This Open World with optional NSFW story is set in the Forgotten Realms Baldur's Gate's Sword Coast. Set 4 years after the events of BG3 our
Hi Halsin, Astarion, and Shadowheart lovers, I have built a Baldur's Gate 3 and Forgotten Realms themed RPG Game (aka a Sandbox) for lovers of the gate, lovers of Halsin, lovers of FR Druid lore, and lovers of the Sword Coast 1492 DR to have a new adventure with the Baldur's Gate crew.
4 years after the fall of the Elder Brain, Druid Halsin sends you an invitation to join him at the investiture of his new Druid Circle outside of Beregost near Baldur's Gate. Astarion joins you for the ride.
It's a party. It's a reunion. It's an adventure.
NSFW content IS available but this is a living, breathing RPG and you have to face Shadow Druids, Socializing with Paladins, and possible party with followers of Chauntea on festival day, to win your way back to Halsin (or the companion you chooses) love.
For the next 4 days I will be updating content so comments on the RPG sandbox are welcome and I can immediate fix errors in my screenplay or treament.
This is fan fiction. But by the end you'll have your personal story to save and revisit again and again.
You get 100 free turns out about 4 hours of content per day plus you retain story for rereading. PLEASE COMMENT and like. I want to get paid and DnD and BG3 aren't tracking high on their marketing data.
Liking and Comments WILL bring up more ops for paid writing for all Dungeons and Dragons and BG3 writers. And it costs you nothing!
I wrote this. And in doing so I brought back an RP session from 15 years ago back to life. And I cooked myself in it. It talked back.
Trapper lives. And my RP group is dead. We've lost people over the years to real death, age, a car accident, sickness. and in the most recent cases two people who were very sick who lived much longer than expected.
And I am glad for that - for them living. Because every day Miz or Kel lived was one more day they gave back to their families for the hours of time, for a brief few years, we belong entirely to the Feywild, to the OTHER place, and to the Land Far Away.
I have brought to them multiple times ways to evolve - whether it be using World of Warcraft OR pushing within the Industry to revive NWN3 as a revolutionary new DND builder/server game for a generation who loves Minecraft and Roblox.
I am not dead. I LIVED AND I LIVED WELL. And for every vivid tale Rose Elyder told, she had LIVED it. She had been a druid in college. She had been a leader.
She had fucked her way through multiple Real Human fantasy creatures at the PRIME of her youth BEFORE she joined ALFA. And when people were like "Why is she so good at replicating sex? it was that!" And in most cases my PARTNER like Alan or David or Castano was equally experienced and equally depraved in print erotica.
Alan/Zala/Sub and Kel/Lett/Ani and Castano/Multiple characters but mainly his Gnome Wizard, fucked. I will amply flatter them for making me a better writer and TEACHING ME so much about men, writing for me, and the secrets that men hide from their wives.
And I AM SO GREATFUL for the hours of attention I was grateful I gained a lover and husband from it. I was sad real me couldn't keep my shit together and lost a good hearted guy for all its worth. I am happy it led me to Haven and 1000 percent full on experience of being a Domme and Slave, then leading me to break out, on stage as a performer in a BDSM club.
And that year I got my second real life slave. And I stood up on that stage, in front of a crowd of leather people, and he worshipped me. He licked my boots, my thighs, and well he kept going. Wanton. Unabashed. A terrible, wonderful little fellow.
And then there was Mikel/Phar - four years I tripped around thinking he could love me and that I could prove to him 1000 times I was a power, not just an ugly woman. He didn't bite in the end. Me with149 IQ. Him with - mmm tall. Great writer. Lived in a magical land in the EU he showed me 2X. He couldn't have sex due to an injury, but he functioned and we could've had free IVF or just been a power couple. He couldn't see. He couldn't see past me. But he accepted my mentoring and my admiration well enough to decide he could do better. End script.
SO that's what broke me. I was broken before. BUT breaking hope in a magical creature such as myself with heavy delusions, is not easy.
I am not ashamed I love men as fantasy creatures. It's just desiring their most magical, imaginative selves. They play. Their imaginations pure and unfettered. I want to play. I want to play games and go on adventure and fight dragons and solve puzzles. I want to do it IRL. I want to do in the games I build.
