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Auntie Ethel's vicious mockery towards my Tav (Vierna Vorpalblade)

"I greet the child of a great house Vandree! Oh, my bad, this one's a dupe!"

"Vorpalblade? All I see is Fraudblade!"

"Draavalyn Arkenval!"

"Greet your mommy when I'll send you to Hells!"

"Twice as stupid as greedy!"

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Sometimes arson is a question and the answer is "yes". Just ask the Inquisitor "Lavellan".

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Vierna (my Tav) meeting Len'ehn (my Inquisitor)

Both are also short, androgynous and like fire spells

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the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

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@stvrmgeist confirmed that Kay talks heavily with her native accent when upset, Vierna does the same but with accent of their patron's court. Rest of the camp got used to it after act 1

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Baldur's Gate 3 Character Development Questions:

1: Where in the Faerûn is your Tav from?

2: What is your character's alignment?

3: Race and subclass?

4: If your Tav was a companion, where would they be found?

5: Dark Urge or no?

6: What companion are you platonically close with?

7: Romantically close with?

8: Who are they suspicious of?

9: Is your Tav from Baldur's Gate? Why are they travelling there?

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments?

11: Weapon of choice?

12: What is their orientation?

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

14: What hobbies does your Tav have?

15: What NPC's do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Faerûn?

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

18: What would your Tav be doing if they weren't kidnapped on the Nautiloid?

19: How do you think they'll meet they're end?

20: Would they destroy the elder brain or control it?

21: What is your Tav's favorite spell?

22: What languages is your character fluent in?

23: What do they do after the absolute crisis?

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife?

25: What arcana major best represents your Tav?

26: What animal best represents your Tav?

27: What was their life like before the events of BG3?"

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?

29: Does your Tav want to utilize the tadpole powers or not?

30: What's your favorite thing about your Tav?

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Inquisitor Leriel Lavellan (true name: Len'nehn Varis) in his whole glory

Sphynx made me do it @stvrmgeist

They send me this and how could I NOT draw this

But I guess they expected Vierna to rock those pants 🤷

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My two Tavs and a Durge. I do have a favourite child. And I'm not apologetic

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As the mom of the group, Vierna HAS a record of throwing shoes at people who annoyed them. Mostly Gale. And Lae'zel. Those boots from Tara made it much easier.

I think Gale felt right at home when he got hit with them for the first time. Because if I know anything about anything is the fact that in every european-coded household there is that one mother/grandmother that uses some sort of shoe as a weapon

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Don't get any paladins near Vierna. They WILL accidentally force them to break their oath.

Source: three Oathbreakers Paladins in Vierna's camp. That was hell of an outing.

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Astarion and Vierna's OTP chart!

The pale symbols are early-game, the darker one are post-game.

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My Tav is having fun

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I can't believe that after ending the Oscar Fervas storyline you don't get to choose to get your lover painted instead of you. Especially when you are romancing Astarion.

Vierna 100% was like: No, don't paint me, paint my pale elf. Or paint us together if you really want to paint my face. But paint him or I'll terrorize you until give me back those 200 gold, a percentage from the loan and saving-from-dead-ex fee. I'm a drow, I'm good at terrorizing others.

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Astarion: Vierna likes spicy things...

Gale: Like... Bondage?

Astarion: What... No! I meant that they are having a chilli peppers eating contest with Karlach and winning!

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How I imagine Vierna's and Astarion's meeting could have went if they have met each other about couple of years prior to start of the game, when Vierna is just two or three years shy of being a full-fledged adult (so about 32 or 33)

Hero

Astarion put on the confident mask and went inside the Elf Song tavern. Cazador wanted him to bring in today a new victim and frankly, Astarion was too damn tired and afraid after the last punishement to go against his will. The hatred burning deep and hot was not enough to consume the fresh layer of pain.

He sat at his usual spot and started listening. Observing. Fishing out a new victim but also to hear some rumours, just for entertaiment.

"I'm telling you! SHE was a tiefling!"

"And I've met HIM and he is an elf!"

"Both of you are stupid, THEY are a drow. And they are no hero, bastard has stolen everything in my house!"

"Suits you right, considering that you've stolen all of this yourself!"

"What? I'm a merchant, not a thief!"

"I've seen your prices, and you are centrainly a thief." Bickering of the three men grew louder and louder. Astarion noted that mingling with them would be a stupid move, but he was intruiged nontheless. A new hero... Or rather a troublemaker... Made... Her? His? Their? Name known. Those are mostly easy targets, so full of themselves and thinking they have the whole world under their feet. That arrogance was a perfect for him to exploit.

