Which minor villain would you take along if recruitable? Part 2
Yurgir
Roah Moonglow
Abdirak
Sazza
Rugan
Auntie Ethel
Sceleritas Fel
Marcus Falgor
Nine-Fingers Keene
Kressa Bonedaughter
Lump the Enlightened
BOOOAL
Voting ended onFeb 13, 2025
A lot of you requested Others so, here ya go 😌
Where is ______? Check part one.
Part One is Here
Clarifiers:
*They will be loyal to you, the PC. Their interactions with anyone else at camp…well….So picking someone who is say, difficult to get along with…may cause complications.
*You can romance them.
*You can try to redeem them, or make them worse, whatever you like. Some may be less inclined to redemption than others though.
*If you take someone who is owned, or employed, and bring them around their owner- it may upset the person and lock you out of quests/dialogues: ie, bringing Haarlep around Raphael.
*Yes yes villain with some of these is debatable. Let’s just have fun hm?
Soft, gentle eyes, a colour of honey and whiskey (Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction)
Characters:
Unnamed rock gnome in the Last Light cemetary (chapter 1)
Flaming Fist Marcus Falgor (from chapter 2 onward) [and because the lovely @desfraisespartout asked me to do Marcus's side, and I ended up doing the rest)
Raphael doing a guest star, but what a guest star (chapter 1 and 2)
Rest of the Tav "good" party
Shipping & Tags: Marcus Falgor x Half-OC, "thriller", false cozy setting and romance setting, friends to lover to enemy to awkward, magical possession
Resume : Do you know that, in game, Marcus was friends with nearly everyone in the Last Light Inn, and was especially close to a friend with whom things did not go so well due to him being, well, possessed by the Absolute ? This story explores this very relationship before and.... let's say, "after" it went south. Also explores the possibility of Marcus waking up from the Absolute's grasp and being wrecked by guilt.
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"Soft, gentle eyes, a colour of honey and whisky."
A deep laugh shook the large shoulders of the colossus of a man currently doing a round all around the Last Light Inn. His light brown eyes were shining with amusement and a heavy dose of an unconcealed affection when he put them on the rock gnome doing the round by his side, with whom they just walked under a stone bridge.
“Be careful, Tala, or I will end up thinking you really DO have a crush on me!” he laughed as he bowed a bit to avoid colliding with a half-rotten massive root dangling from wild vegetation above the bridge.
The gnome, a tiny blond haired woman with hair sometimes looking more like light brown, pouted like a kid, crossing her arms behind her head. On their chests were the Flaming Fist tabard and both wore heavy armours, along with shields emblazoned with the emblem of Baldur’s Gate main military forces, shiny pieces of metal reflecting nearby light sources. It looked a bit too heavy for her, and he had teased her about this relentlessly when they first met - before she showed him exactly how a rock gnome could be a Flaming Fist and wear armor in spite of her size. He learned the lesson well, that day.
“I’m not afraid to assume I do!” She said, tilting her chin in a very stubborn move. “But I do retract my compliment. Your eyes look more like … some ground vomited by earthworms.”
As the man stopped dead in his tracks a few feet behind her, right as he was pushing away from him a way too low branch hanging from a half-dead tree, and made no further sound, she turned back to look at him, and noticed he looked absolutely flabbergasted. She nearly burst into laughter and instead rolled her eyes playfully.
“I mean. If you don’t like compliments or my style of flirting, I can insult you instead. If that’s more your kind of thing.”
Once again the face of the tallest of them both, a human male with a well-trimmed beard, filled with amusement and he resumed his gesture, pushing away the branch with a very nice display of might before joining his short comrade. She did not lose a single piece of how his muscles budged. A true snack, she would say.
“Actually, I am fine with the first one,” he chuckled. “And…”
But then everything he was going to say fell dead as both of them climbed on a few rocks to complete their inspection.
The Shadowlands, aptly named since the calamity a hundred years ago which filled it with shadows and curse turning into what were basically zombies all those who strayed too far from any source of light, was spreading further. Beyond the rocks stood the end of the globe of light surrounding the whole Inn, and the parcel around that the two soldiers were inspecting during their round, checking every crook and noses, in relative safety. Beyond the other end of the light barrier was the curse, so powerful it created like a green halo that not even a torch would have been able to weaken. A torch COULD hold the curse away enough for you to walk through the shadows, but it was nothing but an artifice, a poor one that was vulnerable to a mere wind or hush … and that, besides, was only pushing back the curse far enough for it not to affect you, but not enough to protect you from the monsters roaming within.
For a few moments, the teasing and playful smile he had on his lips faltered.
