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#THCDOOMED >>> > Dronia Fairbourne - human dhampir ranger.
Set mostly in act 1 and 2 of BG3 (I have completed act 2). BG3 and Forgotten Realms based oc. Mun has been writing this character for 15 years. Rolled by Ikaros, 18+ only. HP, H.azbin H.otel/H.elluva B.oss blogs or multis with HP/HH/HB muses dni. Traveling with @ofvoidx (karlach/kristen)
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﹙ @thcdoomed &. karlach cliffgate ﹚ the last light inn, north of reithwin town.
it's, perhaps, a selfless thing to that a god would, for once, choose to light a path to someone that's unbelieving or will have no benefit to them. MAYBE THE BENEFIT WAS JUST BRINGING DRONIA BACK INTO THE FOLD . no distractions, now. no warring gods and their corrup minions trying to overtake the world. you have dronia, her wife, the hunt, and a neat tavern. there's also a healing town just a little south where selune's daughter and one of her most devoted followers are rebuilding a horror story. TEAMWORK CAN BE SO BENEFICIAL . the town and all it's surrounding wildlife is honestly so breathtakingly pretty.
all those lives that were lost to madness are being honored, it's not even a ghost town anymore. IT IS A REMINDER . of what can happen due to grief, loss, tyranny, and corruption. then a reminder of what happens when we choose to move onto something better, something more glorious. SOMETHING GOOD .
"good." a pause that sounded so hefty, purring, breathing, now mixed with the softest and most breathless chuckle. "good," karlach just repeats, nose brushing against dronia's, contemplating if she still wants one more kiss or if she wants to pleasure dronia. THOSE ARE ONE IN THE SAME . karlach's head veers to leave a kiss against dronia's chin. the answer.
"take a guess, gorgeous." karlach's voice certainly sounds like it's dripping. karlach shifts herself downward on dronia's body, lips pressing and lingering against dronia's chest, just above a breast. KARLACH'S TAIL FLICKS . karlach's hand moves to rest on dronia's strong shoulder, nails just tapping against skin. karlach's cheek rubs against dronia's skin next, there is something infinitely pleasurable about dronia's skin against her skin. especially the very slight texture difference. THE AMOUNT OF TIME IT'S PROBABLY GOING TO TAKE KARLACH TO GET TO DRONIA'S CORE IS GOING TO BE THE REAL TORTURE . for both of them, actually. but in the most pleasant way.
Perhaps it is selfish to think that Mielikki had a hand in things, she was no priest or cleric, but she was devout and followed Mielikki's tenants. And much like Mielikki, did not suffer the undead lightly. That must have done something in garnering her favor. Beloved huntress. And this, her reward for stopping a mighty undead threat, a chance at peace, at love once more, to not have to worry about losing Karlach again. Not to tadpoles, not to Avernus, not to burning up from the stress of her own mechanical heart. May old age be what claims them both after a life well lived and well loved. And soon Reithwin will be thriving again, and business would be doing better, and they won't have to worry for nothing.
In a way, their love is much like the town, rebuilding what was lost, moving on, all while honoring the dead and remembering the grief that was carried with it. It's beautiful, when she thinks of it that way. This whole area is becoming a beacon of second chances.
"Good," Dronia repeats, eyes half-lidded at Karlach's breathy response. Their noses briefly brush as the tiefling pauses, causing Dronia to wonder what her love plans on next. Whatever she decides, she knows it will be wonderful. It always is. And then Karlach moves lower, kissing her chin, and Dronia almost instinctively knows what that means.
"You would like to clean out Meanie's pen," sometimes Dronia even jokes when she's happy. A far cry from the always serious ranger Karlach had first met. "Or—ah!—perhaps you would like to help me tan some of the hides later." Those lingering kisses are distracting her. Wonderfully distracting. The way she holds her lightly at her shoulder as she moves towards her sensitive breast. She loves how warm Karlach's skin is against hers, like cupping her hands around a candle, never quite burning herself, but enjoying the waxy heat. Karlach is taking her time, torturous, almost, but Dronia has nowhere to be right now, and she can stand to let things draw out as long as they need.
