Class: F Cleric of Mielikki/Beast master Ranger | F Cleric of Mielikki/Circle of spores Druid
Background:
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Fen
Name: Aerfen Blaidd, Fen, Grey Wolf
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Race: Wood Half-Elf
Class: Cleric of Selune 🌙✨
Background:
As a young boy Fen grew up in his ancestral home within a selunite community. His family was well know and friends with many family’s including the Hallowleafs and their young daughter Jenevelle, who he called his little Jen-bell.
Once he reached his majority Fen was bestowed divinity by Selune and became a Cleric in her name. He set out to travel across the realm to spread word of his ladies grace.
It was on his travels that he learned of the devastation of his village. Returning to the desolation left by the Sharran raid, Fen buried his parents and mourned the h loss of many friends including the Hallowleafs.
After helping set the village to rights he continued the work of his goddess and trapped spreading the word of her love and divinity, helping those in need.
It was on such excursion that he was helping a village being tormented by a beast that he was attacked by the great wolf. A bloody battle commenced in which he triumphed as victor but he didn’t come away unhurt.
Infected with lycanthropy it is only by noon of his lady that he doesn’t enter a bloodrage and fall prey to his baser instincts.
Levi (Durge)
Name: Leviathan, Levi
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Race: High Half-Elf
Class: Trickster Rogue
Background:
Have a gander here and you may find som interning lore on this boy.
Deimos (Durge)
Name: Deimos
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: If it has a hole.
Race: Asmodeus Teifling
Class: Cleric of Bhaal 🩸
Background:
He… is just not a good guy. I mean he seems to be a big hit with many on account for his adoration to his wife (and also, quite easy to talk with) but yeah. Guys a lunatic.
Hecate
Name: Hecate, Hex, Shadow Mother
Age: Undetermined
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Ambiguous
Race: Some form of Elf possibly?
Class: Shadow Sorcerer
Background:
They say that the Forgotten Realms were created by the supreme god Lord Ao, who pulled their universe into existence as a void. The tale goes onto say that from this void, the twin goddesses Selûne and Shar emerged and with their combined efforts and inevitable fall out, many other gods were created.
But the void, from which all gods and creation came from were made from the womb of that void, had a name… Hecate.
Mother of gods? Creator of worlds? Maybe… unlike Ao, She frequently visits realms to bear witness to what she had created. Bitter and hateful of what was forced on her, over time she had come to love her children. Flawed as they may be.
Ancient, powerful, unsettling, she has heard rumors of a god that is not of her line and has decided to come take physical form once more and investigate.
Ambrose
Name: Ambrose Rua, Ambrose, Rose/Rosey
Age: 63
Gender: Queer
Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them
Sexuality: Queer
Race: Star Elf - Half Elf
Class: Bladesinger Wizard 🗡️✨
Background:
A descendant from the elves of Sildëyuir, Ambrose’s grandfather was one of the many that trickled back into Faerun and fell in love with a mortal woman. They had a daughter who went on to have a son with a man that loved his wife but was cold and distant with his son.
Having enough of his father indifference to him, he went to live with his grandparents on their estate.
Under the tutelage of his grandfather he learnt many skills pertaining to his wizardry and the history of his ancestors. After the passing of his grandmother him and his grandfather grew closer, heading out across the realm on scholarly adventures.
And it was on one such adventure, staying in the city of Baldur’s Gate, that Ambrose was snatched by the mind flayer ship. And this begins is battle against the absolute to save his home and to get back to his grandfather.
So, I tried my best but it got the better of me! Motivation has fucketh off and I cannae do it no more, so have your smut people ✨
Dur’gloth belongs to @erin-unknown
Zephyr belongs to @utrennyaya
Takkan belongs to @animedingdong
Thanks for letting me use them boys in all manners of ways, gang 😌✨
⚠️NSFW⚠️
CW:… It’s kinktober? What do you expect rainbows and unicorns? No. It’s dick dick and more dick. Just look at the list 🙄 smut under the cut.
Day 11. Degradation / / Aftercare
Levi x Dur’gloth
It’s stifling in here. The rooms temperature hot, or is that just him?, making the bed sheets stick to his damp skin. He’s a mess. A sweat ridden, whimpering sodden mess. His own cum left to sit in the dip of his panting stomach, a mark of his own neediness. Pathetic.
