#Beshaba

[cleric-of-ilmater-and-sune]

Priests of the Faerunian Pantheon via "Faiths and Avatars"

Sorry I couldn't tag everyone. There's a 30 tag limit

[dantiiart]

vgen character design com for a beshaba cleric

[little-red-fool]

Doodles of Silvertongue when he was younger and worked as a manservant at Beshaba’s court.

[csealia]

I haven’t posted in 84 years but here, please accept my dnd character and current obsession. Her name is Wisteria🪻

[senritsu-yuki]

Ей! Получилось вписаться в подземелье Безумного мага и за одно смахнула пыль с одного из своих персонажей) Жрица Бешабы Ворэн) Наконец она жрица ибо в БГ3 пришлось делать из неё друида :D (там нет жрецов Бешабы, а кому либо ещё она бы поклонятся не стала) P.s. Нет, фон я не рисовала, тупо скрин из игры вставила..) Очень уж спешила её закончить к сегодняшней сессии и чисто физически не успела бы сделать фон..)

[sweetgoblinhaze]

So, finally getting up the guts to post my BG3 Tav/Eventual DnD Character. She's a Galemancer with serious sass and a heart of gold. Info Dump under the cut.

Sylfring was born the same moment the goddess sisters Tymora and Beshaba shook hands on a challenge of sorts. They were to both bless a mortal, give it special attention, and see who won out in the end: Bad luck, or good?

Naturally, this led to Sylfring having a rough time as a kid. She ended up being raised mostly in a Tymoran temple from the age of 4 onwards and while she saw her parents at times, they grew further and further apart until eventually they were just as much strangers to her as anyone off the street.

All, however, was not perfect. It didn't take long at all once she was given up to the temple that Beshaba had her hands on the child. This caused a rift that never quite healed in the Tymorans around her home temple with some seeing her very existence in the temple as blasphemy, while the others claimed that her "curse" was all the more reason to take her in. Luckily, the latter group won by vote, and she could stay, though not without suspicion and tension among the leadership.

While under the roof of a Tymoran temple she was safe and had unnatural luck even for the clergy. She was a natural cleric- as long as one could look past the wild sorcery that occasionally slipped out. Though luckily it always happened with few harmful effects. This was not so whenever she left temple grounds. Her luck turned as Beshaba made up for lost time. The wild magic around her surged and brought with it anything from minor inconveniences to the violent raging of the elements.

As she grew older, she grew restless. Followers of the smiling lady were not known for settling down. They were adventurers, adrenaline chasers, and protectors. So, with her clerical training completed years before, she finally left the temple to strike out on her own as an adventurer.

With every step, a cosmic coin flipped, and her two goddesses watched eagerly for it to land.

TBC... if anyone is interested. I have so so so much for her, and even a real life DnD mechanic that I would love to play with.

[forgottenrealmsgodssmashorpass]

[vault-of-lore]

Baldur's Gate 3 Phrases

Religious Phrases

Watching gods. x

Bane

Black Hand be thanked. x

Bloody fool, may the Black Hand take you. x

By The Black Hand, I told you to leave that alone. x

Beshaba

Beshaba's black bones. x

Helm

Helm's hanging orbs. x

Mystra

By Mystra's eyelids. x

Waukeen

Coinmaiden guard your coffers. x

The Coinmaiden watches you. x

Waukeen be with me. x

Phrases

By the Nine Hells. x

Damn thing's sealed tighter than a Duke's pursestrings. x

Little serpent, long shadow. x

My horns for a normal day. x

She toys with us like a tressym with a pigeon. x

[psalacanthea]

WiP Whenever

I think I'll be done with this chapter tomorrow, but I'm not sure! (work is crazy ;_;) From the Tav x Astarion Modern AU. Dealing with other people is mortifying. (don't go to dinner with carm he probably tries to get out of paying for his food after he's eaten it by complaining to the manager)

...

