#my tav - Iris

[leopardmuffinxo]

fire doesn't frighten me

[taritoons]

Finally finished Baldur's Gate 3, so here's my Tav! Her parents are my Kalach-Cha and Gannayev-of-Dreams from Neverwinter Nights 2. Mildly bummed out that BG3 only allows for infernal tieflings, so in game terms she is just a funky looking human. And yes, she did inherit the gradiant hair from her dad ;D

[singharit]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 + my ocs :)

[tavstavernofdisasterbisexuals]

Guess who can mod their game now

[charmedcleric]

Guys I just made another tav lmao oops

She’s a half-drow ranger and she’s very cute in my opinion

[stars-and-inkpots]

One of my dnd characters, Iris (who I have made in BG3), happens to have a lot of parrallels with Gale, so I wanted to write something about them. Got this done during some spare time a bit ago and have decided to share it here.

Thanks for reading :3

Wild Magic

Word Count: 2,336

Ao3 Link: Wild Magic

Full moons are the nights where the veil between the Wilds and the mortal realm is at its thinnest. For those who pull their magic directly from the Feywild, full moons are when they're at their strongest, but for some, also when they're most volatile. Iris struggles to bear the pull of the Wilds. Gale is there to help.

Iris shifts uncomfortably and spares the rising moon in the clear night sky a nervous but steady glance. On nights like this, she can almost feel the marks moving on her skin, sprawling sporadically as they struggle to contain the magic while the veil between the Wilds and this world grows thin. Full moons are always like this, and Iris laughs to herself because she might as well be a werewolf at this point. 

She can feel her companions’ eyes on her. She knows that they must see the slight glow the marks on her face, neck, and arms give off; they must note how even the pink iris of her left eye contains the same light. 

She wonders if they are scared of her, her with her magic that is wild and unpredictable. 

She wouldn’t blame them if they were. 

Mercifully, they retire early tonight. Astarion insists he’s too tired to continue, but Iris knows that he’s lying for her sake. She’s too proud to admit when she’s struggling, but she also does a poor job at hiding it. Regardless, she throws a silent ‘thank you’ his way when they pass each other in the camp. She tries to ignore the obvious concern on his face. Concern is too close to pity, even though she knows that isn’t his intent. 

Iris doesn’t join the others for supper. She’s too exhausted. 

Her absence does not go unnoticed, of course. She can hear it in the slightly strained conversations they have around the campfire- never spoken of directly, but it sits in the air stagnant with a nervous tension bound to break eventually. All of them cast their eyes towards her tent, unsure of whether their presence would be welcome, and for some, wondering if it’s even safe to offer it. 

Gale is the only one to walk over to Iris’s tent once supper is finished and cleaned up. He stands near the entrance, hesitant but determined. 

“Iris? Would you care for some company?” His voice betrays no concern at being close to her, because he has none. Iris notes quickly that he’s been the only one who has not put a safe distance between them when she’s been particularly unstable. 

“I’m afraid I’m not going to be great company if you’re looking for conversation.” 

“So long as you don’t mind, I’m sure I can do enough talking for the both of us.” 

Iris smiles. 

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” she answers. 

Gale makes his way inside and sits across from Iris on the floor of blankets and pillows. It’s dark, save for the faint, pink glow that Iris herself gives off. Her eyes are closed, breathing steady, but controlled and methodical. It’s taking her a lot of effort to remain still. The tent itself seems a reflection of that same, barely controlled chaos. The blankets and pillows are colourful, unmatched. There are books strewn about and organised in a way that Gale is sure must make sense to Iris, but is lost to him. A silver bowl of small trinkets that Iris found particularly pretty or interesting sits beside her bedroll. She’s very much like a magpie, Gale thinks fondly. 

He turns his attention back to Iris, who has finally opened her eyes to look at him. Her left eye is brighter than earlier, the colour shifts from pink to purple and blue, then green, then back to pink. The marks- which he had thought were simply a collection of intricate tattoos when he first met her- are still moving. Her hair, usually brown and far darker, looks lighter. The pink strands (easily mistaken for grey hairs if one didn’t look close enough) have grown in number, and they too have taken on the same glow. 

