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“My home is where you are as well, as you showed me real love”

Cenmeril Alris is a, or used to be, a known individual in a noble and established shadar-kai family in the Shadowfell. She used to attend secret meetings, plan events and such to please the audience, which she succeeded most of the time. She was proud of her stature in the community, which while she achieved half of it due to her family’s name, she also contributed half of the status to her name.

Years ago, she was kidnapped by a couple who wanted to take experiments and see the “wonders” of shadar-kai. Experimented for years, Cenmeril was now used to potions and knifes and wondered when she’d escape all of this. The couple was known for their experiments and established projects across Faerun, and as such, were invested to know more about shadar-kai, even if they took it to the extremes.

She wondered if there was a way to escape all of the torture she was forced upon by the hands of the two eccentric individuals, she started to lose more of herself every day that was passing by as a result. She started to lose hope of ever returning to the person she used to be, and started to lose the bit of emotion she had as well.

One day, Cenmeril escaped and ran away from the eccentric couple, but as soon as she found freedom, she also had to resort to ways to earn money, and to show some emotion, which was difficult. As a result, she resorted to stealing and murder, which while she didn’t like, it was the only way for survival. It all led to a plan she had for a while: kill the scientific couple.

As soon as she returned to their home, she was abducted by mindflayers and given a tadpole. She woke up on the beach, realizing what just happened. Now teaming up with a few adventurers, she wonders if she’ll ever get her revenge in the end for the torture she had to endure for years.

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“Blood doesn’t define us, what defines us is trust.”

Bright and outlandish, Tayvia Evenpath is sure of herself, most of the time. She’s always been ready for most adventures, always prepared for battles and to celebrate her victory in an inn with her closest friends.

Tayvia grew up in Baldur’s Gate in a big family, mostly known for their bustling business in the city. Everyone in the family have each other’s backs, protecting each other against the worst and admiring one another’s accomplishments. At first, her family didn’t approve of her different lifestyle of adventuring, but over time they accepted her ways of living.

As she started to go on adventures, Tayvia learned many things from many people across Faerun. From combat expertise, to even magic, she’s ready to discover what the world has to offer, or was before something happened that changed her forever.

When she returned to Baldur’s Gate, she felt off, as if someone was possessing her. In the middle of the night, she changed into something unrecognizable, from the happy person that she is, to a killing machine. Possessed by Bhaal due to an artifact she retrieved to give to a museum, she killed many people around the abandoned streets of the city.

Once she woke up, she knew something was wrong the moment she saw blood on her hands while holding a dagger. She realized what she did when she saw the corpse on the ground next to her. Scared, she cried all day and realized she was a disgrace to her family, even if she wasn’t in reality. She cut contact with them as a result, retreating herself as a loner, disconnected from her family.

In recent years, she spent all her time researching why she was possessed in the first place, which brought her to know about Orin the Red, the person who did this. As she got closer to her whereabouts might be, she got abducted by mindflayers and got a tadpole as a result.

Now trying to find a way to get rid of the tadpole, Tayvia has to team up with a bunch of adventurers like her, like in the good old days before she got possessed mysteriously one night. The question remains, will she still be haunted by the past or find the truth and move on with her life?

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"the extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are"

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"Wonder"

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“I’m just a hunter, nothing special, unless you count my abilities?”

Sylmie Ancunín, the daughter of Selene Aire and Astarion Ancunín, the Demi-God Dhampir, or what she refers to herself as “The Bloodless Hunter”, an alias known by many people. She grew up as a only child, protected by her parents from any danger due to their past. As a result, Sylmie grew up to be a daredevil in some ways.

Sylmie has learned a lot from her parents, such as skills and values that she follows on a daily basis. As she got older, she joined a hunter’s program in order to improve her skills and make a income for herself. At first, Selene and Astarion were worried, but in the end decided to let her go through with the training program in the end.

A while ago, Sylmie found a book regarding time traveling, and started to learn more about it. In the end, she decided to go back to the past to learn more about her heritage. However, an error happened in the time traveling process and got her stuck in the moments her parents were getting to know each other.

Questions are coming up regarding Sylmie. Who is she? How does she know so many things? And why is she here so mysteriously?

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"Celestial"

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Sylmie

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Selene

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"Evil"

(Gardenia aka Selene's evil and cruel mother)

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The moonlight rose up from the ashes of the sun, and everyone went away to sleep as soon as they reached the campsite. Selene was trying to sleep as much as she could, after the groups’ first meeting with the devil Raphael, who was trying to make a deal with the group. Exchanging dreams and nightmares each time Selene closed her eyes, whether they would be about her family’s cruel abuse towards her or meaningless dreams that mean nothing to her at this point, Selene was worried about the state of things going on. As soon as she almost fell in a trance, someone came close to her, flashing his sharp teeth.

“Shit.” Astarion realized what just happened. Selene woke up from her trance.

“No, this isn’t what it looks like, I swear.” Astarion confessed. “I just needed, well, blood.”

Selene finally realized what Astarion really is: a vampire.

“How couldn’t I realize you are a vampire, we even found the boar you drank from.” Selene explained to Astarion. The reveal wasn’t a shock to her, given the state of the boar, which was freshly dead in the morning dawn. The tadpole connected them, secrets half revealed.

“I feed on animals.” Astarion explained himself. “Bears, boars, any of that kind, really.”

“Why did you hide this about yourself, we need to trust one another if we want to survive.” Selene said.

“I needed you to trust me, and you can trust me” Astarion reassured her.

“I trust you already.” Selene answered.

“Then, could you trust me a little further?” He asked.

“With?”

“With Blood.”

Selene hesitated for a minute, before finally agreeing to Astarion’s proposal. “Fine, but not one drop.”

“I- Of course, not one drop more.” Astarion agreed. “Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?”

As Selene laid down on the bedroll, Astarion dived into her neck, drinking her blood more and more each time. His sharp teeth felt like ice to her. Selene almost became aware of the numbness spreading in her body. The moon shined on the two of them, almost feeling like a witness to all of this.

“That felt good. I feel strong, I feel.. happy.” Astarion exclaimed with excitement.

“This is a gift, I won’t forget it.”

In the light of the fire, Astarion walked away to the forest, ready to hunt, leaving Selene in a shocked and confused state, as blood was dripping from her neck. This might be the start of something between the two.