When Zyn stepped outside, the cleric had cornered a hapless passerby and was herding them towards the menacing collection box.  The woman was looking highly uncomfortable, backed into a corner by a 5’3”, balding half-elven man wielding a half-burned cigarette like a weapon. 

“You think you can just walk by like this?  You don’t think.  You don’t stop and think about what misfortune should befall you should you ignore Her.  You really feel that lucky that you can neglect her like this?  Huh?  Do you?”

Zyn tugged his hood a little further over his head.  Hells, this was so embarrassing to witness.  He didn’t even like asking people for help.  Couldn’t even imagine the fucking balls it took to accost people in the street like this.

“I asked if you feel lucky enough to neglect Her. You walked right by the collection box, my child.” The term of endearment sounded like an epithet.

“I– I didn’t think,” the woman said, sounding annoyed but fearful all at once.  “I don’t carry cash.  Okay?  When I have some cash…”

“Hey, come on.  Leftovers?  That’s insulting.”  Carm whipped a small black device out of his pocket, like a magician revealing a dove suffering from oxygen deprivation.  “Luckily for you, Lady Beshaba takes plastic and digital currency of all kinds in exchange for Her protection.  You just swipe that right here.  No problem!”

“Carm, come on,” Zyn groaned, mortally embarrassed as he yanked the edge of his hood down to meet his mask.

“Mind your fuckin’ business, kid!  You don’t mind him, ma’am, you don’t mind him.  Kid’s got no respect for the clergy.”  Carm beamed a craggy smile as the woman retrieved her wallet from her pocket.  “There you go!  You on the blockchain?  That magic internet wizard money?  I don’t know what it is, but I know we take that, too.”

Zyn wanted to die.

[crowsyart]

Entropy’s been mistaken for one of loviatar’s worshippers before(as he carries and uses one of their scourges)(unknowingly at first it was the only one he could afford/felt would work for his purposes) but he’s not particularly interested in pain for the sake of pleasure, while he does whip himself as a form of worship it’s more to remind himself of his own misfortune and place in life rather to enjoy and accept pain as a part of being alive

He will also pour alcohol over his wounds to cleanse them/as further worship to Beshaba

Hes kind of a pushover despite being so devout in his faith, assuming most people will come around eventually, as he figures misfortune is the strongest aspect of living life, and by worshipping it he can turn it into something for his own use. He assumes he can convince all others that this is the case, even if they worship other gods/goddesses

There’s your fun facts I mostly just wanted to draw him in the Loviatar armor

[little-red-fool]

I wanna learn about silver tongue I love abyss lore

Heehee I’ll gladly talk about Silvertongue and his backstory. I don’t know as much about Forgotten Realms lore as I would like to so correct me if anything seems inaccurate, also I haven’t fully fleshed out his lore yet but this might still be quite long because I like rambling lol so I’ll try to summarise it a little (also I might have changed some of the Dark Urge lore to fit his backstory too whoops).

*cracks knuckles* Ok so as a bit of an overview of his character, Silvertongue originally started off as a half-elf bard when I made him, he was also chaotic good but I was able to develop his character a lot more when I decided to ship him with Raphael and made him chaotic evil instead because I thought two evil bards would be really funny, which then led me into researching into Forgotten Realms lore; I found out that cambions can also be half demons in some versions of D&D so that’s why he’s like how he is now.

I’ll talk a bit about his backstory now that you have a brief summary of his character. Whilst Silvertongue’s a half-demon cambion, he’s still a half-elf in game so I decided to make his mother a high elf, although like other cambions she died during childbirth, and I like to think that the reason is because like some animals (such as spiders) he ate his way out of her womb rather than being delivered naturally. Although he was born in Blood Tor, he was very quickly transported to Toril where he grew up in an orphanage in human society (possibly in Baldur’s Gate but I haven’t decided), and for the most part his demonic heritage wasn’t prominent and he fit in well with the other children despite the odd outburst and rampage which were few and far between and wouldn’t last long—he was always drawn to music as a child which lead him to learning how to play violin and flute, and that started his career as a bard when he was a teenager. As he grew older though it became harder to hide his heritage and his urges grew stronger and more difficult to manage, he became more malicious and deceitful, as well as more sadistic, which then escalated and led to him attacking and killing a few people. After this happened he was hunted down like an animal when people discovered his heritage so he fled the city. It wasn’t long after this that his father—a demon—managed to track him down and bring him to the Abyss, saying that he would fit in better there and that his talents would be appreciated more.