“What a pathetic thing you are.”
The sneer, echoes his own thoughts. Oh…he feels hips press against his own spread ones. A soft, furred pelvis meets his own oil slicked backside, feeling the half hard cock twitch in interest. He breaths a moan, hips ticking up desperate for attention.
“My, so eager still. Have you not had enough sweet?”
A hand clamps on his jaw, blunt nails diggin into his cheeks, pulling him to meet the cold grey stare of his bed partner.
“Is my whore so desperate for my cock again?”
He whimpers. He is, they’ve been fucking for hours already. Levi’s had him in all manners of positions and in each he’s been his greedy little whore. Bent in half, or over or however Levi wants him, pumped again and again full of the half-elf. Dirtied. Used.
Fingers are shoved into his mouth, no care for his gagging. “Suck.” Is demanded. And he does so, sloppy with spittle dribbling from his mouth and down Levi’s wrist.
“Look at you, such a slut. Desperate for me to fuck your stretched out little hole…” the fingers press down on his tongue and he moans around them, sucking at the digits only for them to disappear.
“P-please… please Le-…” his whimpers come to a stop at the harsh slap delivered to his flank.
“Ah ah, whores don't speak pet hm? You’re too stupid for that. Just a pretty little hole to be fucked.” A hand wraps around his weeping cock and gives a ruthless tug, milking a drop of cum onto the gathering pool. “Only good for fucking and cumming.”
The hand not abusing his cock makes its way to his clenching hole, probing the wet mess and circling the fluttering muscled ring. A wicked gleam enters those grey depths. He sobs.
“To be used how I see fit…” a tap tapping to his hole has his crying out. “How many have used this hole before. I’m surprised you’re still so tight after all the cocks you’ve had shoved in here.”
It’s heady. The onslaught of abuse to his hole and the vitriol being spat at him. He’s moaning, hands twist in the sheets and restraints above his head. He’s going to cum again and Levi hasn’t even fucked him yet. He’s whimpering, canting his hips trying to catch the head of his cock on his opening. Please… pleasepleaseplease
He hears a derogatory chuckle and then an “So dumb” said under a breath.
“Now, be a good slut…” he feels the blunt head sitting at his hole “and open wide.”
Day 12. Licking / / Biting & Day 13. Breast worship // Nipple Play
Miasma x Astarion
He suckles on the hard little peaks, his hand pinching the other nipple damp from his earlier affections.
Sweet little moans come from his love above him, her thighs clench at his sides where he’s laying between them. He feels her wetness on his stomach. Little gushes every time he tugs or gives a harsh suck.
So sensitive.
Though he supposes they have been at this for a better half of an hour. He pulls back, letting her nipple pop out from his teeth and pets at his handy work. Her dark nipples are erect and puffy, the skin a little pink with irritation, bruises mark her underbreast and a bite mark over her left breast.
Two pin pricks bubbled with congealed blood droplets frame it. His calling card.
And she wears it so well.
Day 14. Deep throating / / Hair Pulling
Sky x Levi
The first time it happened it was an accident.
Levi was fucking into him so viciously he scrambled to find purchase on something before the energetic dicking he was getting sent him flying.
His quick fix anchor was Levi’s knot at the back of his head.
And what an eye opening experience that was for him.
Grasping the hair ending up with him pulling on the locks and receiving a surprised but deep moan from his lover.
What followed was a blush and a stutter from his dark little elf and a reassurance from him that it was an accident and won’t happen again.
What a liar he was.
Now, perched on top of Levi’s lap, rolling his hips with the elf’s cock shoved deep in his arse, he had a handful of obsidian tresses in one hand whilst holding that sharp jaw, glassy grey’s staring adoringly up at him.
He gives another tug, wrenching his loves head back, exposing his throat and bobbing Adam’s apple. A high pitched, broken moan meets his ears and the hands on his thighs squeeze tighter. Oh his sweet little damia.
The fun he has in wrecking him.
Day 15. Face sitting // Bruising or Biting
Korg x Miasma
Holding onto the dreads a top his head, she thrusts fast and hard on top of his tusks. His tongue sitting deep in her cunt wiggles in response to her brutality. A deep groan comes from the Orc beneath her sending vibrations up to her clit causing her to moan in return.