“You scared?” Iris asks suddenly, and even though her voice is teasing, Gale can hear the barely concealed and, admittedly familiar, self-loathing in it. 

“Never,” Gale answers without hesitation. “Never with you.” And he means it. 

Iris hums. “Then for a wizard, you aren’t very smart.” She sounds resigned, but grateful all the same. 

“My confidence is not often misplaced. I’m sure I can handle myself, sorcerer.” 

Both of them are smiling now. Gale watches as Iris takes another steadying breath and closes her eyes again. She seems controlled, but he can see the slight shake of her hands which are clenched tightly into fists where they rest on her knees. 

“I was working on translating the book we found,” Gale begins speaking. It’s nothing of importance, just a simple journal they had found in an abandoned house. It was written in dwarvish, which was, of course, easy enough for Gale to work through quickly. 

“Oh? Find anything interesting?” She knows that he’s only talking to distract her from the rush of the Wilds that threaten to overtake her. He’s keeping her grounded, and she’s more than thankful. 

Gale continues to explain what he found in the pages of the tattered book. It truly was just a journal. It didn’t have any special knowledge to impart, only the gossip of the nearby town and the author’s thoughts on it. While it wasn’t anything important, it did provide quite the entertaining read. It was a dramatic novella in its own right. Gale notes that he wouldn’t be surprised if much of the stories inside were rife with dramatic embellishments, and Iris laughs when he suggests that perhaps they’ve merely stumbled upon someone’s (unjustly) rejected manuscript, given some of the notes in the margins. 

“Thank you,” Iris says quietly when silence falls between them again. “It’s easier to bear with someone else around.” 

“I am happy I could help then.” Gale studies the marks on her skin again. They have not slowed in their movements or dimmed, but Iris does seem to be calmed significantly. “Is it painful? If you don’t mind me asking, of course. I understand if you don’t wish to speak of it.” 

Iris is silent again for a moment. 

“It’s not painful, at least not exactly. It’s like… electricity beneath my skin. Like when your arm or your leg goes numb when you rest on it for too long. There’s a longing too, like I need to go back, or I need to bring it here. It kind of feels like treading water in the middle of high tide.” 

Gale nods. Though he can’t exactly understand, the discomforts of the orb are enough for him to sympathise. 

“And the marks?” 

“I swear I can feel them. It’s a familiar feeling- like an old friend, if that makes sense. They don’t cause any discomfort themselves though, if that’s what you meant. They feel a little cold or a little too warm sometimes, but that’s it.” Iris puts a hand to her cheek instinctively, feeling the marks there while she talks about them. 

Gale shifts closer to her and raises a hand slowly. 

“May I?” His hand stills while waiting for Iris to answer. 

“Go ahead,” she answers after some thought. No one has ever been this close when she’s like this, and the realisation of how willingly he’s here with her is dizzying in a pleasant way. 

Gale runs his fingers along the pink patterns that swim across her cheek and down her jaw. They’re cold to the touch, just as Iris said they would be, and inhumanely so. It’s strange, the cold does not spread to the rest of her face, it is contained only in the marks themselves. 

Iris can focus on nothing but the look on Gale’s face. There isn’t apprehension or fear, the expressions she’s grown accustomed to people regarding her with. It’s curious, yes, but also caring. He wants to know more about her because he cares. When Gale moves to hold a lock of her hair, examining the pink strands within it, she realises this is the closest anyone has been to her ever, even without the Wilds calling her. 

“Have you always had them?” Gale asks. “I will admit, I’m at quite a loss when it comes to the nature of sorcerers’ magic.” 

“Not always.” She doesn’t hold the same reservations she usually does when it comes to telling people how she fell into her powers, not with Gale. “I always had my magic though, at least to some extent. I think there’s a Fey branch somewhere in my mom’s family tree. The whole story is a little long.” Iris is ready to leave it there; not because she doesn’t want to, but because it’s not a conversation that normally interests people outside of giving them a reason they should tread just a little more carefully around her. 

“Well, I think we have more than enough time. Though don’t let me force your hand.” Gale has returned his hands to his lap, and Iris finds herself missing his touch far more than she thinks she ought to. 