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does that make it weird that karlach does see dronia as caius' wife? MAYBE NOT , IT JUST MAKES HER UNDERSTANDING . karlach was the friend before the fiancee and what happened in the past doesn't just disappear, they both painfully know that. AND THAT DOESN'T JUST GO FOR THE BAD . those good things. it's hard to explain, but it's also generally just fun and interesting to learn everything karlach can about dronia. AS IF THAT'S FULFILLING FOR HER TOO . anyway, long story shortened— karlach cliffgate is in love and dronia has given so much of what karlach needed or wanted. SO MUCH OF IT .
no— gortash was not going to get any of that, he was not going to win anything else. HIS REIGN OF TERROR IS OVER . oh karlach was not going to give him anymore of that satisfaction. KARLACH'S JUST STILL TERRIBLY ANNOYED THAT HE HAD GOTTEN THAT FAR . he had a facility making murder machines and slaves kept so well hidden that nobody dare speak. THE GODS LET A MAN BE A TYRANT . but they can't help a starving child with a morsel of food. the world is baffling.
also, karlach just never turns down the opportunity to make friends. THE WORLD NEEDS LIVING IN IT . something she has missed twice now because of devils and men pretending to be gods. UGLY MEN , TOO , NONE-THE-LESS. somehow that always just makes it worse. can't even give her some eye candy? at least wyll and dammon has made up for the lack of good men that are also insanely pretty. IN THE MEN CATEGORY . emphasis there, everyone who knows karlach knows she thinks dronia is the most attractive person in the universe. the hand that was now free since karlach wasn't handing out dronia's trousers shifts to rest on dronia's hips. IT'S THE WAY KARLACH'S HEAD TILTS TO MAKE SURE DRONIA IS OKAY .
followed quickly by a quirky smile.
"that's the whole point, lover. you gotta heal so we can fuck up some bad guys and then make love. it's simple, really. also not particularly in that order. a little back and forth, eh?"
The thing about Karlach is she never shuts Dronia down when she's mourning Caius, never steers the conversation away from him, never pushes her feelings for him aside. She doesn't know many people who would do that in Karlach's position. And maybe it is because they started off as friends before becoming lovers. Maybe it is because Karlach knows immense grief. She's so empathetic and has so much love for so many. She never deserved to be hurt the way she was, especially not by someone she had trusted. And as much as Karlach heals Dronia, Dronia heals Karlach. Encourages her to move on from the scars that man left on her heart. Because they are both more than what has happened to them, and they deserve a new lease on life.
Gortash was dead, it's true. And now it's Demasc Volkar's turn to die. And if the fury she had unleashed on Alden was anything to go by, Dronia's justice against Volkar would be so, so much worse. She just needs Karlach to pull her back from the edge if it gets to that point. She fears Volkar may have a pull on her, and if he's able to get in her head, what will she end up doing to those around her? What would he make her do to Karlach if she loses control? No, no, she can't think on these things, not now. Not when she just got her back.
As Karlach helps support her, Dronia pulls her trousers up and laces them, being careful not to lose her balance. The hand at her hip certainly does help, but maybe Dronia also wants an excuse to just feel Karlach's body heat against her again. She can be forgiven for taking advantage of that, can't she? It's been too long and she's been through too much to not want such things. She's been in great company in the time since their first group disbanded and Karlach departed for Avernus again, but... they haven't been her. They weren't Karlach, and the loneliness had crept in. There is a part of her, none too small either, that wonders if she would have lost control if Karlach had returned sooner. She had been the biggest rock on this journey, the one she clung to when the waters got too rough and threatened to swallow her whole.
"All of that sounds lovely. Especially the latter. If it's all the same to you, I would much prefer to return to slaying vampires with a wooden stake or a well placed arrow, rather than tearing their throat out with my teeth." She leans her head against her chest, right over her heart. "A little back and forth, some love making to mark the spoils of a hard-earned victory. You make me feel blessed, Karlach."
