I love this game 😍
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I love this game 😍
Wrrrr I'm trying to add a vid here and it keeps notyfing me that oops smthg went wrong, try again.
Ffs, lol, spent an hour to get it and nope, still nothing.
So.. maybe I'll post the text and vid separately lol haha.
EDIT: Nope. Well, here's a link I suppose eh, hopefully will do :(
Long story short, I was away, I'm slowly getting back, bg3 is on a break, cyberpunk 2077 is on the table rn xD
I hope everyone have a good time!
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This is nice #2
Random post-game scene in not ascended scenario. Maybe in a break in between another, new mission? No spoilers, only fluff 😊
In the quiet moments between their adventures, Astarion and Elowen found a semblance of peace beneath the shade of ancient trees. The campfire crackled softly, casting a warm glow that painted the night in hues of amber and gold. Surrounded by the comforting rustle of leaves, they shared a stolen moment away from the prying eyes of their companions.
Seated on a fallen log, Astarion absently traced patterns on the ground with a slender twig, his crimson eyes catching the flickering flames. Elowen, nestled beside him, hummed a gentle tune—a melody that echoed the quiet joy they discovered in each other.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Astarion turned toward her. "You know, for an undead creature, I've become surprisingly fond of these serene moments."
This is nice
Random fluff scene, probably act 3, no spoilers, The Game no more
In a quiet moment after their travels led them to a peaceful glade, Astarion and Elowen found themselves enjoying a rare respite. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustle of leaves overhead created a soothing melody.
Seated on a soft blanket spread beneath a sprawling tree, Astarion leaned back, propped up on his elbows, and observed the serene surroundings. Elowen, beside him, was engrossed in her leather-bound journal, her quill dancing across the pages as she recorded their recent adventures.
Astarion couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest as he watched her. The glint of the sunlight catching the strands of her hair, the soft curve of her smile when something amusing caught her eye—it all fascinated him. For someone who had spent centuries detached and cynical, he found a strange sense of joy in these moments.
Setting aside her journal, Elowen looked at him with a playful glint in her eyes. "What's on your mind, Astarion?"
The Thread - Astarion POV bonus
Bonus for Chapter 9 of the Note of Violence
As Elowen inched closer, her trembling form found refuge within the circle of my arms. The unexpectedness of the gesture left me momentarily stunned, and my usual arsenal of wit and sarcasm deserted me. I watched in silence as she nestled against me, the embodiment of vulnerability.
A shiver of vulnerability coursed through me as well, for I was unaccustomed to the real, raw emotions that seemed to surge between us. I had spent centuries building walls around my feelings, ensuring they remained safely detached from the world. But now, with her so close, I felt those defenses slowly crumbling.
Chapter 9: The Thread
New chapter of The Note of Violence is up!
"Elle, breathe," Astarion interjected, his words delivered with a touch of cynical humor, but a glint of something else, perhaps sympathy, appeared in his eyes. Her panic spiked. If even Astarion was showing her sympathy... Oh, Gods.
"How... how much do you know? What have you seen?" Elowen's words tumbled out in a torrent, her mind racing to catch up with the reality that her darkest secrets were exposed to the vampire's penetrating gaze. Her thoughts churned, caught in the riptide of her fear and vulnerability.
Astarion's reaction was surprisingly composed. His hands rose in a soothing gesture, an attempt to quell the tumult of her emotions.
"Your memories," he replied calmly. "One is more coherent, while the rest are... fragmented. Severely so. If the others received a similar, hmm, package of your past, I doubt they'd be able to decipher it. Scattered pieces, scenes... things that made me realize we have more in common than I could have imagined."
As Astarion paused, he seemed to slip into his own recollections, and Elowen observed him, seeing that he was battling his own ghosts. But when he sensed her fear spiraling, he gently added:
"Elle, I won't harm you. Breathe."
New chapter is up! 😶🌫️🥺
Loyalty
VIII chapter of Note of Violence is up
The Game
Near the end act 1 I suppose? Maybe in act 2. They still thinks they are playing a "game" of manipulation and stuff... Until he's not sure anymore.
Spoiler-free, random stuff.
With a playful grin, Astarion whispered in Elowen's ear, "I must admit, my dear, I never imagined our banter would lead to this."
Elowen smirked.
He was lying and she knew it, that was The Game. Her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Life is full of surprises, Astarion. Sometimes the most unexpected paths are the most exciting."
He kissed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Ah, and speaking of paths, I believe we've taken a rather adventurous one tonight."
Random banter Amidst Chaos:
A Flirtatious Battle
Probably somewhere on start of 2act, but there's no specifics or spoilers. They still thinks that they are playing their Game.
The battlefield was a chaotic symphony of clashing weapons and roars of combat, yet amidst the chaos, Astarion couldn't resist the allure of their usual banter.
"Well, Elowen, it seems our enemies are dropping faster than your excuses."
Elowen, her focus divided between foes and flirtation, raised an eyebrow. Without missing a beat, she changed the tune of her enchanted songs. Her voice carried a playful tone as she responded:
"Oh, Astarion, my dear undead friend,
Your biting wit won't be the end.
For in this fight, we stand so strong,
While you're just singing the same old song."
"Echoes of the Unseen"
Chapter VII of The Note of Violence is up!
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You know what I love about the companion's designs? Their scars.
Karlach's rippling burns and her broken horn. The thin line that darts across Shadowheart's pale cheek. Astarion's back, cruelly marked up forever. Gale's chest (while not quite a scar) is still a physical consequence of his ambition. The veins that drag along the side of his face because of it. Wyll's missing eye and the numerous scars along his face each with their own story. Much like Lae'zel's own facial scars. The tell tale sign of a brave soldier.
They're all victims of something. Of people. Of ideas. Of the world. Of themselves. And their scars show this. And they look all the more attractive for it. Which is why I personally think your Tav/Durge should also harbour scars to fit in with this.
Ohh I agree 100%!
And that's my Tav Elowen and DU Limuen to prove it:
Wait, are you telling me that after 400h I learnt just now that YOU CAN WASH ALL THE BLOOD AND DIRT without the sleep/quick rest???
Only thing u need is a bottle of water destroyed near you and/or the companions?
Is it legit?
I feel so stupid rn haha. I mean.. It sounds logic lol, WASHING WITH WATER. I'm stupid hahah
After "Nightingale" - bonus
Astarion POV, right after the VI chapter of "Note of Violence"
In the midst of our hurried journey through the dark woods, Elowen's unconscious body lay cradled in Wyll's careful embrace. The forest seemed to close in around us, murmuring its ancient secrets and casting long, eerie shadows that swayed beneath the moonlight. Despite the urgency that pressed upon us, a thick silence clung to our group, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves or the distant hoot of an owl.
My thoughts were a tempestuous sea, raging with conflicting emotions. It was undeniable that I had taken dark pleasure in Elowen's deception, but beneath that amusement, a deeper disquiet gnawed at me. Her actions had exposed a vulnerability I could not easily dismiss, a fragility that lurked beneath her charismatic facade.
Elowen
So... I dig up some screenshots of my first Tav, Elowen ❤️
She's a bard with not very cheerful back story, and with heavy trust issues. At first she's kind of manipulative, especially when she realised Astarion is trying to use her for his own agenda.. so her relationship with him were bumpy at times, as you can imagine.
But they managed to heal themselves and each other somehow ❤️
The Note of Violence chapter VI is up! :) Nightingale
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