#Balthazaar

[the-8-of-spades]

Just saw someone ship Aylin and Balthazaar and I really am not one to tell strangers on the internet to kill themselves but oooooo boy did I come close to crossing that line today.

[bionicdogs]

well uh. haven’t posted in a month, whoops.

updates:

storm is 5 months old, about 40 pounds. my mom is doing puppy classes with him and he’s great.

booker gets his second dose of librela this week. within two days of his first dose he has able to quit oral meds (three taken twice a day) and was (still is) doing better on just the librela than he was on all three oral meds. he’s been able to trot for the first time since july.

atticus got a huge tank upgrade last week. he’s now in a 4x2x2 and loving it. he’s turning 14 next year and its very rewarding to see him so happy and active.

and… balthazaar died. i found him in his tank november 10th. he’s buried out next to stumpy. he was around 15 years old.

[lady-sybella]

His Fair Assassin love interests (3/4) — Balthazaar

↳ Balthazaar (/‘bælθəzɑːr/): of Akkadian origin meaning ‘Baal protects the King’.

[bugsonpluto]

rip balthazar bratt you would've loved velvet and veneer

[ineed-to-sleep]

Honestly strong contender for my favorite moment in the whole entire game

[vialae]

when durge and gortash actually have the decency to leave a room to fuck, does it sound like cartoon fighting? like just every wall is crashed into, some cutlery scattering on the floor, maybe one of them yells in pain. but everyone else just has to accept it.

[mars-ipan]

more solo magma doodles. this time featuring fortune, the very original and not-at-all-based-on-anything tiefling paladin i'm going to be playing in a new campaign this summer :]

[rosykims]

what do u MEAN they moved astarions act 2 confession !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[trckstaer]

˖ ⭑₊˚ Tag drop 4/8. Like this for memes from my mythology muses ! Specify muse or I roulette you ! ( This is a clever ploy to retag everything but make the spam bearable )

[endlessnightarts]

...astarion has tried to make it up to me by managing to push the next bossfight off a cliff and one shotting him but he's on thin ice until that owlbear comes back

meanwhile karlach is in the poison pit tanking the entire undead army

this game is queer culture

[intersexalastor]

honor mode updates:

made it to act 2

got the blood of lathander

killed everyone inside the creche

kept isobel safe (nary a scratch)

killed the thorm trio

saved minthara from moonrise

kept myself from killing gale as durge

currently at level 8, gonna start/finish the quest with halsin when i'm at 9. probably will fight yurgir first and get shadowheart through the trials.

[aescheretalks]

Viida lodáá, korsáám lodáá

Bospa, nóóna, tambomntu.

I will give my life, I will give my heart

To you, my lady, with no regret

[awkwardauthorwrites]

I'm Yours

Word Count: 530

Themes: fluff

Warnings: hints towards smut but no actual smut 

Everyone stay calm, this is not a drill I’ve written something under 1000 words for the first time in existence. @shadowwheartt and I decided to do a quick little drabble challenge where we flipped coins and rolled a dice to see who we'd be writing for and what genre and I got Minthara fluff. I tried something different where I made Tav gender neutral, let me know what you think!

Minthara wasn't sure exactly when Tav had snuck their way into her life, but she suddenly felt like she couldn't remember how they used to function without them.

Tav had been gone for a whole day to scout the Shadowlands and see if they could find the pesky group of adventures that had been causing havoc for the followers of the Absolute ever since the nautiloid had crashed and Minthara had put no less than four fires out - one of them quite literally. No one seemed to know where the spare key to Balthazaar's quarters were, the kitchen was unstocked and even worse, it looked like no one had been on a supply run recently and so their stock of healing potions was dangerously low. Not to mention the gnolls in the kitchen that kept snapping at each other and when Minthara had glared at the cook the halfling had just shrugged her shoulders and muttered something about how Tav usually kept them appeased and in line.

Minthara sank into her armchair with a frustrated sigh and rubbed at her temples. Tav hadn't been working for them for very long, so how was the whole place falling to shambles without them? There was a small tug in her mind as her tadpole wriggled around in her skull almost mockingly, as if reminding her why she felt so at odds without having Tav around. She brushed the thought away with a quiet huff and made her way to her bedchamber for the night, deciding there wasn't much she could do due to the entire fortress wanting to burn down around them. Shedding her armour, Minthara almost didn't notice the figure lying across her bed, a small smirk on their face when they noticed her undressed state.

“It isn't wise to sneak up on your superiors,” she snapped, glaring as Tav rolled their eyes at her. 

“Maybe we should have superiors who are more aware of their surroundings then. I could have been anyone here to kill you.”

“Such sentimentality in your tone,” Minthara stood at the edge of the bed, her hands on her hips. “Anyone would think you cared.” Tav clicked their tongue and lunged forward, gripping Minthara by the waist and tugging her onto the bed. She didn't have a chance to blink before Tav was leaning over her, their hands pinning her down by the waist. 