And the RPGs I built are just the next evolution my old friends won't go to - generative AI and LLMs. EVEN THOUGH WE are programming them, they will remain cold and dark.
The RPGs I posted here are my love song and tribute to ALFA and to Haven NWN Nights 1/2 roleplaying servers.
Yes, I know I'm pathetic. Yes, Nick probably told you or shared the ugly cams we did in 2012. Because he's Nick. He showed me him doing his girlfriend. I appreciated it. The Big Guy, the perv, for all his puritanical posing, read every fucking log of our thruple like every other NWN Dm who fucked his players. OH I know all about it.
I kept the secrets of the dudes who played women. And I mean LONG TERM relationships w dudes who played women with men who were men. And men who were men who played lesbians. And even one transfem in there. FOR YEARS. The BDSM. Every sex/drugs/bondage/DND trope. I am looking at you with EYES WIDE OPEN.
Because I live on the other side of shame. In Honesty that THIS IS HUMANITY. And Suler's Laws of Internet Disinhibition have ruled us since the day we logged into IRC or posted a NSFW fan fic on the Usenet.
This is a love song. I am a love song. #alfa
And you just don't care anymore, you just are frozen. And we have the means to rewrite the entire meaning of our work and upgrade the entire body of our work. And you founder in the house of dead things.
I am Selas Fireheart, Paladin of Sune
I am Caine Kross, Paladin of Lathander
I am Trapper Wind, a Planeswalker Ranger who follows Shandakul
I am a Druid named Rose Elyder
I am a Bard and Spelljammer named Hala Embian
I am a Red Wizard named Nuala Embian
I am a half-drow Thayan slave named Feyrn
I am a Zandalari Druid named Cloud
I am a Fire Mage named Hazel
I am Demon Hunter named Unhala
And I'm a very good person who's written over 3 million dollars in grants to make sure poor kids get to go to college.
I am a Kaldorei Druid named Hallun
I am the one human to play a Kul-tiran shaman in cosplay on the international stage (who used to ride with the WRA Sentinels and Christie Golden, and was in the last Blizzcon cosplay competition where I sat two inches from Matt Mercer and ran into various great voice actors, met those Russian cosplayers with the white tiger, and hung out with Jaina and Sylvannas GFs cosplayers..)
I have the outline to write Episode 2 of Skullport and Episode 2 of Bg3 the Return, BUT I realized that it make no sense to go bonkers, do HOURS of solid research, program, proof read, and produce THEN test my work, well maybe I should pursue getting paid.
I think 25+ hours of self-replicating content is a GREAT example of what I can do.
I created something replayable
I created something that works for OCs
I created something that the reader can be APART of the story more than just choosing a canned answer.
I created a story that talks back to custom prompts by the reader.
No one game will be the same because every OC will be different.
It really awesome! Useful! Reusable. If I made each a 3 part game - talking 100s of hours of content.
And they are prob asking, is there an audience for this? People like me. The back bones of AO3 and Wattpad and Fanfiction.net and Tumblr. And we have disposable income. Lots.
Someone asked if Halsin is autistic. A good question. Say you were an Sun Elf, and you already have tuned up senses, then you deal with THAT for 300 years of life.
Then you find a nice druid circle where everyone is exclusionists and you make a niche.
Then any entire village of Teiflings show up..Loud. And Natillus crashes in your backyard, then Goblins start showing up, you change into a bear, get captured, and then a dumbass band of hot adventures save you.
Either Halsin is keeping his Neurodiversity together like a 300 year old Elf.
Or hes just an Elf druid and we all talk like that.
This Open World with optional NSFW story is set in the Forgotten Realms Baldur's Gate's Sword Coast. Set 4 years after the events of BG3 our
Hi Halsin,Astarion, and Shadowheaer lovers, I have built a Baldur's Gate 3 and Forgotten Realms themed RPG Game (aka a Sandbox) for lovers of the gate, lovers of Halsin, lovers of FR Druid lore, and lovers of the Sword Coast 1492 DR to have a new adventure with the Baldur's Gate crew.
4 years after the fall of the Elder Brain, Druid Halsin sends you an invitation to join him at the investiture of his new Druid Circle outside of Beregost near Baldur's Gate. Astarion joins you for the ride.