“When I was a child, I managed to stumble into the Feywild. Of course, it was less of a stumble, and more that I was pulled into it, I’m sure. I spent a lot of my time there. Titania was quite fond of me, and she wasn’t keen on the idea of returning me home- though, neither was I at the time. I was just a kid, and the idea of playing all the time with no bedtime and getting whatever I wanted was incredibly appealing. I would say that she ‘taught’ me magic, but it was more of her giving it to me and then having to teach myself so I could actually manage it. I had to be good at it too if I wanted to remain in her favour. Fey blood or not, I’m still human, which meant my acceptance in the court was very much conditional. So long as I entertained her, I could stay.” 

Gale looks genuinely interested. He believes her too, which is not something that Iris is used to. Most people think she’s a liar the moment she mentions the Seelie Queen. Gale only seems surprised that the two are on a first name basis. 

“I was there for ten years- well… it felt like ten years to me. One day it was like I suddenly woke up, and I wanted to leave- she wasn’t happy with that idea. She tried to keep me there. I didn’t know what I was doing, I just knew I wanted out.” Iris pauses for a moment, trying to think. “Now, the best way I can explain Wild magic is that it bends to the will of the caster. Your desires shape it, and it takes the form that you will it to. I can only assume that it’s similar to working the Weave, in a sense, but it’s more… I don’t know. It’s less of an academic kind of thing, and more instinct. It’s a feeling.” Iris almost expects Gale to object to her explanation somehow, but instead he only nods in understanding. “You open yourself to the Wilds, and you have to shape the magic that comes out. That’s why there are the surges, because it’s hard to just start and stop the magic- and it’s more difficult when you’re upset. When I tried to leave, understandably, I was very upset. I was scared, I was angry, I was desperate. I knew it was going to take a lot to get me home. So I opened myself up to the deepest wells of magic that the Feywild has to offer. I knew it was the kind of magic that the Seelie Queen used, and I thought I could do it too. It worked, but it was too much for me, and it never really left.” Iris gestures to the marks on her face. She takes a few deep breaths before she continues. Gale is patient with her. 

“My parents were happy to see me, relieved to finally have their daughter back… but they were old. Very old. It felt like ten years to me, but it was nearly forty here. I didn’t have very long with them once I was home.” 

“I’m sorry.” Gale’s hand reaches out and Iris holds it, thankful for the regained contact. 

“It’s alright. I got to see them again, at least.” 

The buzzing beneath her skin has faded considerably. It’s easier to focus now, and every moment isn’t spent suppressing the urge to give in to the Wilds. The glow still remains, but it has dimmed a little. Gale must notice too, because he smiles slightly. 

“Thank you for staying.” Iris pauses. “And for listening,” she adds. 

“You’re very welcome. I would be happy to talk like this again, full moon or not.” 

Then, Iris surprises both of them by moving forward and hugging him. Then Gale surprises her by returning the embrace. He holds her with just as much feeling, uncaring about how dangerous she has the potential to be. In the grand scheme of things, he could be dangerous too, maybe even in a similar way. 

They fit together well. Two people who hold remnants of the very magic that threatens them inside themselves. One who went to every length to keep the approval of the one who gave him magic, and the other who gave up everything just so she could escape them. Both of them reached for magic incomprehensible to them. Both of them held it in the palm of their hands. Both of them were punished for it. 

Iris is the first to pull back. 

“You should go get some sleep. I’ll be fine now, it’s calmed down a lot,” she says. Gale looks like he’s about to object, but is cut off by a yawn that overtakes him instead. 

“If you’re certain,” he says after. “I hope you are able to get some rest as well. Goodnight, Iris.” 

“Goodnight, Gale,” Iris answers, smiling. 

The pull of the Wilds is practically a whisper. It’s the first somewhat peaceful sleep Iris has gotten during a full moon that she can remember. 

[thefathersbride]

CAIVYRE (bg3) // OLGA SIDNEY (fo 4) IRIS HAWKE (da 2) // ELEANOR STRAND (fc5)

@fenharel tagged me to create some of my OCs using this meiker - thank you very much! it has been a good while since I did these tag games, but it was fun to get back into it - plus, now my Sole is making her public debut :)

I tag, without any obligations as always, @glowwormsmith @duskhaven @alyssalenko @baldurians @starsandskies @zevlor and YOU, if you have not been tagged yet!