“I beg your forgiveness, True Soul,” Tav murmured, brushing their lips across hers. “How ever will I make it up to you?” The tadpole is Minthara's head writhed as Tav connected to it, showing her image after image of all the ways they intended to please her. Minthara felt her heart thud in her chest as Tav pressed their lips to hers and she wasted no time in shedding what was left of her clothes to get what was promised to her.

In the dim afterglow of their activities Minthara let Tav pull her body close, their arm snaking around her waist as they both caught their breath. Tomorrow, Minthara told herself, tomorrow the place could go back to functioning normally now that Tav had returned, but tonight they were hers.

[stcantarella]

forget about "romeo? he's not even balthazaar" a truer version would be "anthy? he's not even nanami" but you know what he is? KIND ❤️

[baldursfate]

Durge x Gortash: All Comes Crashing

Introducing my Durgetash fic, inspired by Larian's original concept of Ketheric being redeemed and joining your camp to help take down the other chosen. In this fanfic, not only is Ketheric redeemed under moonrise, but so is Gortash. Your favorite baddies team up with Durge and Co. to take down Orin (who has made off with both her's and Ketheric's netherstones) and the Dead 3.

So without further ado, I present Chapter 1.

Chapter 2

The party had been split while traversing under moonrise, the cartilage and flesh twisting into a maze. Tav had become isolated from her companions, and roamed the colony in search of the motley crew. Each sphincter opened into new, unrecognizable chambers, all as hideously barren of company as the last. Intellect devourers scrambled around her, but other than the zombies she had faced no adversaries. She had tried to be discreet in her exploration given the lack of back-up.

She continued on, pulling at the clasps of a cartiligenous chest, falling backwards as it opened with a wet suction. She rifled through, hoping there was at least a spare potion or two that might come in handy. She suddenly heard voices from around the corner. She counted the foot steps, elven ears fine tuned on the breathing, the conversations, the heart beats. There were at least 4 individuals behind the veil of flesh, and although she was outnumbered, Tav prepared to attack. It wasn't until she heard, uttered in a mocking tone, the phrase "Forgive me father, for I cannot help but admire the chosen..."

Tav reached into her pocket, grasping the note. She was sure that was her handwriting, and perhaps these cultists had something to do with the post script scribbled below.

"How dreadfully romantic, and such a tragic end. I could make good coin if I sold the tale to a bard. The ladies at the brothels would faint from such angst." A woman, middle aged from the inflections of her voice, Tav noted. "Such a shame Balthazaar had to snitch to the general, no good necromancer. I was just beginning, my pet would have survived countless more vivisections. I hadn't even the chance to touch her reproductive system. I was awfully curious as to how Baahlspawn churned out such vile litters at an advanced rate. No matter, perhaps I shall get to examine Lady Orin when she meets her end. They say my pet has returned, you know." Another voice, deeper, male, resounded out from the neighboring chamber. "If your pet couldn't do her in before, what makes you think that husk would succeed this time? I'd be careful talking about the chosen like that. There are many here that vye for your position, 'mistress of souls'" "Vye, cry, die, it matters not what they do. Once I secure my pet, I shall be rewarded by the Absolute. No more conducting in this squalor. As much as I appreciate the general's assets, I do very much like to leave the viscera on the table."

At the mention of a table, a memory assaulted Tav's wrecked brain. A man with ebony hair and an easy smile. A knife piercing her abdomen as the face melted into pale skin and a maniacal grin. The sound of ribs popping as they were torn from her body. The headache, the stone table strung with carnage. Her innards without.

With a gasp, Tav was back in her mind. A pale sweat broke out across her forehead, and she knew she needed to find her friends. As she stood from the floor, her foot caught on a stray ligament, and she tumbled out into open view of the cultists. They immediately drew their weapons, and before Tav could act, she was knocked unconscious by the hilt of a blade.

[vialae]

Highly unlikely but very dramatic way Gortash could have found out Durge was killed is from Orin shifting into them and only revealing it while the two were alone.

For what it’s worth, Gortash was in relatively high spirits for how stressed he was. They were at a pivotal moment; everything had been progressing well. The crown had been placed on the Netherbrain, Gortash’s experiments had been successful, the nurseries still had a good amount of tadpoles in them, Balthazaar was currently preparing to travel out to the Mausoleum.

Gortash and Durge were quite close by now, and would frequently retire to the same room in Moonrise. Nobody would dare say otherwise. While alone, Gortash is still talking about the things they would accomplish over the next few days and what steps would need to be taken - understandably, it was the only thing ever on his mind recently. While talking, he does notice something odd though.

Durge wasn’t talking much. And when they did, the questions they asked were strange. It was information they had already been told. And then they eventually reach a point when they don’t respond at all.

Gortash points it out; asks what was going on with them today. Durge just laughs. A red dust swarms around the Bhaalspawn as they rise from their seat and reveals a woman with pale skin and even paler eyes. Gortash is quick to steel himself and demand an answer for what’s going on.

“Oh, dear lordling. Can’t you tell? You darling ally is no more.”