This was when he came back to Blood Tor, where he spent his mid twenties to his late fifties. Whilst there he was a vassal to Beshaba and served as a manservant in the court, sometimes directly assisting Beshaba. When he was older he was drafted into the Blood War as a soldier and was trained to fight. He was originally sent on raids with other demons to the City of Strife to steal souls from the Wall of the Faithless, but later on he was sent into proper battles in Oinos, and much later he was stationed in Avernus up until recently. Whilst Silvertongue had a few mortal friends on Toril, he didn’t really have any in the Abyss due to the untrusting and malicious nature of most demons, however he was close with a couple of other cambions that also served under Beshaba at the same time as him. They were also drafted into the Blood War alongside Silvertongue, however one was killed during a baatezu attack in Bloor Tor, but he managed to save his other friend from an orthon attack, however this meant that he suffered many injuries and his clothes were tattered—he still wears the coat he wore from the orthon attack as he views it as a symbol of pride and a reminder that he saved his friend. Silvertongue is probably around 300 or so years old (give or take) so he served in the Blood War for over 250 years, and he was a decent soldier. He was often picked on due to his diminutive stature compared to the other demon soldiers, however what he lacked in strength and size he made up in agility and stealth. That isn’t to say he’s weak though he could still easily rip a human in half.

Now that I’ve given you most of his backstory I’ll talk about the events that took place recently to when BG3 starts. This part is also linked to the Dark Urge backstory, which I altered a bit for Silvertongue’s backstory. Although he was still fighting in Avernus, he started going on missions to Toril in order to disrupt devils from gaining souls from mortals, and for this he went to lots of different cities, one of these being Baldur’s Gate. This is when he ran into the cult of Bhaal, and long story short he ended up becoming involved—he didn’t worship Bhaal but he thought that having the Bhaalists on his side would be useful. Not too long after he met Gortash, and he found out about his affiliation with Bane, and learned about the Crown of Karsus and the Elderbrain, which is when Silvertongue forged the plan to use the Elderbrain and the ilithid tadpoles to turn the people into mindflayers as it would completely destroy the devils’ ability to recruit mortal souls as mindflayers were soulless. Him, Gortash and Ketheric carry out the plan etc etc and during these times Silvertongue keeps occasionally returning to Avernus to continue fighting in the Blood War.

This is right before the events of the game, as he was in Avernus when the nautiloid passed through it at the beginning, and due to being half-elf and therefore somewhat mortal he was swept up by the nautiloid and infected by a tadpole. Similar to some of the other companions—such as Wyll and Gale—Silvertongue’s stronger abilities and a lot of his power were sealed due to the tadpole’s influence, and he was trapped in his mortal aspect with very little magic. His current goal, like the other companions, is to get rid of the tadpole in order to regain his demonic aspect and his powers so he can continue to fight in the Blood War, although reluctantly—he recognises that it’s his duty and it gives him the opportunity to maim and kill others, but he’s still quite connected to his mortal lineage and he likes the thought of retiring, or at least living in Toril rather than continuing to fight in the Blood War.

