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"You can't be serious. She tried to kill you!"

"She also saved my life. It cancels out."

"It absolutely fucking doesn't."

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Happy Thursday. I am doing catch up on many things around the house (and trying not to be nervous about my program at work tomorrow) so, have some cute pictures of my pets under the cut as an apology.

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verse descriptions now added to my carrd: modern fantasy & arcane!

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#harpersoath. —  an independent, mutuals only, and low activity roleplay blog for neyvin shieldheart, an original baldur's gate 3 companion / dungeons and dragons based character, with a variety of verses available. exploring tropes and themes of beware the nice ones, tanking as love, the gentle giant, good is not nice, forgiving but not forgetting, and flock guardians. defended by bee (27, he/they, cst, full time librarian & grad student) since may 2024. please, do not interact if you are under 18.

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neyvin was glad karlach wasn't here right now. because they had a suspicion that if she had been, then they would get even more of an earful than they already had gotten when they had conferred on this matter away from gortash.

gortash looked... bad. far from the arrogant bastard they had faced, not but a few weeks ago. the firbolg's eyes glance to the missing hand, and they feel needling regret and perhaps even guilt for just a moment. but then they recalled that gortash was at least 75 percent of the reason they were all even in this predicament, regardless.

but, she had come up with an idea. perhaps a stupid one, but most of the ideas she came up with were. (you didn't choose to become a paladin because you were the smartest person in the room, after all.) And it was a good enough idea to pacify the others with her, for now, and she was banking on several leaps of logic.

"we'll get you out of here, and you're gonna help us get rid of the devil," neyvin begins, crossing his arms and looking down at gortash. "but, then, you're gonna help figure out how to fix what they did to karlach." not a question, not a request. it's a statement.

"you have been using the same tech in those steel watchdogs, and you're a smart guy, so you're probably at least halfway capable. and, if you truly wanna show you're not worth leavin' down here to rot, you're gonna work to figure out how to stop her damn engine from going bust on her. that's the deal i'm offerin'."

"This may be the first time I've ever agreed with you."

𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 | 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"And hopefully it will not be the last. The devil will be the least of your problems once you've left."

The House of Hope's returning prisoner attempted to scrounge up some of the polish and charisma he'd had only few weeks prior, when these same blasted heroes had watched him become the Archduke of Baldur's Gate - sworn in by the sword of Grand Marshal Ravengard himself.

But there was only hissing.

Desperation.

How long had it been since Gortash had been desperate?

Casting only a brief glance at the stump where his right hand used to be, before turning that gaze back to Neyvin, the Lordling spoke again, "Is it a deal then? You get me out of here -- and I lend you my remaining hand against the Devil?"

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yesterday in their c.os game, neyvin tanked 117 points of damage in one enemy's turn and then took a failed save against finger of death one turn later for 71 points, but.

thankfully, bc they are a revenant (and therefore not a humanoid), she was only dropped unconscious and not made a zombie. :)

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nothing was funnier in neyvin's run than taking Minthara along for all of act 2 and 3 (making a 2 paladin party) just for the in-character thought process of what is essentially socializing a feral cat.

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Leverage: Redemption 3x10- "The Side Job"

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this isn't fair. - arcane!

"no, it ain't fair." neyvin agreed, quietly. their hands haven't stopped moving, packing up bundles of food. they finish the one they're working on before they turn to look at him. "neither enforcers or chembarons know the meaning of that word." a small shake of their head, meeting ellie's eyes for just a moment.

"when you have folks like those over in piltover, who think money makes them better than anyone else and above common decency. you ain't gonna get fair. especially not when those folks are the ones in charge. no offense to your...uh, friend."

(the quotations can almost be heard aloud in the word, as she pauses tilting her head. as if to silently inquire what exactly she should refer to ellie's current situation with jace as.)

"but, we do what we can." neyvin smiles, with a sad sort of expression. "even if everything else ain't fair, that doesn't mean we have to be." neyvin places the bundles into a box, "and you're trying to make it fair, and that's half the battle."

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what is to give light must endure BURNING

[ #nightingeal ] an exploration of the indomitable force of hope; healing from the hurt; holding onto your sweetness; helping the good; helping the bad; finding the joy in the mundane; feeling small; self-worth; the persistent weight of grief; the need for solid ground when everything is unsteady; the relationship between control and holding back; giving until you love yourself; giving until you lose yourself. a fandomless urban fantasy original character with verses for arcane; star wars; marvel; dc; fallout; ffxiv, baldur's gate iii; critical role & more!

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"that's the thing. you have to fundamentally care about another without the knowledge or expectation of gaining anything." neyvin shrugged, "most folks don't see a point to it. a lot of 'em are of the mind that since no one helped them, why would they help others?"

neyvin's eyes crinkle a bit in a smile, "all you can do is offer what you can, hope others do the same. learned long ago that telling people they need to care is one of the fastest ways to make 'em dig in their heels."

they glance over at henry and rub the back of their neck, sheepishly. "i'm not like them, no." they said, with a shake of their head. "but i've spent a lot of time around folks like them. the world is full of 'em and that's why i don't try to hold it against them. people just doin' what they think is the way things are done. doesn't mean it's right -- morally or literally -- but it's what people think."

she glances at the horse, then back at the knight. "and i can tell you, from experience, going after a man like that isn't actually gonna help. it would feel good though, i won't lie." she grins, "but you aren't use to anyone locked up in a cell afterwards. or worse." the smile falters, then returns, softer, "you're right though. i'm not like the others. i want to help the folks that need it as much as i can. and, it's a lot easier to do that with more hands on deck."

a large hand is extended to him -- calloused from work and swinging a weapon, "neyvin." they introduce easily.