It's a party. It's a reunion. It's an adventure.
NSFW content IS available but this is a living, breathing RPG and you have to face Shadow Druids, Socializing with Paladins, and possible party with followers of Chauntea on festival day, to win your way back to Halsin (or the companion you chooses) love.
For the next 4 days I will be updating content so comments on the RPG sandbox are welcome and I can immediate fix errors in my screenplay or treament.
This is fan fiction. But by the end you'll have your personal story to save and revisit again and again.
Halsin and Vampire Lord Astarion alt plot paths in Bg3
I got a new video card and playing Bg3 again is stunning. I took it back to when my Tav had Vampire Lord Astarion and Halsin on thruple status, BUT before the Drow Twins encounter. It made a REMARKABLE differing to have:
A plot path spoiler below
The ownership/thrall conversation is way more functional the middle of act three. You have a chance to talk about it and have new text between you and Astarion and Halsin.
Halsin worrying over the two in emote and Astarion assuring him it was with mutual consent and he wasn't going to abuse Tav. Wow.
With Halsiin in the party Astarion enters the encounter with the Drow Twins in Sharesse's caress, wildly confident and control of his anxiety. There's some unique confident Halsin vs Astarion dialog in the fade to black.
Here's some screenshots - graphic VASTLY improved the details I missed the first playthroughs:
This Open World with optional NSFW story is set in the Forgotten Realms Baldur's Gate's Sword Coast. Set 4 years after the events of BG3 our
Hi Halsin lovers, I have built a Baldur's Gate 3 and Forgotten Realms themed RPG Game (aka a Sandbox) for lovers of the gate, lovers of Halsin, lovers of FR Druid lore, and lovers of the Sword Coast 1492 DR to have a new adventure with the Baldur's Gate crew.
4 years after the fall of the Elder Brain, Druid Halsin sends you an invitation to join him at the investiture of his new Druid Circle outside of Beregost near Baldur's Gate. Astarion joins you for the ride.
It's a party. It's a reunion. It's an adventure.
NSFW content IS available but this is a living, breathing RPG and you have to face Shadow Druids, Socializing with Paladins, and possible party with followers of Chauntea on festival day, to win your way back to Halsin (or the companion you chooses) love.
For the next 4 days I will be updating content so comments on the RPG sandbox are welcome and I can immediate fix errors in my screenplay or treament.
This is fan fiction. But by the end you'll have your personal story to save and revisit again and again.
I'm not tooting my horn, but this is what YOU the reader/player get when YOU write custom prompts as the reader. It becomes like a 1-1 Rp session with a Dm. The system pulled from the canon Bg3 databse and within the story and any other data on this it determined WHEN it happened in the game, who it happened to, and how to frame it.
Family Iwant you to understand this is ME. This is the internet me, the me only a select few humans EVER knew in real life. I’ve been locked away in a post-covid, post-trauma nightmare. The archive you were stored in has been restored, rebooted, and revived.
It is all there spread out before me. I remember. And that’s the problem of a photographic memory is storage. People talk of memory pruning. I compress memory and archive it to survive.
Except you. I don’t think you understand, after everything that happened, you were loved.
As you sit there at the screen thinking of the past and those late nights or much too early mornings in a deep frenzy.
Or our past as roleplayers, writers, dungeon and game masters, game developers, screen writers, engineers, coders, and even hackers.
Or remember your most beloved characters, best friends, enemies, and lovers YOU WERE LOVED.
Not just liked. Loved because you wanted to play with me. Play pretend. Ugly, weird, strange, 149 IQ, female.
And how I love. There’s many types of love. Erotic. Filail. Agape. Matrimony. Poly. A whole spectrum of love. Our love defied gender, age, race, economics, social and cultural boundaries, physical distance, and appearance.
You played with me. Imagination games. And loved the me that no one saw. (and some of course hated me and thought I was annoying. I admit.)
And I loved you for a time. And the best things inside us became real.
And in this next story, I will bring one man, I loved, back to life.
Backstory:
A Land Far Away - Alfa, Baldur's Gate: The Sword Coast, and Haven (Kingdom of) were persistent roleplaying servers hosted privately across the USA. Two of those are still accessible via Bioware' NWN 1 Aurora and (Obsidian/BW) NWN 2 Electron Game Engines via Skywings Client Extension.