Alright now on to him and Raphael (and a bit of Haarlep). Their first meeting was interesting, Silvertongue immediately clocked Raphael as a devil and tried to attack him, whilst in my interpretation of Raphael he’s never fought in the Blood War himself and has only witnessed it from afar so he can’t easily distinguish a demon when they’re not in an easily recognisable form, so he just thought Silvertongue was a bit jumpy and paranoid. I haven’t gotten Silvertongue past Act 1 yet, so whilst these events haven’t taken place yet I’m still going to refer to them in past tense for ease. Raphael manages to figure out that Silvertongue’s a half-demon at Last Light and that he was a soldier in the Blood War, which is what prompts him to get Silvertongue to kill Yurgir. In Act 3 I think Raphael’s contract would be slightly altered for Silvertongue, instead offering to remove his tadpole rather than giving him the Orphic Hammer. In exchange Raphael still receives the Crown of Karsus. Since Silvertongue has spent most of his life in the Abyss and hasn’t encountered any devils in a peaceful or conversational setting, he doesn’t really know how tricky they are and the weight of their contracts and how binding they are, so he signs Raphael’s contract; Raphael keeps his word and removes his tadpole. Unfortunately, with Silvertongue having grown attached to his companions and hating authority figures, he decides to break into Raphael’s home to nick the Orphic Hammer so he can free Orpheus, but he doesn’t take his contract as he just thinks it’s some old piece of paper, he doesn’t think that it actually holds any power over him or his soul. As you might know if you break into Raphael’s home without stealing your contract he, uh, incinerates you. My interpretation of this is that the player character then becomes one of his debtors trapped in his house, which is exactly what happens to Silvertongue. Fortunately his companions were able to escape with the hammer, however Helsik then closed the portal because let’s be real who wants a rampaging devil chasing after you into Toril, so essentially Silvertongue is stuck there as his soul is bound and his companions currently had no way of breaking him out.

Raphael doesn’t have as much power over Silvertongue as his other debtors due to his Abyssal heritage and not being fully mortal, so Silvertongue still has some freedom and is (mostly) sane (or as sane as he was before becoming a debtor), he’s mostly just bound to the house and unable to harm Raphael. Silvertongue is not happy about his situation and spends the first couple of weeks essentially throwing a huge tantrum and destroying half the furniture. He meets Haarlep during this time and since I headcanon Haarlep as being an enslaved tanar’ri (thanks to this post which completely hey this place isn’t too bad, it’s warm, I get a bed aechanged my outlook) they hit it off well pretty quickly, so they became quite close and shit-talked Raphael. It took a few weeks but Silvertongue realised that hey this place isn’t that bad, it’s warm, I get a bed and free food and I’m not constantly praying for my life and I don’t have to kill devils 24/7 for hundreds of years so he very quickly becomes a lot like a house cat, although he also realises that whilst he might be stuck with Raphael, Raphael is also stuck with him, which gives him the motivation to be an absolute prick but in a petty and mischievous way rather than an overly destructive and murderous way. Raphael absolutely hates this at first but over time they get more comfortable with each other and less antagonistic, which then evolves into a slight fondness (well more of a mild love-hate relationship), and I think that’s all up-to-date.

I’m so sorry that was so long ajdnshdndn but I really enjoyed infodumping about Silvertongue’s backstory, thank you so much for this ask!

[vulpixelates]

last rb is giving me thoughts of the cat sidhe rogue/trickster cleric that i've had swirling around in my brain for forever 🙃

[forgeofthenine]

How would the Tieflings react to an Aasimar partner? How would they initially react to learning that before they're together? How would they feeI about the whole 'forces of evil seek to destroy them' thing? And how would they react if their partner just kinda drop something like "Oh yeah, my deity/celestial guide thinks you're pretty great". Also, I can't get the idea of wing hugs out of my mind (if they're a Protector Aasimar).

(We can't play as an Aasimar in game, and I'm grumpy about it. They're 100% my fave race.)