Who here said anything about an army? Had he but ten seconds more, they'd have went down hollering.

He breathes. "You don't have to worry about me," he musters as that rage of his wanes.

It's toothless. It's tight. Not mean, it's instead just a trifle bit roughened around its edges. He doubts she's convinced, however, watching as she with her silence he supposes is just too considering. Still, he's been trekking on his own, blazing down valleys with little but himself, and who else is trouble more deeply fond of? Seeing a bull for a bull, all clock him as stubborn on sight.

"Problem is, doesn't look like his opinion's hard to come by." Now, Henry hitches his mare. Besides them, a tavern — fragrant with the promise of a hearty meal — thumps with laughter. They care. Obviously. He touches his welted brow. "I want to offer as much I'm able. Seems the folk here can't get rid of them soon enough, but it's not right if you ask me. It's hardly easy losing everything. Thing is though..." He looks up. "You aren't like the others."

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neyvin glances over at the kids, then back to gale. the firbolg's eyes are gentle, and there is an understanding in them. neyvin shakes his head, dismissing the apology, "'s good to get that sort of thing out." he nods, his eyes going back to where the kids had begun chasing each other, laughter carrying across the park. his shoulders relaxed a little, seeing them so easily being kids. after everything, in spite of everything. they were still just kids.

she sighs, softly, "it's a pretty common fear, in some regard, to worry about how you will influence your child. if you have made an error when raising them. from all the times i have spoken with other parents." she explained, her voice soft. "it is an irrational fear, knowing how much you two love her and want the best for her. but i think, given what all you and caedes have both been through, and continue to go through...it's not an unexpected one."

"you two are doing well. she's growing, and she's well loved, and she knows it. and that, above all else, goes a lot further than genetics. if genetics were the end all, i'd be a lot taller than i already am." neyvin said, with a comforting pat to gale's shoulder and a warm laugh.

"but, between both you and caedes, that little girl there is one of the most well loved kids you could ever find. and that's gonna count heads over tails in the long run than anything else your genetics could have 'influenced' her with."

neyvin hums, "...now, tell me how have you been, though? aside from worrying after your little one. still teachin'?"

Honestly and truly, Gale had no idea how Neyvin managed to handle all the little ones that had ended up in his life. Mira was a sweet kid, and he knew that he was lucky with how smart and well behaved she was - and the friends they had on hand to help when needed - but between that and working full time and also doing his best to take care of Caedes it was… well, he was very much enjoying the idea of sitting, relaxing with another adult and letting the kids entertain themselves for a bit.

He got more than a few side glances, walking around with a baby dragonborn as a human man. It was clear some thought she was an orphan that was adopted - and he couldn't blame them for such a thought. Human dragonborn relationships were so rare, and he was fairly certain that Mira might be the first of her kind, even if they definitely heavily favoured their dragonborn appearance. They seemed to be growing a touch slower than others of their own kind, though, which was probably his effect on her genetics, as well as the eye colour… and as she was getting older, the pure white was relaxing down with warm purple starting to colour the flare on their neck.

"I'm never quite sure what to expect with her." Gale admitted, "She's so… well." he smiled, warmly. He loved Mira more than he had imagined he could love anything in this world, truly, even if it had been entirely unexpected. "Nobody can know what she's to do next. I keep having this… irrational fear, I suppose. That our mixed genetics have made a mistake, and I will wake up and she will be - gone. I - ah." he swallowed hard, throat suddenly thick, "Sorry, forgive me, I - hardly the right kind of conversation for the moment!" he hadn't told anyone that yet, in fact, the words kind of blurting out in a rush. Goodness, he must be more tired than he realised. It was a shame Caedes hadn't been well enough to come; watching the kids running around and laughing in the sun would have surely been a balm but… well. No fit state. Hence why he had gone to Reithwin instead of coming here today.

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"of course i'm sure." neyvin makes a face, and rolls a bit so she can look down at luna, sternly (or as sternly as the firbolg could ever look). "you would never be in the way -- if you would be, i wouldn't have offered." she points out, pressing a kiss to their forehead.

"i like spending time with you, and extra hands around the temple is never a bad thing." he assures, gently, happily allowing her attempts to merge into him. "besides, it keeps you out of trouble."

" you're such a good person. " she grumbles good-naturedly, making an attempt to merge her form into theirs. she's half tempted to turn her world class pout onto them in an attempt to get her way, but the invitation to join neyvin at the temple has him perking right up.

" are you sure ? " they love any time spent together, but there's always unspoken fear that her presence in places is unwanted by others who see her as a nuisance. " i don't want to be in the way ... "

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my dad: wyll's attacks aren't that good :( me: …does he have a pact weapon? my dad: …a what?

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Caitlyn Siehl, from What We Buried; “I am not afraid of you”

[Text ID: “Bring me your bad, your worst, your loneliest. / I will kiss them each where it hurts. / If it does not help, I will turn the other cheek. / I will put out the fire.”]