted all of you for myself… Sadly though Keldran kept you locked away, any opportunity I’d have to break your mind and will to see the world my way has long since passed… but there’s still hope… *snaps his fingers*

Falûne: *looks at the doors as they open and Keldran enters, grinning like a lunatic and carrying a silver tray with a lid, his movements slow and steady but with purpose wanting to strike fear in lûne with every step* father- wh-why?…

Keldran: because you ruined my life. That’s why. *sets the tray in front of him and lifts the lid revealing dozens of mind flayer parasites all writhing and screeching*

Falûne: *pushes back in his seat struggling against his restraints, eyes wide in horror adding up what they intend to do* P-please no!!

Gortash: Oh but we need a yes my dear… Keldran, make him see reason~

Keldran: yes, my lord… *grabs Lûne by his hair and yanks his head back as he grabs a parasite and holds it to his face* You always complained about being hungry you ungrateful brat!! Go on, let it in~

Falûne: *grits his teeth as his pupils dilate and form into pin like slits* I.. Was not. A brat… I… was. A. CHILD!!!! *snaps his restraints as his wings rip open from his back and hellfire licks the back of his throat* BURN!!!

*several hours later*

Falûne: *steps back into the Elfsong holding gortash’s stone in one hand and his head in the other, covered in blood and soot as the windows glow with the fire burning from Wyrms crossing* k-Karlach?… Karlach…

Karlach: Moonpie what’s w- *takes the head as Lûne hands it to her* he’s?… he’s dead?…

Falûne: *emotionally destroyed and exhausted beyond words* g-gift… I killed him… I gift… his head…

Karlach: … *tosses it out the window and pulls him into a hug* shhhh, th-thank you sweetheart… let’s clean you up now okay?… Halsin??? Halsin help!

Falûne: *looks up as the Druid runs over and lifts him up* d-dad…

Halsin: shhh I’m here now, I’m here son…

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Falûne: *a little boy around his 7th year, sniffling back his tears as he tries to do his chores and ignore the pain he’s in from his last beating having had no recollection of ever receiving it*

“HELP! PLEASE HELP ME HELP ME PLEASE!!”

Falûne: *drops the bucket of chicken feed as a dark haired boy, a little older than him barrels through the cloisters gate and right into keldrans legs* h-huh?

Keldran: *kneels down and gently dries the boys face* shhh, breath child, what’s the matter? What’s your name?

Gortash: E-Enver, Enver G-Gortash- please h-help me m-my parents are trying to sell me to a devil you have to help me Mr!

Keldran: *ears pricked up in shock, hearing the truth in his voice. And the sound of his parents in the distance* alright alright, I’ll help you. Come inside now, Lû! *glares at him before looking at the spilled feed* …Clean up your mess, boy…

Gortash: *peers past Keldran and locks eyes with the frail and bruised tiefling* …

*that evening*

Falûne: *waited alone in the kitchen for hours for the acolytes to finish eating, now quietly crying from hunger as he tries to make a meal out of the leftovers, all the while hitting himself out of pure distress and constant mental torment from Keldran* s-stupid- stupid ungrateful b-brat, stupid ungrateful-d-devil- bad, bad, bad- *looks at the small bowl he’d come up with and it’s himself harder for daring to feel disappointed* baAA- *flails as a hand covers his mouth, silencing his frightened scream* Mm??

Gortash: hey, I saw you through the door, *frowns seeing his suspicions confirmed, this was all he’d been eating for a while now* you hungry? *lets him go and offers him half of his own plate he’d saved*

Falûne: *silently staring at it, then at him before sheepishly taking it* I-I’ll get in so much trouble- *winces as the curse activates*

Gortash: for eating?