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Ok, I decided to post what my bog activity levels are going to look like for a little bit:
Kassandra: Main blog, high activity Jubilee: Side blog, med to high activity Dronia: Side blog, med activity Vi of Zaun: Side blog, low activity
the fact that karlach hitched a ride out of avernus and one of the first people she found was dronia was a gift itself. SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE IN ANY OF THE GODS . not the way dronia or shadowheart or halsin do, but maybe someone decided that was the one time she deserved a break. at least for a little while, at least until she found out she was dying . . . then it was plausibly more painful when she looked in dronia's eyes. YOU GAVE HER A BEST FRIEND THAT CARES FOR HER AND IT MAY NOT BE PERMANENT . still the worst of it was she received all that cruelty and gortash walked free until the day he died. his ugly fucking mug had 10 years of freedom and karlach had nada.
karlach pulls her lips away from dronia's and it was so slow and reluctant, fiery eyes still closed, but mouth hovering over mouth. SOMEHOW THE MIXED SOUNDS OF KARLACH'S PURRING AND HER HEAVIER BREATHING WERE SO AMBIENT . oh how she loved being here, alive, and preferably somehow curled with dronia. her tail still wet with dronia's slick, heart still pounding with enthusiasm, core ticking with arousal. KARLACH SMILES . her lips absolutely stay only a breath away from dronia's.
"would it bother you if i say i think it's kind of attractive that you technically only breathe for me?" it was such a playful, little whisper. karlach's back rolls where dronia grips, flexing, pushing into fingers. ALTHOUGH DRONIA DOES A LOT OF THINGS THAT SEEM RESERVED FOR KARLACH . which isn't particularly a surprise, it's just more-so that karlach likes reminding herself and seeing it over and over again. karlach never bites dronia, though, but would like to eat that right now.
Karlach may not believe in the gods, but sometimes Dronia likes to imagine that Mielikki guided their paths together in some small, unseen way. She led the lost, after all, and they were both so lost before they found each other. Whether it is true or not doesn't matter, they found each other all the same. And isn't that what truly matters in the end? Mielikki can guide her arrows to strike true, and Dronia may be a devoted follower of the Divine Ranger, but maybe it is simply kinship, and two broken hearts that found their way to each other here. And a universe that decided they could have the ending they fought so hard for. And every time she looks into those fiery eyes, Dronia remembers how beautiful the world truly is.
Theirs was a horror story with a fairy tale ending.
Dronia sighs as Karlach pulls away from the kiss, almost reluctant to let it go. But oh those sounds are music to her sensitive ears. Combined with the beating of her heart, it sounded like the most beautiful song she's ever heard, and it's being played just for her. A private symphony. There certainly are advantages to being a dhampir, especially in moments like this where every feeling is amplified. She can smell the arousal lingering heavily on Karlach as their lips are a ghost's breath apart.
"No, in fact, you make it sound so beautiful," how did Karlach manage to make her curse sound more like a blessing between the two of them? Dronia sighs again as Karlach flexes under her strong, calloused fingers. Some mornings she can't believe how lucky they are to have this second chance, to live again after everything felt like it was over. She doesn't want to leave this embrace, not yet, she's not ready yet. "What would you like to do next, love?"
Though she knew Ketheric was beyond reason or salvation, Aylin never imagined the depths his corruption would take him. This cavern, if that was what it even was anymore, was alive. It writhed, it bled, it pulsed, and reacted to the stimuli forced upon it. In glooming silence, she watched how the floor twitched as the undead tread upon it. Skeletons, and zombies…
She wasn’t certain which disgusted her more between the raised soldiers or the pulsating network. Perhaps she pitied the undead, they couldn’t argue with their master. Whatever the worthless, honourless bastard told them to do, they must comply. In a way which made her heart shirk and her soul cry, she realized she was too much like them. She could not fight Ketheric’s spellwork against her, anymore than the skeleton soldier shambling by could.