While I understand why larian didn't make aasimars a playable race I'm still very disappointed because they are far and away one of my absolute favourite races and I've played them in DND in the past. This set of headcanons ended up being way more 'story focused' than I initially expected so I might go back in and do a set of more casual ones later on, but I hope everyone enjoys them! <3

The bachelors dating an Aasimar headcanons

Dammon

Dammon hardly knew you were an Aasimar to start with, only that you were unique

With pale, milky eyes that contained no pupils you were quite the sight, and often assumed blind

This is what the blacksmith thought when he offered to help you make your way across a river

Anyone can imagine how stunned he was when you gleefully thanked him before complimenting his own eyes, comparing them to a golden halo

He soon found himself lucky enough to run into you during his travels with the refugees, always vying for your attention when you appeared in camp

You often won card games played with the others, and sung drunken songs for the children later in the night, and Dammon admired your joy in such dark times

Before long, the two of you were romantically involved and living quite happily in Baldurs Gate

You'd been there with Dammon through thick and thin, entering the city and helping him set up his own forge

The whole time he always called you his good luck charm, leading to an endearing blush and chuckle from you

That is, until a follower of Beshaba darkened your door and held a knife to your throat

It was only after that you decided to tell Dammon a long held secret, that you were descended from Lady Luck herself, Tymora

The gleeful and sometimes impetuous goddess had birthed a daughter to one of her human lovers, an Aasimar who went on to have her own family

For many generations your own family claimed descendance from Tymoras daughter, despite appearing to be normal humans

You provided proof with your birth, bearing blank eyes still blessed with sight and the luck of Tymora herself

You weren't strong like other great protector Aasimar, and you had no real contact with your now reclusive ancestor, but you tried to spread joy where you went and aimed to live a good life

Dammon, for what it's worth, took the news well and was glad to find no more secrets between the two of you

Incidentally, he also kept a much better eye on you, now he knew there was a minor target on your back

You can bet he brags about having his very own 'Lady luck' much to your amusement

Zevlor

Since the first moment he saw you Zevlor knew he was in love

Him, a young hellrider recruit, standing in front of a radiant Aasimar with the most beautiful wings he's ever laid eyes on

You were the very image of divine protection, a grandchild of the god he's devoted his life to serving, the grandchild of Helm

You spent much of your time with the hellriders, supervising their training and often joining in

Though no one seemed to realise you had eyes for one tiefling in particular, including that same tiefling

You'd often find reasons to be around Zevlor, insisting on helping him maintain weapons or offering help as a sparring partner

Even when Zevlor was a young man, years before Elturels descent, he still thought himself unworthy of your attention despite how often you gave it to him

What could a descendant of a god want with a simple hellspawn like him?

It was entirely up to you to knock some sense into him

Something you happily did one evening, pinning him during a sparring match and questioning his feelings

It was soon after he was officially courting you, much to the amusement and jealousy of others in the ranks

Everyone could see how proud Zevlor was, absolutely radiant whenever in your presence

He never worried himself too much either with worries of you being attacked, fully believing in both your own strength and the protection of your grandfather

It was a protection he often relied on once the tieflings needed to flee their home

Zevlor spent nights wrapped up in your arms and wings when you could convince him to come to bed

He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, even when you insisted on taking some of his worries for yourself

It was only once the two of you made it to Baldurs gate, battered and scarred, that the two of you can truly relax

Calling upon your grandfather's grace for the last time to create a safe home for you and your lover

Something Zevlor is eternally greatful for, finally able to ask for your hand in marriage like he's been dreaming of for years

Rolan

Rolan had originally assumed you to be a tiefling when he first saw you in Elturel

Silver skin wasn't a particularly uncommon colour, though few tieflings in the city possessed it

It was only upon closer inspection that he realised you weren't a tiefling, you were a wholly different variety of planetouched

From first meeting you found yourself fond of Rolan and his siblings, Cal and Lia mercilessly teasing Rolan after stumbling across the two of you chatting in a bookstore

Despite your free roaming nature that often kept you travelling, staying near the wizard in training was too good an opportunity to miss and you soon settled nearby

