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*  [ UNDYTH ] , (𝘂𝗻) 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 : AN EXTREMELY PRIVATE ORIGINAL COMPANION CHARACTER FROM  LARIAN STUDIO'S: BALDUR'S GATE III   & DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS LORE.  UNDEAD / HOLLOW ONE. FIGHTER + WARLOCK MULTI - CLASS, PACT OF THE RAVEN QUEEN.  EST.   FEB.   '21   ,   REVAMPED   SEPT. '23.    TRIGGER WARNING FOR MATURE AND DARK THEMES.  REVIVED BY DARIAN, 29, SHE/HER.  BETA EDITOR ONLY. NOT SPOILER FREE. SPARSE ACTIVITY. PERSONALS DNI.

AFFILIATED WITH: BEREGOSTS, RAVENEQUES

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new mods on nexus means i get to revamp rhen’s appearance once again heueheueh

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jazz hands at vax.

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* THE FOLLOWING RECOUNTS WHAT THE PARTY can find upon discovering rhenna's old home; charred, overgrown with wild plants, the events that occurred there lost to all memory - and in time ... forgotten entirely. only ghost stories to be left behind. ♫

upon entering the property, there is a large, old tree with a single headstone at its roots. ruined and crumbled over the years, with plant life clinging to its stone surface. rhen watches it curiously as they head inside... accompanied only by the soft sound of birds.

the home is large, grand in structure - so it takes time to explore the ruin in its entirety. each and every room like an uncovered truth, a secret, a distant memory. fellow companions tread through its halls with care; this place was once rhen's life. it was also a tomb, as the party can observe various human bones among the floor.

a charred letter that can be found in what appears to be the master bedroom, unsent. most of its contents are illegible, so you read what little you can: ' our son is dead. as i am dead. my line has ended with him - illegible - forgive myself - illegible - i beg that they do not punish my family. gods, save them. '

perhaps it is prompted by the many tales by the citizens of baldur's gate in their search for this place, but it is almost as if there are the faintest of whispers to be heard. it is hard to discern them between ghosts or echos of the past.

paintings that once decorated the walls litter the ground, some tilted off its nail, some burned to ash, but one in particular stands out - a portrait of a young woman. fingertips trace the surface of dried paint, as if a touch could return lost memories to her. the woman's countenance all but burned away, but it is gathered that this was rhen, as she was in life. it appears that, too, is lost.

another ruined letter, in the same hand as before, regards another: ' algernon, my friend, for many years have you served this family - illegible - raise lords, not daughters. i fear i do not know how to navigate her - illegible - her smile. please do not let her succumb to despair. '

old toys are stuffed away in closets and wardrobes - dust riddled and faintly smelling of smoke. a childhood forgotten, but fondly regarded as you pick up a child's drawing. a boy and a girl, playing with swords. as well as crude drawings of birds that progressively become more practiced with time.

within another bedroom, there is a diary, tucked beneath a rotted mattress; a successful perception check will discover its hidden location. it is mostly preserved, but years of pages stuck together makes the ink bleed into itself, proving it difficult to read. a passage near the end reads:

' i do not trust him. he haunts every shadow, every dark corner, watching my every step. he is a harbinger of death - i fear arthur was only the beginning. something - ' the rest is illegible. this appears to be rhen's journal. this is her bedroom.

flipping through the pages, to earlier entries, recounts the woes of a woman who had felt trapped by her father's expectations, the melancholy of her mother, her brother's illness, the pain of losing him ... the horror she felt when the realization of algernon's intentions overwhelm her; a confession, unrequited love - obsession, murder, paranoia, intrigue, sorrow, rage, a family destroyed ... some part of her had known. somehow, some way, rhen knew her end was coming.

before leaving, she will rest a single bloom upon what is now known to be her brother's grave, prompting the party that it is now time to leave.

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feeling pretty groggy today so im going to relax and eat chinese food and watch critical role for the rest of the day

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you know that one post that is like " ' forgive and forget - ' wrong. eldrich blast. " yeah. that is rhen.

[calisources]

IN LOVE AND WAR, EVERYTHING GOES. a sentence meme based around the subject of allies, enemies, war and enemies to lovers and more of the same tropes we all love. change pronouns, names and locations as you see fit. these are all scrambled around.

“Friends ask you questions; enemies question you.”

“You can live safe and be protected by people just like you, or you can stand up and be a leader for what is right.”