Large hands hold her thighs pining her down on his face encouraging her. He’s in bliss. Her slick spills over him, dripping over his face and running over his chin and cheeks.
He’s mournful to let a drop of her essence got to waste…
With a bruising grip, he seals her heat to his mouth and digs in to feast.
Day 16. Shower/Bath sex // Squirting
Continuation of the above snippet…
Korg x Miasma
“Darling I- I can’t… please please…”
He ignores her pleading. He knows if she truly wished him to stop she would make him, no matter how far gone she’d seem. Besides, she’s already told him before not to stop until she’d made a mess.
He continues his brutality against her cunt. Hand moving rapidly his large fingers fucking into her whilst the palm of his hand was smacking against her erect little clit.
He’d already made her cum on his cock twice, tongue and fingers already and now it was orgasm number 5? 6? Eh, he’d lost count. His aim was to get her squirting or die trying. Okay well, maybe not that drastic. But you get the picture.
“Korg- Korgy… I’m, oh fuck, Korg!”
He feels her little cunt strangling his fingers, oh she’s close. He strokes, making a come hither motion with the fingers in her and moves his other hand from her breast to her lower stomach and pushes.
Jackpot.
She tenses and then… gushes down his arm. He moans at her wetness as it soaks his own pelvis, dripping onto him and baptising his cock in her essence.
He looks up her and is taken away by the pleasure writ across her face. Head thrown back with her hair blistered to her face, her perspiration makes her glitter. She’s ethereal.
He soothes a hand over her stomach stroking her ribs and panting chest, helping her come down from her intense release.
“You did so well, Ukul, so good to me…”
A tired panting smile answer’s him.
Day 18. Praise kink // Food play
Levi x Zephyr
They’d been at it for an age. His arse was reaching that deliciously sore stage but he’d let Zephyr fuck him for as long as he wanted as long as he didn’t stop calling him…
“My good boy. Taking me so well.”
A high reddy whine leaves him, his cock gives a valiant twitch as his hole clenched around the large cock being shoved into him. The tieflings large hands squeezed tighter around his waist, fingers almost over lapping, using his hips as leverage to bodily move him up and down his cock.
“So good- so good for me sweetness. You deserve this cock. You did so well preparing for it didn’t you, little elf? You needed me so bad didn’t you? Tell me.”
“Yessss… y-yes, yes Zeph I wanted it p-please…AH!” He cries out at a particularly harsh thrust hitting his prostrate. Oh fuck..
A growl comes from somewhere above him.
“Good boy.”
Day 19. Gaping // Cock ring or Plugs
Levi x Takkan
He’s so pretty.
Chest to the bed, arse in the air with his sack pulled up tight and his cock hanging heavy between his spread thighs. A milky string dribbling from his tip onto the bedspread bellow. Beautiful.
He has Tak’s tail wrap around his forearm and pulled to the side so he can have an uninterrupted view of his prize. Glinting, winking at him in the candle light.
He runs a knuckle over the obsidian gem, a near match to his little pet eyes. A gift. He nudges it, pressing it further into the furled hole it sits in. A moan meets his efforts.
“Oh- uh, Levi…don’t tease darling.”
He smirks to himself, running his hand over the quivering cheeks, up and over the ridges of the little bards back and down again grasping a handful of the perky rump.
“I’d never pet…” he brushes a thumb over the bejewelled plug gaining a whimper. “You look so pretty sweetness, I hardly know what to do with myself…”
“You know exactly what to do, you heathen.” Oh, a little sass from his pet. He adores it. A little wiggle of the hips meets his silence, the tail unwraps from his forearm and moves instead to wrap around his thigh, squeezing and pulling him closer.
Tak looks over his shoulder, making eye contact with those steel greys. A coy smile stretches over his lips endearing Levi to do whatever he bids.
“Take it out darling.”
His free hand moves to the plug grasping the jewel and slowly, softly begins to pull. Takkans head drops down between his shoulders, moaning and egging Levi on.
He’s mesmerised by the stretch of his sweets hole. Watching as the muscle grows taut at the large bulb of the plug and slowly shrinks as he pulls the tapered end free.
Oh… now that’s stunning.