Afternoons were spent with you watching his magic practices, teaching Cal to cook, and joking around with Lia

That is, until Elturel fell

Soon yours and Rolans easy comfort was in turmoil and your days were spent trying to protect the three tieflings you'd grown to love

Rolan himself was near as protective of you as he was of his siblings, hardly letting you out of his sight even once you'd made it onto the road as refugees

He never quite understood how you could be so happy under such awful conditions, hoping this 'adventure' of yours would be over quickly

You were sure to know it too, with him loudly complaining until you'd placate the wizard with kind words and by taking his hand in yours

Through the whole journey you were his biggest cheerleader and support, even as he lashed out after his siblings abduction

It was after that incident Rolan realised how important you were to him, seeing him at his meanest and ugliest but still sticking around

Soon after his dreams drifted from becoming an accomplished and revered wizard to starting a life with you in Baldurs Gate

That dream was near shattered, however, when he was taken into Lorroakans tutelage and found himself beaten and separated from his family

You had been fuming every time you saw him, fruitlessly trying to convince him to leave with you

His saving grace was when you and Dame Aylin came to ruin Lorroakan, your true power as an assimar becoming apparent as you stretch your wings and call upon your mother's favour

The corrupt wizard didn't stand a chance against the children of Selune and Avandra after scorning them so

Soon enough Rolan was back in your arms, and after so much turmoil he can't help but finally admit his feelings for you

What the wizard didn't expect was for you to laugh before kissing him, telling him that you'd known for months

His pout after that is legendary, but Rolan couldn't be happier than when you have your wings securely wrapped around him

[eyesofeos]

POV: you see your heretical 8 year old son in the street

Art of my Tav Athanasius as a child (with the simplest fucking background I could throw together, I hate backgrounds). He is my blorbo and I love rotating him in my head.

In drawing this piece I was thinking about if elf children are like kittens and have extra big ears that they have to grow into. Also his freckles extend to his ears and this brings me a lot of joy.

The backstory behind this piece, if anyone is interested:

His parents were Lathander worshippers and friends and patrons of Rosymorn monastery. His mother had actually switched to Lathander's faith when marrying his father, and originally worshipped the traditional god of the elves, even though elvish had barely been passed down in the family after several generations of living in Baldur’s gate.

They had promised to send their second son to join the monastery when he was old enough to make the journey with some traders. When this son was born they even named him after one of the great figures in the church of Lathander, the Monk known as Athanasius i confessoris, or Athanasius the confessor, known to the elves as Athanasius an aidmheil.

But Athansius felt uneasy about being shipped off to the monastery, as he did not feel a strong faith towards Lathander, and did not want to give up his freedom. But whenever he and his parents had passed the temple of Tymora in the upper city he felt a strange pull towards the image of the smiling lady.

So a few days before his planned departure he ran away from home in the middle of the night and turned up on the temple of Tymora’s doorstep. The high priest found him asleep there the next morning and when he pleaded to be allowed to join the temple as an initiate he told him that there is no reward without risk, and asked if he was willing to be tested.

The test of whether a child is favoured by Tymora, is that they are brought into a room in the inner sanctum of the temple and seated before a blind priestess, who quickly makes a neat, diagonal cut across the child’s face with a fine, delicate knife. If she misses the eyes and marks the center, it is a sign that the child is favoured by Tymora and will be able to rise high in the ranks of the temple. If the left eye is damaged, they can still join, but will be more limited in station. If the right eye is cut, they are refused entry, and sent instead to the temple of Ilmater to be taken in there, so that the crying one can protect them from Beshaba’s influence.

Athanasius passed the test and joined the temple as an initiate. Being marked in this way also helped to deter thieves or kidnappers when the children were out at market or playing in the streets, because favourable luck was so crucial to successful crime that most criminals would avoid harming a child of Tymora and angering her.

It was perhaps this ritual that angered his parents to the point of disowning him entirely, since the monastery would never accept a child marked by another temple, and the style of cut was distinctive.