“Where do we find allies?"

“War created bizarre allies, while peace itself could be divisive.”

“I promise you, nothing will happen to you.”

“I choose my allies carefully and my enemies more carefully still.”

“People fight wars over ideas.” 

“Wars begin when you will, but they do not end when you please.”

“I was raised in hatred, Roma. I could never be your lover, only your killer.”

“We were enemies, no matter the truths. No matter that I loved him.”

“He’d set fire to the world around him but never let a flame touch her.”

“She's not the type to swoon for pretty lies.”

“The feud keeps taking and hurting and killing and still I couldn't stop loving you even when I thought I hated you.”

“These violent delights have violent ends."

“Men without morals are dangerous beasts.”

“The spiteful, little stars.”

“Death is real. Death is inevitable. Death comes when you're not ready for it. Be ready.”

“I was alive, but I wasn’t living. You took things from me. My soul―my heart.”

“You’re supposed to keep your enemies close. Therefore, it stands to reason that your sworn enemy should be kept closest.”

“When will you see I'm not your enemy, but your weapon. Wield me.”

“Can’t even get out of my grasp? Or is it because you secretly don’t want to?”

“Why are you confessing all of your crimes?”Are you trying to get hit?”

“You're a hero and I'm a monster. There's only one way that story ever ends.”

"Tell me you came to find me. That you changed your mind."

"How--how can you even say such things,on an evening you are meant to choose another as your bride?"

"My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned."

"I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.”

“The road for hell for me is paved with everything I would do for you, and that list never ends.”

“You have consumed my thoughts since the moment I met you."

“You have no idea what I could give you."

“If you mean to take me captive, you need only ask. I would come willingly.”

“I see you truly for everything you are and everything you will be and I claim you as mine.”

“I don't think I've ever met anyone as vexing as you."

“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”

“A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends.”

"We're on opposite sides, you know."

"You're the one claiming we're all villains. There's no black or white, only gray area. We can coexist somewhere in the middle, can't we?”

“A man with no enemies is a man with no character.”

“I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.”

“I like your savage brutality."

"That's a poetic observation, coming from such a savage creature.”

"And you are mine, Victor Nox. whether you agree is irrelevant.”

“Bitter people are not interested in what you say, but what you hide.”

“Enemies can't break your spirit, only friends can.”

“In order to know your enemy, you must become your enemy.”

“Such a pretty face, but so weak and emotional. Just a regular man, after all.”

[vexatoire-deactivated20240308]

#𝐕𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐄 ― a study of vexatious wretch, an original shape-shifting entity of an entirely unique species, by théoden.

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* THE FOLLOWING RECOUNTS WHAT THE PARTY can find upon discovering rhenna's old home; charred, overgrown with wild plants, the events that occurred there lost to all memory - and in time ... forgotten entirely. only ghost stories to be left behind. ♫

upon entering the property, there is a large, old tree with a single headstone at its roots. ruined and crumbled over the years, with plant life clinging to its stone surface. rhen watches it curiously as they head inside... accompanied only by the soft sound of birds.

the home is large, grand in structure - so it takes time to explore the ruin in its entirety. each and every room like an uncovered truth, a secret, a distant memory. fellow companions tread through its halls with care; this place was once rhen's life. it was also a tomb, as the party can observe various human bones among the floor.

a charred letter that can be found in what appears to be the master bedroom, unsent. most of its contents are illegible, so you read what little you can: ' our son is dead. as i am dead. my line has ended with him - illegible - forgive myself - illegible - i beg that they do not punish my family. gods, save them. '

perhaps it is prompted by the many tales by the citizens of baldur's gate in their search for this place, but it is almost as if there are the faintest of whispers to be heard. it is hard to discern them between ghosts or echos of the past.

paintings that once decorated the walls litter the ground, some tilted off its nail, some burned to ash, but one in particular stands out - a portrait of a young woman. fingertips trace the surface of dried paint, as if a touch could return lost memories to her. the woman's countenance all but burned away, but it is gathered that this was rhen, as she was in life. it appears that, too, is lost.

another ruined letter, in the same hand as before, regards another: ' algernon, my friend, for many years have you served this family - illegible - raise lords, not daughters. i fear i do not know how to navigate her - illegible - her smile. please do not let her succumb to despair. '

old toys are stuffed away in closets and wardrobes - dust riddled and faintly smelling of smoke. a childhood forgotten, but fondly regarded as you pick up a child's drawing. a boy and a girl, playing with swords. as well as crude drawings of birds that progressively become more practiced with time.