It’s gaping. The rim desperately fluttering on nothing, seeking something to find purchase on again. He can see the pink interior of Takkans most intimate canal and isn’t that… adorable.
“Levi, darling, p-please…”
The beg catches his attention, bringing his focus away from Taks hole to his shiny gaze locked on him. Precious.
“What do you need sweet?” He raise a brow and softly rubs a fingertip around the sensitive rim. A high pitch moan leaves his little bards throat. He’s cheeky to ask. And he sees the moment Tak catches onto it.
The tail squeezes tighter, bringing his very interested cock closer, nudging against Takkans sack, slipping into the crevice of his thigh and pelvis.
He sees Takkan take a deep breath and then…
“Be a good boy, and fill me up.”
Something drops hot and low, his cock jumps, his spin tingles and he shudders. That little shit. He grabs his cock and lines the head up with Tak’s entrance. The muscle trying to latch onto the tip. He looks up again, grey meeting black.
“As you wish, sweet.”
Day 20. Massage // Lap Dance & Day 21. Cunnilingus / / Seduction
Luz x Zek
The enchanted drum plays a slow beat. Each hit of the skin wringing out and echoing across their bedroom. The high ceilings and stone walls making for excellent acoustics.
With each beat, a bejewelled azure hip rolls and jingles like bells. Ringed hands move, caressing over hips and dips, brushing along a scantily clad body. Over soft skin, the scent of citrus.
All for show.
All for their love.
They move forward, enticing, alluring. Reeling their one into their aura, caressing them with their seduction.
They straddle and feel their sexes brush, a tease they roll their hips in a sensual rotation following the beat of the drum, matching the tempo with their body.
Making love fully clothed with nothing but a taste and a promise. Twin grins met each other, both happy and in love, in awe of the other. A slow seduction, leading to a promising end.
Day 22. Leather or Latex Kink / / Suspension
Miasma x Astarion
He looked stunning hanging there. A chandelier of pale eroticism, flesh dimpled by the cashmere ropes the deep red a harsh but beautiful contrast to the milky hue of soft skin. Exquisite.
“How are you, love?”
Her question is answered with a dazed hum. She reaches out a hand, fingers oil slicked and caresses a bent knee, applying slight pressure to spin him slowly so his face comes into view. Head tilted and throat taut, his eyes are a glassy crimson falling into a space of quiet and content. Her star is always so good when suspended, easily finding his comfort in her knots and bindings. Peaceful in her webs.
She hums back, spinning him again so bent and spread knees face her once more. His desperate little hole clenching on nothing, empty of her fingers. She leans forward and bestows a delicate kiss to a trembling thigh, his bound cock gives a valiant little twitch at her attention.
“You relax love and let me do all the work…”
A whimper from above gets cut off but a broken sobbing moan. She pushes her fingers in further, scissoring the passage open and searching for the bundle of nerves. A scream from Astarion lets her know, she found it.
It never fear, you’re in for a treat. Your get days 5, 6 & 7 all in one, hooray!
⚠️NSFW⚠️ CW below the cut.
CW: explicit language, masturbation, sexual acts, collaring, lingerie
Enjoy…
Day 5. Thigh Riding // Teasing
Levi x Takkan
OC x OC, Durge x Tav
Taken belongs to @animedingdong 😌✨
All day. All fucking day, he had been teasing him. He’s Ben half hard for the better part of the day and the little imp knows it.
Subtle touches, ‘accidental’ bumping or brushing up against him. “Oh so sorry darling, I didn’t mean too.” What a lieing liar.
Here he comes now, sauntering over with an impish smile. Sleep roll and blanket tucked under his arm, because ofcourse he had lost the nails to tension his tent and “You can expect me to sleep in that death hazard darling!” So ofcourse he was bunking with Levi in his tent.
Not that he minded.
Like he didn’t mind Tak brushing up against his cock, like he currently was. Bent over ‘fixing’ something or other.
“Takkan.” It’s strained. He’s reached his limit.
“Hm?” The rifling turns looking over his shoulder at him. Another self satisfied smile on his face.
“Enough.” His eyes flare, mercurial pools of heat locking onto the glittering obsidian orbs. Oh, so thats how he wants to play. Okay.