"Anyway, that Vorpalblade person is centrainly a drow. I saw them dropping their disguise when I was returning home last night. I'm telling you, even vampires don't posses such red eyes." Fourth person joined them.

Astarion could barely contain his distain for the new "hero". He always hated those free souls saving the hurt and abused and somehow always missing him. He gave up hope long ago, but somehow with every new "hero" he always felt the same mix of emotions. Jealousy squeezing his heart, for they have the freedom he was brutally robbed of two centuries ago. Anger, because why nobody is going to save him? Why nobody is trying to slay his master, the man that plays with lives like they were mere puppets. Sorrow freezing his guts, as he reminds himself that nobody would see the truth, they would assume he's a monster equal to Cazador. At least this one wasn't all sunshine and rainbows and had some sticky fingers. It was a nice change of pace. Would make them an even easier target.

"YOU WON'T DRINK VODKA, YOU ARE UNDERAGE!" the paladin took away glass of some... Rouge, if Astarion had to guess.

"FUCK YOU AND YOUR 'OBEY JUST LAWS' OATH! NOW GIVE ME MY DRINK, YOU BITCH!" the smaller and androgynous looking drow almost jumped at their companion.

The evening was a lively one indeed. It would make it just that easier if someone just... Vanished.

Astarion was looking between groups of patrons: those four seemed too close to one another, bickering drows as well - he also disliked the sharp-looking eyes of the younger one. There were also other too-close-knitted groups Astarion crossed out of his list. There was no sight of this new hero, but there was a lone woman that seemed perfect.

"Hello there, beautiful. Why such lovely lady is drinking the night away all by herself?" He purred to her. Woman looked at him wide-eyed. She was a human, probably in her late thirties, early forties. She wasn't the most beautiful person in the tavern, but she was pleasant to look at. At least Astarion had quite a bit easier job than last time when he was seducing a gnome. But this time, there was an uneasy feeling, like something otherwordly was looking straight into his soul.

"Oh... I... I guess my date stood me up." She admitted, averting her gaze. Astarion felt like a cat that stole the milk. Perfect. Now, he just had to disregard this feeling of being observed and go with the best script on this occasion.

"Let me then buy you a drink and take his place. For I can't stand a sight of such beauty being all lonely and sad. And, when we get to know each other a little... I can give you a night worth remembering. What do you think about my offer?" He purred, observing his prey. His good looks and smooth voice seemed to enchant this one as well. That is, until some sort of... Presence didn't stir something in his soul. Fear. He was able to withstand it, but the woman quickly made some excuse and ran away. As well as some other patrons that decided to close their tabs and go home prematurely. Astarion knew that someone did this to inconvienience him. So he was combing through the renaining patrons just to barely notice the fading pink glow of the young drow. As their gazes met, the drow smiled like a predator. They have said something to their companion and joined Astarion at the bar.

"Two dark beers please! One piss weak!" they waved at the barman. Then looked deep into Astarion's eyes. Too deeply, especially for someone their age. They were not a teenagers anymore, but they still had some of the lankiness and akwardness of that age. They couldn't be older than thirty. One eye was partially covered by hair, and Astarion couldn't tell much more about it save for that it didn't share the uncovered eye's intensive ruby colour. Whole aura about this person was strange and only after a while Astarion could pin what it was. That drow was too fey. And their teeth were too sharp. Not vampiric, but not... Normal.

"It was a decoy. Take the dwarf. He deserves it anyway." The drow paid for their beers and readied themselves to return to their comrade.

"Why..." Astarion started, but the youngling cut him off.

"Make your own reason."

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"So you saved me from the decoy, because you found me attractive?!"

"And because I was angry at my sister, who has set that decoy."

"You are terrible!"

"That's why you love me!"

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Listen. I don't know exactly how long Durge and Gortash knew each other, but wouldn't it have been absolutely hilarious. if upon meeting karlach the first time just

Wyll: ah I have finally found you, advocatus diaboli-

Karlach: yeah okay give me a minute before you kill me, YOURE THAT GUY THAT FUCKED ENVER WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE

durge, like 3 days old, freshly discovering the whole "sex" thing again: I did what. With who

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Little known fact

This IDIOT that kissed all kisseable men

This IDIOT that is an uno reverse machine

THIS IDIOT

YES, THIS ONE

Has 14 wis and 10 int