Tara

A low activity Tara RP Blog from BG3 Professional inbox lurker tressym

[tarathemagnificent]

This blog is just meant for a little fun and lightheartedness. You never know when she'll show up in your inbox. Follows #tarathemagnificent To keep the secrecy of the main blog, likes are given in the form of comments.

Tiny ruleset under the cut.

Not much in the way of rules. Don't be a dick.

Writer has dyslexia. If you reply then, please be mindful to not use fancy formatting or all caps or all lowercase. Writer's brain short circuits under these circumstances.

This blog won't follow back. Tara is a sideblog. The writer wants to keep their identity hush hush so everyone can enjoy Tara without pressure to follow the main blog. Plus it keeps it fun for me!

[tarathemagnificent]

"To join your army would be a great honor. Consider me conscripted."

@chaoticbard

Yes. Spread the word of Tara by singing songs of her glory.

[communistfries]

I think she deserves it

[tarathemagnificent]

My paladins: @spiderwarden @iron-hearts-ablaze

My clerics: @ravusnightblossom @bladesalvation

She needs more clerics.

[tarathemagnificent]

Join the cult of Tara, yes? Yes?

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Lae'zel. Much like yours truly she lines her favorite bedding spots with the trophies of her kills. She has a place to sharpen her claws. 10/10 no complaints.

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Shadowheart. She knows how to decorate. Everything is very well laid out and color coordinated. She won't let me curl on her stool. 8/10.

[tarathemagnificent]

With as messy as Astarion's tent is... she has finally placed a name to the smell coming from it. Blood, balls, and ass. A typical bachelor pad.

[tarathemagnificent]

"Wyll's tent has the most comfortable of pillows. Well put together. I thought so until I spied the clover he let overgrow through his bedroll. For shame. Seven out of ten."

[tarathemagnificent]

"Good gods, Halsin's tent? I worry about the state of his belongings. Half the pots are broken! There are holes in his tent. Two of ten, young man. Use some of the camp coin to at least buy yourself something not on the last of it's nine lives."

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"While I do not understand the need for so many skulls, I appreciate the shiny crystals in Minthara's tent. Six out of ten."

[tarathemagnificent]

"Do not think I've forgotten about the rest of you. My critique of your sleeping areas shall come after my dinner is served."

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It's no wonder to her that Astarion has his lovers sleep with him outside of camp. "Have you seen that young man's tent?"

[tarathemagnificent]

"Durge?" Tara gave the thousand yard stare of a Tressym that has seen too much. Been to the war and back.

The image of Durge curled up and sleeping like a babe in Alfira's innards is not one she will forget.

[tarathemagnificent]

"Tav's tent? What tent? I overheard them and I quote: 'bitch I don't need no tent when I'm sleeping with half the camp.' And promptly plopped on a bedroll near the fire."

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

"Yeah, you know what, you got a point there. Need to remember I'm not in the army camps anymore! Sorry, Miss Tara. I'll get right on that."

[tarathemagnificent]

"As well you should. If my Gale is to court you, he better have a clean place to sleep when he spends the night."

[fcllxn-stcr]

"Hmph... Call me out, why don't you..."

[tarathemagnificent]

"Then clean up your tent, young man." She stares at him like a disapproving mother.

[tarathemagnificent]

"Mr. Dekarios' tent is a 9 out of 10. My food bowl is still empty." Tara tapped on it to flip it over in her frustration. Soon she shall commence the song of her people.

[galefcrce-archived]

"Tara, you of all Tressyms ought to know, that the food bowl is filled at regular intervals for your health. Lest we worry about your ability to fly," he responded, a slight huff to his tone, hand firmly placed upon his hip as he gestures to the sky, to indicate the time of day.

[tarathemagnificent]

“I am an adult tressym. I can very well decide when I’ve had enough.” She paws the bowl again. “And I have not.” She flattens her ears in a stern look.

[galefcrce-archived]

“Tara, please," Gale sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You realise that as an adult tressym—and a rather talented wizard—you are more than capable of conjuring a mage hand to fill your own bowl."

Despite his retort, a resigned smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He crouched down and retrieved the fish he'd caught earlier, prepared specifically for her dinner, and placed it into the bowl. "But of course, I’m at your service," he added, knowing full well she had him wrapped around her paw.