He reaches for the vixen, hand coming the the side of Tak’s neck pulling him a little closer. As he does, he feels the tease brush the back of his hand against his aching cock.
“You’ve been teasing all day, now I think it’s time you did something about it.”
A smirk comes over the bards face, he fists the front of Levi’s sleep shirt and drags him into the tent eager to relieve him of his… tension.
Day 6. Cuckholding? // Mutual Masturbation
Miasma x Astarion x Korg
OC x NPC x OC, Durge x Companion x Tav
Her boys are a dream.
Panting messes, kneeled up on their bed, stripped wearing nothing but their own perspiration and desperate want.
Beautiful.
“Korg, my darling, slow down… our star can’t keep up with your pace love.”
A deep guttural groan comes from the half-orc, the desperate fisting he was doing to his cock slows and she can see it takes a herculean effort to do so.
“Good, that’s much better my love.” She praises from her perch in bergère chair that usual sits to the side, now moved to face the end of the bed.
She looks on at her loves, her beautiful boys. One dark, tall and intimidating. Flushed a purpling hue, loose locks hanging over a thick shoulder with eyes squeezed shut and face scrunched in overwhelmed pleasure. His muscles rippling and tensing as he desperately tries to slow his rhythm. Cock engorged and heavy, the purpled bulbous head peaks out at her at every draw back of his large hand.
The other… oh the other. A pale beauty, with snow coloured hair curling from sweat around his pointed ears, with pale cheeks stained in a pink blush that bleeds into his chest. Arched and panting as his own arms tenses and try to keep up with Korgs pace. Desperately fisting his abused cock, a ruddy red, head swollen a glistening with his own leaking spend.
Her cunt clenches and dribbles out another spot of her slick. She could touch herself. There’s nothing stopping her. But…
She’s enjoying this self made cuck chair of hers. Enjoying watching her boys self flagellation of their cocks, listening to her instructions. And they’re so good at listening.
Releasing a breath, she uncrosses her legs and hook one on the arm of the chair, legs spread her pussy lips part, tacky and wet with her own want.
The sound and movement draws their attention, not once stopping in their pleasure seeking. Astarion first locks onto her heat, with Korg following quickly after. Crimson and black bottomless pits scorch her with their heated gaze. She lets a breathy gasp leave her as her cunt squeezes around nothing in response to their attention.
She looks to her hearts, Astarion’s fangs peeking out as he bites at his bottom whining in need and Korg, jaw hanging loose with his tongue peeking out to run along his tusks.
She smirks to them.
“You may be allowed a taste, after you’ve painted each other with your release.” She brings a hand down to the apex of her things, her pointer and middle finger running down either side of her cunt, pushing and pulling at her lips making them plump and glistening.
Twin deep groans meet her efforts. Good.
“Well, get to it boys.”
Day 7. Lingerie // Collaring
Zephyr x Levi
OC x OC, Durge x Durge
Zephyr belong to @utrennyaya 😌✨
“Well aren’t you a little treat, all wrapped up in leather for me.”
A frown and a glare from silver eyes meets his comment. He grins in reply to the insolent little elf with a pointed predatory grin.
His little gem is a sight to behold. As per his orders, he’s displayed in his chambers, arranged on his bed. Garnished in leather, the bottoms a little scrap of triangular temptation cups his perfect little prick framed by a thickett of raven hair. He sees the outline of his half hard cock, sees as it gives a twitch of interest under his gaze.
Zephyr groans, reaching down to his own very interested cock and squeezing it though his breeches, try to alleviate some of his discomfort. He’ll have him soon enough, but he wishes to enjoy his little treat first.
Moving his gaze up, the harness frames his little tits perfectly. His pretty pink nipples pebbled ready to be plucked and teased. Maybe he’ll make him cum like that… he’s done it before and wasn’t he so very pretty with those tears clinging to his lashes…
Later.
His perusal of his little obsidian stops at the next leather item, a collar. The silver buckle shines in the candle light, the chrome on black looking stunning on his gem, complimenting his own pale complexion.
He pulls his own heavy cock out, wrist twisting at the base and pulling a drop of his pre-cum from the slit. Collecting it on a finger tip he moves forward pressing his finger to pouty lips silently commanding his little elf to open.