(reposting because i forgot the tags the first time)

[edoniancommander]

alright i've hoarded these long enough BG3 DOODLE BLAST!!!!

featuring mainly iris my drow fighter gal who's currently living through two playthroughs rn. someone help her

[drudragonrose]

Baldur's Gate 3 Custom Characters

The Heros ~

Sestri ~ Matched to Karlach

Age ~ 35

Race ~ Asmodeus Tiefling

Class ~ Artificer ~ Battle Smith

Life before the tadpole ~

Sestri ran from Avernus along with the other Teifling, She worked with Dammon in the forge but had been there longer. Long enough to lose her legs in an accident. The others in the forge made new legs for her and accommodated her as she learned to use them to get around. She learned then started to improve upon them. Her legs make it so she can go further than most but they will always clank or make the sound of heavy footfalls making it so you can hear Sestri coming before you see her. She learned to work with Infernal Iron which is a passion for her. Transfem.

Personality ~

She’s a hyper orange cat type, always rushing to see what she can study or repurpose. She will always say what she means, even if it hurts someone’s feelings. She’s not trying to be mean but she just doesn’t see the point in sugarcoating. That and she’s a horrible liar, it would be the only time that she stammers and seems unsure of herself. Well, one of the only times. Karlach also brings her to a loss of words.

Lavender ~ Matched to Shadowheart

Age ~ 46

Race ~ Half Elf, Half Drow

Class ~ Paladin of Salune ~ Oath of Devotion

Life before the Tadpole ~

Lavender was doing recondense work for her enclave. Even before she knew what it was, there was a large influx of people that seemed to change faith overnight. She had vowed her sword to Salune and no one can shake her from her belief though she is a bit unique about it. Because of her drow mother, she believes that without Shar there would be no Salune for they are the dark and light side of the moon. It’s what drew her to Shadowheart in the first place. That and the fact that the woman needed more help than she was letting on. She lived with her elven mother, her drow mother having gone back to the Underdark a long time ago. Lavender hopped that she got off easy but she knew that the woman was most likely dead given what she knew of Drow culture.

Personality ~

She can come off as brash at times but with a winning smile and a joke she can play it off. Like the moon that she warships she has a darkside that she works to keep in check. She isn’t foolish about it though, sometimes for peace there must be war. There is a calculating side to her that she used to the benefit of those on her side. She can be pushy when she thinks she’s right and stubborn to a fault like a steamroller when she has set her sights on someone.

Iris ~ Matched to Astarion (Spawn)

Age ~ 150

Race ~ Glasya Tiefling Dhampir

Class ~ Warlock ~ Hexblade

Before the Tadpole~

She was the personal guard to the archdevil Megara, a powerful necromancer and an advisor to Asmodeus.  Her father was a vampire lord who wanted to use her to replace his lost love. She signed the deal with a devil to get away from her father and creator. Megara gave Iris her sword and her new look. She was working on hunting down a devil that stood to go against the tyrant of the Hells. She had almost found his place in Balder’s Gate when she was kidnapped.

Personality ~

Iris has one master and make that abundantly clear. Rebellious by nature with the poise to back it up. She had a talent for causing chaos. As bombastic as she is, Iris doesn’t like to be in the spotlight. She learned something from her days as a lord’s daughter. Intelligence is her game and she is good at it. Iris knows how to talk to others in order to gain secrets from them. With all her skills in manipulation, which only grew with her time in the Nine Hells, she tries to her best to be honest with the people that she’s close to.

Tsubaki ~ Matched to Gale (Human)

Age ~ 40

Race ~ Wood/ Astral Elf

Class ~ Cleric of Mystra Lurue

Before the Tadpole ~

Tsubaki comes from a family touched by the divine. While her grandmother was druid, her mother had turned her talents to healing through The Weive. She said her vows to Mystra and used her blessings to take care of the people in the small town she had lived in outside of Neverwinter. She was on her way to Balder’s Gate on a feeling that she got. There was trouble and her goddess wanted her to look into it it was on her way that she was snatched up.