Aylin had her mouth of course, but throwing insults at the vile man wasn’t going to get her out of the situation. She was silent, stewing in her predicament until all at once she lunged for the border of her entrapment. Spectral, clawed hands reached out and grabbed hold of her, pulling her back—
“Your attempts to escape bore me,” Ketheric chided, turning away from her. Aylin’s blood seethed. He would dare to turn away from her, as if she were naught but a fawn, entirely without threat or menace.
The aasimar strained harder, managing to slide her foot forward an inch. She did it again, and more of the blasted hands manifested to hold her steady. She’d been a captive of Ketheric, and the Sharrans for too long! She’d tasted freedom, she’d flown! Had it all been for nothing?!
Another haggard step drew Ketheric’s contemptuous gaze to her.
“Do you ever tire of being irritating?” He sneered. It was so satisfying for Aylin to watch his face twist into shock as an arrow skimmed his ear, nicking the cartilage. He hissed, ducking behind an undead soldier.
“Do you ever tire of being a coward?” Aylin jeered, fighting to take half a step. She was so close to the border of her ethereal prison. “Death comes for you, Ketheric. Did you forget my allies?”
She watched him glare down at Dronia and her companions. “You… you’ve been a thorn in my side for some time. Who are you?”
Descending into the darkness felt like diving into the ocean with her limbs bound. She couldn't breathe, of course she couldn't breathe, she hasn't been able to breathe since she arrived in these cursed lands. But this felt different, suffocating. The smell of blood and gore all around. She wanted to pull her gaiter down and feast. No. No. She was stronger than this, she had to be.
And yet every step grew harder to take, her body ached and longed with hunger. Her teeth longed to know flesh, her mind scrambled to focus on anything but the beating of her companions' hearts thumping thumping thumping in her head. She clenched her jaw, willing it to stop, hoping the sound of her molars grinding against each other could drown everything else out. It did little to help.
Karlach stepped up in a few moments when she had noticed Dronia was focusing too hard on trying not to lose herself to her condition. Checking in on her when the moment passed. When had they reached this room? Everything felt hazy, like flowing from room to room through a miasma of gore. It wasn't until a familiar little creature bumped clumsily against her leg, looking transformed from when they last met. The intellect devourer from the Nautiloid, Us. "Us? You survived?" She had wondered what happened to the little thing, she'd weirdly grown fond of it.
Was it foolish that such a thing could at least snap her out of the blood hazed stupor this place had put her in. Enough to make it through a battle further in this disgusting place, enough to make it to the lowest chamber where they found their target. He had captured Aylin in an ethereal prison once more. No, that would not do.
Dronia takes a breath that shouldn't do much, but it was enough to steady her as she nocked her arrow and drew her bow. She only needed a moment to focus and lineup the shot. First a warning, next shot would be meant for the kill. She looses the arrow and it flies past, taking out a small chunk of his ear as it goes. "Steady as ever." A small reassurance.
Death. She supposed these last few days, that is what she has felt like, like death. If it was what was needed to defeat Ketheric, then so be it, for this, death she will become. Her eyes narrowed becoming two glowing embers of light in the darkness.
The old man wasn't going to like her answer one bit, and maybe she preferred it that way. "Me? I'm just a hunter from the Dalelands."
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amma's first, instinctive response is to snap: then simply end yourself, if you're so scared. but that's a uselessly harsh thing to say. callousness and cruelty have their place, and she won't hesitate to go there; but this cursed land is not the place, and she would actually prefer to be anywhere else in the realms. so she will do what little she can to-- if not ameliorate the misery-- shore up against it.
(and maybe gale's recent fling with pragmatism has her more on edge than usual.)
(or maybe it's just the shadow curse.)
(she'd rather not explore that.)
instead, what aamma says to dronia is: "nothing is decided yet. that you are fighting still... is admirable. speaks to strength." gods, she needs a fucking drink. her head hurts from being anything resembling kind.
This place feels so oppressive, like she could drink the air itself it was so thick with shadow and the patina of death. Rather that then hot blood straight from the vein, she supposes. But even that last thought lingers in her mind, whispering like a temptation. Lord Volkar would pay for what he had done to her, what he had taken from her. She will not rest until he was dead, and for that to happen she has to survive this. She has to pull through it all.
