#shadow druid

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Everyone stop what you are doing. Shadow Druid Halsin dropped!

Art by the absolutely amazing baiyameng on Twitter (Or X) (I got the permission to repost the Art here by Baiyameng ♥)

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What if Halsin was a Shadow Druid?

I had this idea last Halloween, and it really struck a chord with me. I know we're used to thinking of Halsin as generous, kind-hearted, and so on. But GUYS, have you ever stopped to consider some of the deeper layers of this character?

He's clearly uncomfortable when we bring him into civilization. It doesn't just make him uneasy, it makes him downright indignant.

Halsin, for all his generosity, is violent in combat. He understands the value of mercy, but at the end of the day the law of nature is his ultimate reference when passing judgment.

Now…imagine if something during his arc had pushed him toward the dark side of the force. What if we took his moral and ethical compass and flipped it upside down? Not as a simple opposite, but as a mirror, you know? Take his fierce love of life and twist it into a hatred for humanity. Take his deep sense of duty and redirect it toward the total protection of nature above any humanistic concept.

Halsin would make for a formidable, terrifying Shadow Druid boss in any campaign. A really cool narrative experiment and kinda challenging?

Art: by me

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What about moodboard for Kagha?👉👈

Oooooooh I certainly wasn't expecting that as a request but a very good one!! Thank you! The dark nature aesthetic is soooo cool and pretty, this was fun!

I hope you enjoy!! Feel free to request more if you'd like! 🙌🌿

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Shadow Druid

Concept art for Baldur's Gate 3

Art by Dan Iorgulescu

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Kinktober Day 10- Punishment

Pairing: Kagha x Fem!Tav/Durge!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, non-con, genital torture, blood, object insertion, sharp objects near genitalia, mean-dom Kagha, no aftercare, degradation, humiliation, pain and suffering(you).

Word count: 1.0k

Summary: Kagha catches you snooping through her things and she punishes you accordingly... at least, by her rules.

Notes: FIRST THINGS FIRST this is a dead dove do not eat fic because of the non-con so please read at your own discretion and don't get mad at me when the fic labeled non-con has non-con in it. Now that's out of the way, Hello and welcome to day 10!!! We are pretty much a third of the way though are journey together, I've hoped you've enjoyed it as much as I have <3 so what is there to say about this fic, well for one I think this one will be a big hit with girls who used to have crushes on their meangirl bullies. I wanted to go really hard with the punishment aspect since this is THE punishment fic, so I dabbled in writing a very mean shadow-druid corrupt Khaga and I hope succeeded, and her cruelty titillates you.

“You think you can just march through here, sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong?” Kagha spits as she throws you on the hard stone floor of the inner sanctum.

You clutch at your arm as you sit up on your knees, a bruise already forming on the tender skin from the hard impact of the ground. She had caught you looking through her private letters and dragged you away from your companions, now she was going to see to it that you were properly punished for your indiscretions.

“Now I see why you made me spare that thieving little hellspawn— after all, birds of a feather… Don’t expect me to extend the same mercy towards you.” She says as she lifts her hand, it glows with the ethereal light of her unrestrained magic as she conjures two vines to spring up from the ground and wrap around your wrists. You let out a cry as the vine’s thorns dig into your supple flesh, you struggle against your restraints but halt your actions as you feel something slither against your leg.

“You will be still— Teela is poised to strike, should you try to escape. If you wish to leave here alive you will obey, there is no use in fighting me.” Kagha hisses as she walks over to you, gripping your face harshly “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” You mutter. You know that there is no way out of this, she could do any number of cruel misdeeds to you, and you would have to endure— for the sake of your party and for the sake of the refugees at the grove.

“That would be yes, Archdruid.” Kagha demands, tightening her grip on your face.

“Yes, Archdruid.” You oblige.

“Good.” Kagha releases her hold on your face, turning her back towards you and walking to a nearby table— you hear something scrape against the stone surface of the table as she picks something off it before turning her attention back towards you. In her hands she clutches a dagger, blade glinting in the dim light as her fingers gingerly graze over it.

Your legs tremble in fear as she walks over to you blade in hand and eyes keen on your neck— she presses the blade to it, dipping the tip of the dagger underneath the collar of your robes. She smiles as she drags the sharp edge down your garments, tearing the fabric and exposing your bare flesh. You gasp as the cold metal grazes against your unclothed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake as she cuts what parts of your ruined clothing remain hanging from your body.

Kagha back away from you admiring her handiwork and tossing the blade aside— it had served its purpose already. Her eyes rake over your naked flesh as you turn your face away from her trying to mask your growing shame at your exposed state.

“Not quite so self-righteous now, are we?” Kagha mocks, “now then, let me show you how parasites like you should be treated.”

More vines spring from the ground, two wrap around your legs bleeding your skin with their razor-sharp bristles and one wraps around the delicate flesh of your neck, tightening until you can just barely breathe. You can feel the vines on your legs twist around the skin of your thigh, your eyes widening in horror as you realize one edges closer to your bare core. You grit your teeth as you attempt to resist the urge to struggle, knowing that doing so would result in her viper’s teeth embedded in your flesh. The hard tip of the wooden vine prods at your sensitive folds, parting them as it harshly penetrates your cunt. Your face tightens and a strained cry falls from your lips as the thorny branch works its way inside of you.

Kagha chuckles at your pained expression, kneeling to your level as her hand gropes at your breast with bruising force as she puts her lips to your ear.

“You deserve worse, you are nothing, less than nothing— I degrade myself by just touching you. To interfere with my will is to interfere with Silvanus’. You are lucky to leave here with your life, scorn me again and I can enact punishments far, far worse.” She whispers, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear— she pulls away smashing her lips on yours, breathing heavy as she slips her tongue into your parted lips.

You submit to her touch, allowing her eager touch to lick inside your mouth— She separates from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two of you still as she looks down at your flushed face— fire burns in her loins at your disheveled appearance, tears trail down your cheeks and your spit-slick lips hang open as you pant like a wild beast in heat. It’s almost enough to temp her into releasing you from your binds and pinning you to the ground with the weight of her body in their stead as she rides your vile tongue— but she had more self-control than that, besides the pretty little cries you let out as you suffer her is enough to keep her satisfied.

Blood mixes with slick as both drip down your thighs, as they tense— despite your best efforts you could feel yourself getting closer, you don’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing you come at her torture but your body claws at the edge all the same. You fall limp against the vines as your orgasm racks through your body, your pain mixing with ecstasy as your walls convulse around the vine. A pained yelp escapes your throat as your body falls forward— your exhausted body colliding with the ground as Kagha dismisses her summon. You clasp a hand over your bleeding cunt, writhing in agony as sharp pain shoots though your sore walls.

“I hope I’ve taught you a very valuable lesson here today— force a viper to bare her fangs, and she will strike. Leave and do not return until you have vacated the refuges from the grove, or else I will not be as pleasant as I am now.” Kagha spits before turning her back to you, walking out of the room and leaving your desecrated body to gather what shreds remain of your clothes.

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Shadow Druid Outfit

3D render for Baldur's Gate 3

Render by Gino Luka Kolling

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Shadow Druid

Concept art for Baldur's Gate 3

Art by Dan Iorgulescu

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Shadow Druid

Concept art for Baldur's Gate 3

Art by Dan Iorgulescu