Personality ~

Tsubaki is endlessly giving both to her benefit and her detriment. She loves to cook and make potions. Anything to sustain those around her. She’s the type to give someone a bigger piece of a sandwich to someone else. The whole of it if she sees their need is greater. She takes people at her word but, even with the short time that she’s been outside her village, knows to keep a wiery eye on them until proven wrong.

Opal ~ Matched to Wyll (Blade of Avernus)

Age ~ 24

Race ~ Styx Tiefling

Class ~ Collage of Spirits Bard

Before the Tadpole ~

Opal comes from a family that lived on the River Styx. Her heritage allows them to be able to map out the chaotic river and be immune to the river’s effects. Even when she’s not on the waters, guiding souls to their hereafter, she can see spirits which happens when the gift is particularly strong in her bloodline. She can also get visions of the past when she touches things or people. She was following a trail set by spirit who could not move on until a great wrong was set right. The tadpole has broken down some of the barriers that she had been able build up, making her powers more erratic for a while.

Personality ~

She gives off the appearance of being quite spacy but she is observant to the point that it can be insulting at times. She loves music and will often hum to herself when nothing is going on. She cultivates a persona of being soft-spoken until she’s cornered or has to perform, She will always give a small song while on a river or ocean as a beacon for those dead while on the water.

Thempeth ~ Matched to Ly’zel

Age ~ 39

Race ~ Amaphyst  Dragonborn

Class ~ Way of the Four Elements Monk

Before the Tadpole ~

The dragonborn came from a high mountain top where the Order of the Jade Dragon. Those who can find it are welcome to train in their ways. Thempeth was allowed to travel after she completed her training and she started her mission to learn from everyone she came across. She experienced the world’s cruelty and its kindness. She chose to try and help as much as possible to keep the scale that seems to be ever tipping towards darkness. Investigating a disappearance is what lead her on the path to Moonrise before she was picked up.

Personality ~

She a chipper soul, just happy to be alive. She does take her physicality and the balance within herself very seriously. Being dragonborn she doesn’t really understand human emotions though she does try and empathise. She lives for coffee and is a rather grumpy dragon without it.

Sunako ~ Matched to Halsin

Age ~175

Race ~ Astral Elf

Class ~ Star Druid

Before the Tadpole ~

The family line is blessed by Lurue, goddess of magic and healing. Sunko was taught to go were the stars guide her which lead her to Moonrise at the moment of the first war against Kethric Thorm. She had been much younger then and much more inexperienced. She vowed to come back when the time was right and finish what was started. She diudn’t expect to run into her granddaughter along the way, more over she didn’t expect to meet up with Helsin again.

Personality ~

The stars rule her, the moon is her guide. Because of how she grew up she’s detached from others but she does care in her own way. Fiercely protective of those she considers her family, she has to be with the dangers in the Astral. While she tries not to show it she’s a bit sensitive about her looks, wrinkles and age having caught up to her all at once when she crossed over to the Material.

[tarisbackyard]

Thinking about my Kalach-cha Andrea (mage, Tav's mom) and my Tav Iris now, how maybe Andrea went insane at the beginning of the Spellplague like so many other mages, how this manifested in symptoms similar to dementia, and how horribly traumatising this was for Iris.

Also maybe how Iris inherited Gith's sword from Andrea, and how she gives it to Orpheus.

Like, the whole thing with making Tav a descendant of Kalach-Cha was just a thing cause I like having all my Forgotten Realms be related somehow, but in hindsight the themes surrounding the Githyanki in each of their stories works out really nicely.

Maybe after I replayed NWN2 I'll sit down and write a little ficlet about this.

[zeequicks]

so. Well. my durge run ended up being a halsin romance speedrun. ever since that Scene I've had willow smith's meet me at our spot (!!) in my head so um this is iris meeting her big druid in the woods. nsfw under the cut

[leopardmuffinxo]

Karlach, I like you, but we hardly know each other.