Of course he does, he has him trained well. His finger is engulfed into a wet cavern, tongue pressed and sucking his essence from the digit. His gem lets out a little moan at his taste. He’s always enjoyed it the greedy little thing.
“A warm, rich, and creamy scent with a blend of sweet and sensual notes. It combines the balsamic aroma of myrrh with the almond and vanilla-like sweetness of tonka bean, creating a captivating and luxurious experience.”
She’d smell so good 👌a smooth, not over powering smoky hint, deep and rich. Even under the grime and blood collected on an excursion, there would still be a faint hint of it. A perfume she perfected a long time ago she’s used it for years. It’s just soaked into her pores at this point, it’s unequivocally Miasma.
Korg
Leather, Clove and Iron
“The scent of cloves is a warm, spicy, and slightly woody aroma with a hint of sweetness and bitterness. It's often described as pungent, peppery, and even metallic, with smoky notes.”
He’s a Berseker, we’d be surprised if he didn’t have an underlining hint of blood in his scent. The strong tang of iron is cut with the smoky, woodsy smell of the leather armour and clothes he wears.
Zek
Mockernut Hickory, Spices, Sea Salt and Amber
“Mockernut hickory leaves, when crushed, are known to emit a spicy, often described as orange-rind-like, odor.”
A life at sea has left a briny imprint to Zek’s scent. Inheriting additional spiced smells to add onto his own naturally spicy mockernut scent, from his travels. The slight amber aroma lingers on his skin, a reminder of his time spent with Luz.
Luscinia
Bergamot, Amber and Peaches
“Amber fragrance is a warm, sweet, and resinous scent, often described as comforting and inviting. It's a fantasy note in perfumery, meaning it's not a single ingredient but a blend of other elements like vanilla, labdanum, benzoin, and sometimes sandalwood and musk.”
It’s a lingering mooth but sweet citrusy scent, from the citrus trees they have grown in their homes small courtyard. Subtle sweet floral hints from their numerous perfumes and hair oils they use and make themselves from their own citrus and peaches trees.
Luz makes their own blends, also using spices that Zek brings them back from his travels, adding their preferred subtle hint of spice.
Faolán
Juniper and spruce
“Juniper has a fresh, woody, and slightly peppery scent, often described as bracing and invigorating.”
He’s spent years running through his home woods where days are willed away in the trees, soaking in the sun and fresh air. Like his sister, the woods are such a part of them they’ve imbedded into his very being. He carries their wood, the scent of home, with them not matter how far he goes.
Fiádh
Patchouli and Spiced Pumpkin
“Patchouli typically smells earthy, woody, and musky, often with sweet and spicy undertones. It can also be described as having a damp earth or slightly medicinal quality.”
Being a Circle of Spores Druid, seems only natural that Fiádh would smell of the Earth and sweet rot. Their woodland home is drenched in the aroma of pumpkin spice from the wild pumpkins she harvests to cook, bake and make delicacy’s.
Whilst her brother sores in the tree tops, she sticks to the ground preferring to stay in the shade of the great trees and tend to the vegetation and fungi that grows in the damp flowering of their home.
Softly tagging: @artemistris @animedingdong & @spillingteanotpermitted (if you want to lovely’s 😌✨)
Miasma’s (and technically Astarion’s) initial reaction to meeting Korg.
Context: Miasma and Astarion are already a thing here (we’re not following strictly canon gang, this is purely for MAs lore and yes Mastarion will work on all the kinks and trust issues ultimately deepening their bond k, cool, on with the tale!) after very quickly crashing into a physical relationship and becoming rather possessive of each other. The meeting of their Orc takes place Act 1 at the crashed pod under the bridge before reaching Blighted Village…
Are they there yet? Gods, this is awful. So much walking, all day long they walk and then talk to some poor fool who thinks that she and her rag tag of travelling companions can help them. What about her screams approachable? Seriously, she would like to know!
Ofcourse she’s charming, near down right affable but doesn’t think she’s the heroic type. Atleast she thinks she isn’t. This blasted tadpole and the black whole that is her mind.
And then they walk again. Stumbling around trying to find a cure for the little critter sitting snug in their heads. The only good thing to come from this little disaster was finding her fallen star. Gods what a lovely little thing, so passionate, so ruthless, so needy.