Falûne: talking to you- eating your food…

Gortash: why?…

Falûne: *eyes glowing purple from the curse as he stares up at him* I’m forbidden from talking to anyone except father superior… *winces as the curse releases his mind* nghh- I… what was I?… I- *hands Gortash bask his food and runs away back to his room, covering his own mouth the whole way*

Gortash: *eyes wide with intrigue, wondering what sort of magics could alter someone’s very memory, then anger and a strange mix of jealousy, seeing a boy just like him abused by the adults around him, and wanting to be the one abusing Keldran and the other adults right back* … *follows after him and whispers outside his bedroom door as he leaves the food for him* I’ll get you out of here one day, and we’ll take this city by storm together. I promise…

*many years later*

Falûne: *around his 20th year, hair shaven and dried blood clinging to his chin from the spike through his tongue, the scolds bridle locked firmly in place around his head as tears continue to pour down his face while he goes about his chores, his hands trembling as he pushes the tea cart to Keldrans study, knocking with his tail and waiting for confirmation*

“Come in, Lû.”

Falûne: *pushes open the door and brings the cart in, setting Keldrans food and tea down before kneeling before him, visibly trembling and holding in his sobs*

Keldran: enough with your crocodile tears this is what you get for lying Falûne. You made a spectacle of myself and this cloister, whoever you lied to that lead the flaming fists to our door to ‘rescue you’ will no doubt be spreading your lies even further. Now clean yourself up and go finish your chores. You’ll get water when you’re done.

Falûne: *nods and hurries to his feet, his boots so crammed with his overgrown hooves he sways a little as he finds his footing, his head falling in a deep bow before leaving and closing the door quietly, heading out to do the laundry hoping his hat will hide his shame*

*a few hours later*

Falûne: *mouth dry despite the constant the taste of blood and cold iron burning hot through his tongue, desperately trying to finish the wash before anyone can see him, quietly pushing the lever around and around the wash well himself after Keldran forbade him from using the donkey as part of his punishment* mmnn… *starts pulling the clean laundry out of the barrel to pull it into his basket*

“That’s him my lo- helm almighty!”

Falûne: *mortified at being noticed, looks over to see two flaming fists approaching and a familiar face, now older but with the same unmistakably scheming eyes* mmph?!

Gortash: oh Falûne, my old friend-

Falûne: *already got in trouble once for talking to someone even if he couldn’t remember doing so, quickly ditches the basket getting the laundry filthy in the dirt before running inside and immediately headbutting into Keldrans chest* Mmnn!! *whimpers as he’s grabbed by his bridle and pulled outside like a misbehaving horse, tears immediately pouring all over again as Keldran presents him before the fists, the moon elf not even noticing Gortash*

Keldran: Right, I don’t know what lies this fiend has told you but I will not have my name tarnished! He is not a tiefling he’s- *grabs lûnes robes and rips them open revealing the infernal seal all across his skin* a devil Selûne herself charged me with keeping contained!

Falûne: *eyes and horns glowing purple as the curse activates, already wiping the memory of all this from his like but leaving the shame and humiliation*

Fist 1: *observing the seal on lûnes body, unfamiliar with such magics but understanding enough to see it’s a seal*

Fist 2: *more concerned with Lûnes over all appearance but understanding their hands are tied if this is a matter of godly will* are such measures necessary?

Keldran: to contain the grandson of Mephistopheles? Yes.

Fist 1: *visibly pales* r-right, well um. My lord I’m afraid there’s not much we can do.

Keldran: *finally notices Gortash* ah, councillor-

Gortash: It’s lord now actually. *stares at lûne, eyes filled with intrigue and a want for the power contained behind that seal* and he told no lies. I was the one who sent for a welfare check. *saunters over and grasps the lock of Lûnes bridle, his implant glowing before turning his entire hand black as he crushes it in his palm* seeing how poorly you treat them disgusted me beyond words. *hooks his finger under the iron bars and removes it carefully, lifting the spike from Lûnes tongue and tossing the horrid thing to the ground before crushing it beneath his boot* So, a word of warning. Treat him better, because while I may not be able to have him removed from your ‘care’ just yet… I will be able to, very, soon… *looks to lûne to see him looking up at him, the curse no longer active, somehow being overridden by the act of kindness*

Falûne: *blood pouring from his mouth again, staring up at him with wide moon like eyes, shock that he can’t understand or comprehend, shock that someone stood up for him for a crime he couldn’t even remember*

Gortash: *pats his cheek* I’ll come back. I promise… there’s no way I’m leaving such a precious and powerful thing as yourself to be left imprisoned by this, self righteous bastard… *glares up at Keldran before nodding to the fists and leaving*

Falûne: *left standing there in only his trousers held up by a length of rope, looking so pitiful but feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion* …

Keldran: *watches Gortash leave before looking down at his ward* …

Falûne: *looks up at him, tongue already swelling from the sheer level of pain it’s in* I’m- th-sss-thorry father I ruined the laundry…

Keldran: *looks over to see the mess Lûne made* … *looks back at him* go have a bath.