[bardic-inspo]

Here's is my pink lady Durge. Her name is Iris and she's a circle of the moon druid. Being pink, unfortunately, doesn't hide her blushes or her thirst for violence from a certain vampire spawn. 👀

[naniksstuff]

Why my character looks cool only when she’s a baddie?? 👿

[soulessjourney]

Voilà

Paring: Astarion x fem!DurgTavReader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: You and Astarion get into a fight when you decide to duel Orin on your own resulting in your life being taken.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Mentions of Violence, Injuries, Mentions of death

You were fully aware that slipping away in the dead of night to confront Orin would constitute a betrayal of not only your group's trust but also that of the one person who loved you unconditionally. It should have been evident to you that the moment someone woke and found you absent from your bedroll, they would alert the others, and a search would ensue. You should have anticipated their eventual arrival at the temple, where Astarion, practically on his knees, would plead with you not to proceed with the duel. Yet, despite this, there you stood, facing Orin as she circled you, eyeing you as though you were her next prey.

"My, look at you," Orin sneers, her gaze cold as she addresses you. "Father's favorite standing here begging me like a fool. I had hoped killing you would’ve left you dead. I should’ve known that wouldn’t be the case, not when you were his perfect little killer." She spits as she circles you, her disdain clear. Standing taller, you choose to ignore how she has taken on your appearance.

"Oh, how easy it would be to act as you, to torment your little friends until they beg for death," she continues, her voice mocking, her finger trailing against your armor.

Your gaze wanders to the side, spotting your companions watching you, their eyes filled with worry and fear. You had promised you wouldn’t face Orin alone, but part of you knew you had to. You had to break free from your father once and for all. Your heart cracks when your gaze finally lands on Astarion, who is resting on his knees, pure fear adorning his features. Your eyes soften at the sight of him. How you wanted to crawl towards him and hide in the safety of his arms. But you know that if you don’t go through with this, the chances of waking with his blood on your hands will only increase as time goes on. Turning back to Orin, you curl your lip in defiance.

"I don’t want to be his Chosen, Orin. You can take the role if you want it so bad," you snap.

Orin lets out a twisted laugh as she reverts to her true form. "Oh, but you are his Chosen, and the only way to stake my claim is to kill you. So hold still, you pretty little thing, and I’ll make it quick," she mumbles, trailing the tip of her dagger against the side of your neck, nicking the skin and causing your blood to bead against the wound. A hiss escapes your mouth as your eyes narrow into a warning gaze. It's clear she wants a duel to the death, and you are determined to protect your friends, even if it means going down with her.

As a yell tears through your throat, you make the first move, lunging at Orin and swiping your sword in her direction. She gracefully steps back, hissing at you in response. "Dirty way to play, little thing," she hums, just as light shoots up from the ground around her, and she takes on a more monstrous appearance, a slayer form. It's evident she won't make the fight easy, and you are well aware of that fact.

A screech fills the room, its echo bouncing off the walls. Astarion stumbles forward, his breath catching in his throat. "Tav, get out of there! She'll kill you," he snaps. Keeping your back to him, you clear your throat, watching as Orin lunges towards you, her daggered nails tearing into your skin. With a yelp, you jump back, your hand flying up to grasp your wounded arm. You stare at the monster in front of you, your eyes focused on its shape. This is what you were destined to take on if you had killed Isobel or Astarion. Clenching your jaw, you swing again, catching the skin of the Slayer, causing it to screech and its eyes to narrow in on you.

Both of you engage in a frenzied dance, slashing at one another for what feels like an eternity. Exhausted and drenched in blood and grime, you're unsure whose it is - yours, hers, or both. Orin lunges at you again, knocking you to the ground as she swings her claws, tearing into your armor. Distant screams of your companions implore you to fight back, but you're just so weary. Your gaze flickers in and out of focus as Astarion's pleas echo in your ears. Weakly reaching for the sword that was knocked from your hand moments ago, you drive it into Orin just as she moves in for the final blow. Another screech fills the room before Orin’s body collapses onto you, pinning you down. Letting out a cry, you lie there, struggling to catch your breath. The barrier between you and your friends dissipates, and they rush to your side, with Shadowheart and Halsin dropping to their knees to tend to your wounds.