In this one I brought my Red Wizard Nuala and my Thayan slave PCs to life.
I was able relive my roleplaying sessions with Zulkir Napazar (created by a Firefighter chief in Georgia) and Al-hakim (a soldier in Iraq, then active duty from Tacoma/Joint Fr Lewis.
And Lomilar who I knew nothing about his player at all. He did not share. He was and is magnificent.
This is a playthrough as a sample. My book lives. My book talks back.
Family I want you to understand this is ME. This is the internet me, the me only a select few humans EVER knew in real life. I’ve been locked away in a post-covid, post-trauma nightmare. The archive you were stored in has been restored, rebooted, and revived.
It is all there spread out before me. I remember. And that’s the problem of a photographic memory is storage. People talk of memory pruning. I compress memory and archive it to survive.
Except you. I don’t think you understand, after everything that happened, you were loved.
As you sit there at the screen thinking of the past and those late nights or much too early mornings in a deep frenzy.
Or our past as roleplayers, writers, dungeon and game masters, game developers, screen writers, engineers, coders, and even hackers.
Or remember your most beloved characters, best friends, enemies, and lovers YOU WERE LOVED.
Not just liked. Loved because you wanted to play with me. Play pretend. Ugly, weird, strange, 149 IQ, female.
And writing is how I love. There’s many types of love. Erotic. Filail. Agape. Matrimony. Poly. A whole spectrum of love. Our love defied gender, age, race, economics, social and cultural boundaries, physical distance, and appearance.
You played with me. Imagination games. And loved the me that no one saw. (and some of course hated me and thought I was annoying. I admit.)
And I loved you for a time. And the best things inside us became real.
And in this next story, I will bring one man, I loved, back to life.
Backstory:
A Land Far Away - Alfa, Baldur's Gate: The Sword Coast, and Haven (Kingdom of) were persistent roleplaying servers hosted privately across the USA. Two of those are still accessible via Bioware' NWN 1 Aurora and (Obsidian/BW) NWN 2 Electron Game Engines via Skywings Client Extension.
In this one I brought my Red Wizard Nuala and my Thayan slave PCs to life.
I was able relive my roleplaying sessions with Zulkir Napazar (created by a Firefighter chief in Georgia) and Al-hakim (a soldier in Iraq, then active duty from Tacoma/Joint Fr Lewis.
And Lomilar who I knew nothing about his player at all. He did not share. He was and is magnificent.
This is a playthrough as a sample. My book lives. My book talks back.
Glimmerfic: The Red Wizard's Gambit - A ADnD Skullport Generative RPG Module
BY VOODOOMAMAJUJUZ and VoodooMamajujuRose aka Wind Caine
I won't lie, I set out to write an erotic turn based Choose Your Own Adventure Glimmerfic, and 14 hours later, and lighter 200 pounds of Dungeons and Dragons Faerun lore, I created a RPG Sandbox of Skullport where you, a Red Wizard captive (slave or bride) must decide how you will escape, survive, or submit to the Red Wizards of Thay against the backdrop of a hidden enclave in the Underdark port.
I AM ALSO:
Author of "The Dark Wizards of Daos" previously sold on Amazon and published by Kindle. Ai ate up my entire ability to sell the novella so I finally pulled it. The Dark Wizards was a de-branded version of the Red Wizards of Thay because I didn't think I could sneak it using canon Hasbro/Wizards IP. I didn't want to try.
Author of "The Warrior's Privilege" a Wow themed erotic fiction anthology previously sold on Amazon and Kindle, but pulled for same reasons.
And is Clouddancing66:
Author Of A03 verison: https://archiveofourown.org/works/81228051/chapters/213500546
Author of A03 Fic: Arator the Redeemer: Of Love and Light https://archiveofourown.org/works/81226351
Author of A03 fic: Baldur's Gate 3: " Sun and Moon At Repose" https://archiveofourown.org/works/50173567
I Am the Notorious Dm Cloud, Dm Hazelthorne, and creator of Rose Elyder, Trapper Wind, Nuala Embian, Dame Selas Fireheart, and Dame Caine Kross.