She senses him now, walking beside her, turning his head to give her a devilish smirk as if he knew her thoughts had strayed to him. Handsome bastard. The urge to push him against a tree and sink to her knees-…
“What’s that?”
Miasmas pulled from her musing’s at Shadowhearts question. What the hells. Another pod, sitting amongst singed bushes, the glass smashed through, whatever was in there is loose…
“Careful, we may have another Mindflayer on our hands.”
She turns to Astarion at his comment, he returns her gaze. A fierceness in his scarlet eyes, I’ll cover your back and you cover mine. Miasma nods reaching and resting her hands on the hilts of her daggers. They stay back as Shadow heart moves to investigate.
A tense moment passes, the pale Drow and Elf poised ready to move quickly.
“It’s alright!” Shadowhearts shout reaches them “it’s not a MindFlayer!”
“I should bloody hope not.”
That’s a new voice. Miasma moves a few steps forward gaining access to the sight that Shadowheart came across. A Half-Orc. Crouched in front of the pod, injured? No, he’s stand up.
And up and up and oh, isn’t he a tall thing. He tower over Shadow where he’s now engaging in an animated conversation. Her staring is broken by Astarion.
“Well aren’t you smitten.” She turns to glare at his smug face. Stupid.
“As if you didn’t immediately think of climbing him like a tree.” She snaps back, smirking at his sputter. They’re honestly of one mind at this point. Of course he was thinking that because so was she.
“Well” he drawls, turning back to the newcomer flappy his arms about reciting some tale of other. “He is rather dashing for an Orc. Of course not as dashing as myself.” He looks back to her, a false arrogance she hears in his tone as well as some doubt she see bleeding into his eyes.
“Of course not Darling, you’ll will always be my first.” Choice? Certainly. Love? Obsession? Well who knows, not her. Stupid abyss for a memory.
Astarion seems to settle a bit at her words. “But still, we never addressed the whole…” he uses a hand to gesture between the two of them. “And possible other partners. Ofcourse you know I’m terribly content with you my Darling but I can’t help but think…”
“How fortunate it is that we seem to be of the same brain wave? And how fortuitous we are to have this gift practically dropped into our laps? Darling I couldn’t agree more!” She turns a heated gaze back to the Orc that has finally noticed her and her Star, he says something to Shadowheart and starts to make his way over towards them.
“He would make a perfect addition..” she smiles as he comes to a stop infront of them. Up close he’s even more handsome. Tall dark and handsome and my aren’t those some tusks…
“Hello, I was just introducing to your friend over, explaining the whole ordeal with the pod. Anyway, I’m Korgahk, or Korg if you like.” He smiles at them, nervously crossing his arms over his chest, emphasising his bulging biceps and thick forearms.
“Well aren’t you sweet, I’m Miasma and this is Asatrion” She smiles, laying her hand on Astarion’s arm.
“Pleasure.”
“Oh…” A small sultry smile ticks up the corner of her mouth. “It will be.”
So because Korg is a companion to Miasma in her run, I just made him with a Withers hireling 🤷🏻♀️
Race:
Half-orc
Face:
Option 3
Hair:
Kay’s Hair Extensions- Vanilla by perseidipity
Darker Black Hair by eleanorroos
Bald > Chin > Dryad Dreads
Or Dryad / Darkest Black Neutral
Skin Colour:
Orchish Grey Tone 5
Scarring:
Scar 6
Eye Colour:
Flame Grey 6
Tattoo:
Lemon Tattoo Replacer 4 by misschi3ff
Fungal Cloud/Black
Piercings:
Sliver Gold Gala
Eye Makeup Style:
Makeup 12/ Black / Intensity 60
Lip tint: (Optional)
Grey 2/ intensity 40
Facial Hair:
More Beards by eleanorroos
Djinni
Present as Scales: (optional)
Rogue Tattoo by dungeonsouls
This will only work if you have the Rogue Tattoo Mod downloaded already. If you don’t, don’t worry you don’t really see it in his armour. If you do have the mod:
Body tattoo 5 / Black
Armour:
The Treasure Trove by Horizons’s-vp
Wild temper Outfit
Wild Temper Gloves
Dark Urge - Slayer Equiptments and Spells by skirbie