At least Karlach was there with her to pull her through it on her first night. But what happens if Karlach isn't there one day? That's an inevitability too, isn't it? They're all on borrowed time right now, so long as the tadpoles are in their heads.
The very thought sends a shiver down her spine.
"I have to keep fighting. I cannot rest until the man who did this to me is dead. And to do that, we have to deal with these damn worms in our heads." She shakes her head, brows furrowing. "I have to see this through, for all of us."
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"You kind of have a little… blood… on your face." from stabsilk!
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Fingers quickly paw at the fresh blood that had speckled her face. Not humanoid, a beast, she could excuse killing that. Just as she had done many times before on her hunts. But the kill wasn't so clean, she had to rely on her swords, not her bow, and now she was a mess. Not humanoid blood, she reminded herself. That she could deal with easier, wasn't as appealing, and still the pupils of her eyes shone bright in the dim light of the Shadow-Cursed lands, even with the lanterns constantly by their side.
"Think I hit an artery." She most certainly did. You don't get to be the kind of hunter Dronia was without knowing the anatomy most beasts shared. Certainly there were physiological differences, but sometimes the veins ran roughly the same way. And she could hear how the blood flowed in the creature's body when she struck it again and again with Caius' twin short swords. Glancing over at her companion, she gave her a once over. "You look relatively unscathed."
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Prince Zane Aboagye, a noble man and very capable duelist. One of my OCs from the horror fantasy I'm working on. A strong ally and companion to Dronia, he fights along side her to avenge his fallen childhood friend and save his kingdom from the undead threat that arises. This is a redraw of a 20 minute sketch I did on pen and paper in 2023.
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That was part of the problem, wasn't it? A part of her had decided she was still the good person she had always been, always wanting to do the right thing, to help people to protect them. A guide to the lost. But then there was that other part of her, that new part that hungered and hungered and hungered until she had no choice but to consume. That part that wanted to kill, to drink up every last drop. Leave nothing left.
She worried that was the part that was going to decide. Some days it grew increasingly impossible to ignore and resist. The lot of them were surrounded by death, blood spilling in every battle, how long before she caved? She was fighting a three-way war against the tadpole, the vampiric tendencies that cropped up the first night they were in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, and her own sense of self-control. Some nights, losing felt like an inevitability.
She huffed, lips snarling slightly as the hint of those fangs peered out. It was never directed at Amma, though. All her frustrations were pointed inward. "I feel like I'm one day away from deciding something horrible. Like I don't know if the tadpole is going to claim me first, or this thirst is. Then it doesn't matter who I decide I am, something else will have decided for me."
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Dronia's lips pursed. The days have been filled with so much death and darkness. More than she had seen in her lifetime. Even the few times she had ventured near the entrance to the Underdark. And while she was an expert huntress, her quarry had been giant spiders, or deer and rabbit when she needed to gather meat. Not other people, it was different when it was other people. She found herself amongst company she wouldn't normally surround herself with, and yet she found herself caring less and less.
Because they had to survive.
And yet, sometimes, she was tested in ways she felt would break her. She wasn't the type to stay silent, even when her opinion wasn't shared by everyone. The archer folded her arms over her chest as she regarded the shorter drow woman.
"The problem is that I am not, and I fear that one day I will allow one too many things to slide. And that will make me no different." Because that is what she feared the most, not the villains, not the killers, but that darkness inside her that threatened to make her no better. Because she could feel it inside her.
Ok, gonna eat then I'm gonna do these asks.
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Dronia Fairbourne
animal: raven colour: green month: september song: Far From Home (The Raven) by Sam Tinnesz number: 13, I don't really have a number for her. day or night: night plant: yew tree smell: leather and soil, a woman of the earth. season: fall food: hearty stews and fresh baked pies, especially blackberry astrological sign: taurus element: earth drink: a nice warm tea/blood
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tagging: @ofvoidx (karlach) @bloodyarn and you! You should do this.
Ok so game plan is to get to asks this weekend, ended up with a number of drafts so I hope to give them their own dedicated time.