within another bedroom, there is a diary, tucked beneath a rotted mattress; a successful perception check will discover its hidden location. it is mostly preserved, but years of pages stuck together makes the ink bleed into itself, proving it difficult to read. a passage near the end reads:

' i do not trust him. he haunts every shadow, every dark corner, watching my every step. he is a harbinger of death - i fear arthur was only the beginning. something - ' the rest is illegible. this appears to be rhen's journal. this is her bedroom.

flipping through the pages, to earlier entries, recounts the woes of a woman who had felt trapped by her father's expectations, the melancholy of her mother, her brother's illness, the pain of losing him ... the horror she felt when the realization of algernon's intentions overwhelm her; a confession, unrequited love - obsession, murder, paranoia, intrigue, sorrow, rage, a family destroyed ... some part of her had known. somehow, some way, rhen knew her end was coming.

before leaving, she will rest a single bloom upon what is now known to be her brother's grave, prompting the party that it is now time to leave.

[raveneques-moved]

♱. 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 !! i'm mack && this is 𝔞𝔢𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔞𝔣 𝔨𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔫, my original character. he is a paladin who has taken the oath of the raven, thus becoming the knight of ravens (later, champion of ravens) && is heavily inspired by dnd && larian's baldur's gate iii. !!!: blog is 21+ && the theme of death appears frequently.

PLEASE LIKE && REBLOG IF INTERESTED IN WRITING TOGETHER !!

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rhen seeing her mom in act iii is so fucking heartbreaking because after having her soul back she thinks she can find some semblance of peace or happiness in knowing that her mother lives but is so brutally cast aside by her solely because the trauma her mother endured by losing her entire family. 'that's not my daughter, my daughter is dead.' that. is not my daughter. UUGGHJANSJKDJLKAKJASKDLDLDA

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* [ UNDYTH ] , (𝘂𝗻) 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 : AN EXTREMELY PRIVATE ORIGINAL COMPANION CHARACTER FROM  LARIAN STUDIO'S: BALDUR'S GATE III   & DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS LORE.  UNDEAD / HOLLOW ONE. FIGHTER + WARLOCK MULTI - CLASS, PACT OF THE RAVEN QUEEN.  EST.   FEB.   '21   ,   REVAMPED   SEPT. '23.    TRIGGER WARNING FOR MATURE AND DARK THEMES.  REVIVED BY DARIAN, 29, SHE/HER.  BETA EDITOR ONLY. NOT SPOILER FREE. SPARSE ACTIVITY. PERSONALS DNI.

[saovaene-moved]

PRIVATE FANTASY MULTI-MUSE, WRITTEN BY SAM. 25. MINORS & NON-RP BLOGS DNI. READ CARRD.

[vannaspar-a-deactivated20240125]

#VANNASPAR. independent original character of dungeons & dragons, adapted for and written in baldur's gate 3. vannil niorun, the war cleric, the petrous, vessel of divinity ⸻ less a body and more a graveyard, littered with unmarked graves the contents of which are nevertheless discernible. [ by garrett, 29. ]

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happy sunday here’s some act iii rhen smooches for u 🖤

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ok im taking a wee tumblr break as i get errands done today - i'll be bopping in and out of discord in the meantime.

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🍃 a raven brings a message from @deadruled : " are you feeling lonely, perhaps? "

* it is a difficult question to answer, for what was once rotten and putrid inside of rhenna has since dispelled itself into something hollow. empty. all that was known to her was only shadows that obscured the truth with malicious intent. words once spoken in the dark - the hand that once reached out for her. but such shadows were all but washed away, singing its crescendo clear to her now of what was once lost. emptiness, yes. perhaps that was the shape of loneliness. that was what it must feel to be utterly alone in this world.

" i don't feel anything, anymore. " a statement less told to the other, but rather a feeble attempt to convince herself of its lie. after extended silence, odd-eyes lift to meet the gaze of the champion of ravens, as if searching for something within it, " what must i do? the matron told me all of these things, everything that had happened - but what do i do with it all? where do i put it all down? " there is a shuddering breath as she continues, but the hollow one does not know that tears brim within her eyes, " i don't want it. take it back from me if you must - you're her champion, are you not? "