Falûne: *nods sheepishly and stumbles off back inside, tail between his legs as he hugs his torn robes to himself*

*present*

Falûne: *eyes glassy as he completely disassociates, standing outside Wyrms rock as hellfire engulfs the fortress after Keldrans final betrayal finally made him snap. Quietly staring at Gortash’s decapitated head in his hands* … If only I’d first believed karlach when she warned me of you… Maybe then I wouldn’t be hurting so badly now… maybe I’d of learned that… I can’t trust anyone… not even kind people… maybe then… my heart wouldn’t be broken… *grabs him by his hair and picks up his decapitated hand with the stone, quietly walking off back to the elf song, oblivious to the moon elf stumbling out of the flames narrowly escaping death*

Keldran: *faceplants into the mud, bloodied, bruised and burnt after he finally witnessed the vile anger he’d fostered in lûne all these years in some feeble attempt to keep him controlled* gods… what have I created?…

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Falûne: *walking through the ruined city streets, taking in the sight of the carnage from the final battle as he makes his way from the lower city, through Wyrms crossing until ending up back at the remnants of his cloister and seeing an unexpected, still alive, face* …father?…

Keldran: *survived Lûnes rampage by the skin of his teeth, escaping while he was occupied with Gortash and burning the building to the ground with hellfire. Now quietly kneeling before several graves of dead acolytes with the sword he once wielded as a paladin before breaking his oath to seal Lûnes mind away long ago, the very same sword Lûne stole and returned to him when he started his journey* … *stands slowly and turns to face him, mauve skin sporting a burn and a claw mark across his jaw and throat from Lûnes first and only strike he laid upon him* … *offers him his sword* you turned out good… I was so blinded by my hate and regret that I… refused to see it… and it cost me everything… make it as painful as you wish, no doubt it’ll only be a fraction of the hurt I’ve done to you…

Falûne: … *walks to him and takes the sword*

Keldran: *kneels before him expectantly* …

Falûne: *places it on his shoulder and finally calls upon Selûne, accepting her presence and her power and commanding her blessing. Restoring his oath and priesthood* you’ve taken more from me than just my mind and my memories… you’ve taken my trust, my happiness, my innocence… and I will never have them back… *sighs deeply with a shaky breath* And though I choose now to work in selûnes light, I now understand the presence of loss more than most Sharrans ever will… You can never return to me what you’ve stolen… so give me this one gift in return…

Keldran: *in complete shock, rising to his feet as he feels selûnes magic return to him, her presence different now, almost threatening as he looks into the very silver eyes Lûne inherited from him* very well… by our lady of silver… *timidly and awkwardly takes back his blade, and places his hand on his forehead, casting a blessing of his own* it is my honour to name you a vessel of her order… a right I should have given you long ago…

Falûne: *tears pricking his eyes, this moment would have once filled him with joy, pride, a sense of fulfilment, and yet now… he only feels hollow* … *quietly steps forward, giving him a hug and resting his head on his chest, his horns threatening to slice the elf’s face if he so much as moves his head to look down at him* Goodbye… father… *lets him go and walks off out of the remnants of the cloisters gate*

Keldran: *left with a curse no magic can ever remove, the guilt that comes with being forgiven* goodbye… son…

[wellthebardsdead]

Behold. Keldran.

The Bastard.

He’s a moon/high elf oathbreaker paladin. His oath only got broken when he turned to the house of grief to help keep Lûne in line. And he blames Lûne for that too.

Bonus Lûnes here too