The first time they glimpsed him in public (after looking for him for weeks) his father ran up to him with relief and grasped him by the shoulders, only to look into his face and realize what he had done. Initially, he was furious and started shouting, but then he appeared to calm down and was simply like, come Elena, I was mistaken; this child is not our son. And that was the last time his parents ever spoke to him; after that whenever they encountered one another in the street both parent and child would turn their faces away and pass one another in silence.

I have published the first in a series of fics featuring his time with the party on Ao3, called “A Servant of Tymora” ^^

[wynsomeart]

My newest character for the witchlight campaign :) He's a beshaba tiefling (yes cliche tiefling bard I promise I gave him my own twist) and a part of a circus troupe lovingly called the Asylum Rejects (none of us are taking this very seriously)

[cider-and-isekai]

So there's a datamined option for Halsin's ultimatum

What if Tav kicked Halsin out, felt bad for it and after the defeat of the Netherbrain they accidentally met? 👀

Forest in the spring was welcoming as ever. Everything began to awaken with little snow left on the rocks.

And I could be careless again. I could enjoy life like before all of this happened. The brain, our adventures...

Of course I couldn't wash out the part when I had to tell Halsin he needs to leave. Feeling came down to me when I remembered I'm technically near his commune. But I was still far enough for him not to notice. Or so I hoped.

I knew he wished me well but I avoided him at almost all cost. I wished him well too, he was a good-natured person after all...

But it was Minthara who was infected and needed Emperor's protecion. And she had better arguments, untouched by emotions. I still couldn't understand how Halsin let his feelings cloud his judgement.

Now I was alone, playing in the forest to move my mind away from such thoughts.

As stated before, I was careless. I was very dexterous though not exactly now. My foot slipped on the stone when I tried to cross the tiny river by hopping on the stones.

I tried to reach the ground with my hands but my head was faster.

Darkness claimed me.

I woke up and first thing I felt were dizziness and nausea, though the second feeling was light, thank the gods. But I was not in the forest anymore. Someone... found me. I felt the blanket over my body. I was on the bed.

When my vision cleared enough to see where I was I saw it was a small room with occasional whittled figurines on the shelves. Wolves, owlbears, ducks...

Oh.

No.

I tried to get up quickly but my head spinned like crazy and someone entered the room, using strength to quickly prevent me from doing that. Firm hands put me back in my place.

- Easy. You hurt yourself really hard, Tav.

No, no, no no no.

I tried getting up once again, regardless of my state. He used more of his strength this time.

- Tav. I need you to calm down. It won't do you any good.

- But... - suddenly I found it hard to speak with nausea strengthened - I told you... to leave - I kept taking heavy breaths in order not to throw up - and kept Minthara. I... thought... you... hated me.

I heard a light chuckle. Druid smiled down at me. It was almost two years since last time I saw him

- Forgot the part where I wished you well? I kept praying to the Oak Father to keep you safe on your adventure. And Thaniel... I was not there to tell you but he lended his hand in your final battle - I could recall easiness of movement, what I could not do was locating its source. Must have been Thaniel then. Perhaps in duo with Oliver.

- Still I thought you wouldn't be too happy to see me.

- Well, I didn't have the luxury to think about it first when they brought you in here. But I am happy regardless of our past. Though I must ask, what were you doing out there?

- Well, trying to have fun away from people. So many call me a saviour, a hero. I just wanted to be me for a moment. I slipped on the rocks and here I am. Perhaps Beshaba, perhaps... Silvanus wanted us to talk again - the last part of the sentence left Halsin smiling even more.

- And given the outcome of our conversation I have a feeling the second option is more realistic. Our past aside, I'm really glad to know you're well and saved us. I'm forever grateful both for that and help with the Shadow Curse - he sat down next to me but still didn't allow me to get up - Thank you, Tav, for everything.

I could feel a weight leaving my body as I realised all was well.