Your eyes scan their faces until they lock onto Astarion's. His expression is blank, but tears stream down his cheeks. You remember him confessing how much you meant to him and how he'd rather endure Cazador’s rule than lose you. Yet here you are, lying in a pool of your own blood, likely realizing his worst fear.

Amidst the faint chatter of the butler nearby, your attention snaps to the familiar sound of your father’s voice. “Child of slaughter. I come to give you your inheritance,” he declares. Pushing the others aside, you rise slowly, confronting the moving reflection in the pool of blood at your feet. “I have a gift for you, Child. You will use it to lacerate this world.”

Shaking your head in defiance, your gaze darts around as you reject his words. “I’d rather die than live in your twisted image.” you declare. “I refuse to be associated with you; you are no father of mine.” A surge of fear courses through you as silence envelops the room.

“You reject my blood, and so I will reclaim it,” he retorts. Your eyes widen in horror as your bones snap and a scream tears through your throat. “I will find another who is worthy.” You're unsure of what happens next; all you can hear is Astarion's horrified scream and see him sprinting towards you as your body crumples to the floor.

---

You felt like you were drifting through a dark abyss, with no sign of light in sight. The chill seeped into your bones, and the desperate urge to call out for Astarion clawed at your heart. Fear surged through you as you curled inward, tears streaming down your face. You had died, leaving your companions behind, abandoning Astarion after he practically pleaded with you to stay away from Orin. He had vowed to find a way to free you from your father, but you had ignored his pleas. The realization jolted you awake. He must be terrified. Astarion had confessed that you were the person he trusted most, and you had shattered that trust. You reached for your chest, trying to soothe the ache that lingered there.

With a small whimper, you suddenly jerked, feeling as though you were being propelled back towards something. The dark surroundings blurred as you were thrown further. Air rushed into your lungs as your eyes snapped open. Rolling onto your hands and knees, you retched onto the floor. When you finished, white strands fell across your face, catching your attention. You furrowed your brow; you were sure you never had white hair. Those dark strands with a deep red hue haunted your dreams, a reminder of your blood relation to Bhaal.

A hand rested on your back, and you slowly lifted your head to find Karlach standing before you. You had expected to see Astarion, but he was nowhere to be found. "Hey there, soldier," Karlach murmured, helping you to your feet. "Take it easy; it's not every day someone returns from the dead," she said with a gentle chuckle, supporting you with her arm.

Shadowheart approached with a smile, remarking, "It seems white hair is the theme of redemption." She examined you for any injuries, noticing your gaze searching for Astarion among your companions. "He's gone; he left after Withers began chanting," she said softly, guiding you away from Karlach for better support. As you stumbled out of the tower, your heart sank. Astarion wasn't there when you woke up, and you couldn't blame him. You had betrayed him, and his absence weighed heavily on you.

He was quick to pull away, shaking his head. "You don’t understand, do you? You died. I lost you, and you will never know what that feels like. Having to watch your body go limp, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t save you. Each time I blink, all I can see is you crumbled on the ground, lying in your own blood. Your skin was so cold, Tav. I couldn’t feel that warmth every time you hugged me or held me as we slept. You weren’t looking at me with those beautiful eyes of yours anymore; no, they were hidden behind your eyelids. You were gone, Tav, and I never want to experience that ever again." Your shoulders fell at the sound of his voice cracking. You had truly crushed him, and you knew it would bring on new trust issues between the both of you, and you would spend your entire life making it up to him.

"You’re right, I don’t know what it’s like. I’m so sorry, my Star. I never wanted to hurt you. I wanted to do everything in my power to protect you from myself, even if it meant risking my own life. You mean the world to me, and I never want to put you in harm's way. Not like I did, ever again. I’m here now, and I don’t plan on leaving your side ever again." Your eyes searched his for any sign of rejection, but there was none. He only nodded and pulled you into a crushing hug, his tears falling onto your shoulder.

"Please don’t leave me like that again. I couldn’t begin to think about what happened to you. If Withers wasn’t able to bring you back, I wasn’t sure how I would be able to go on. I would’ve been so lost without you to lecture me about my bad habits or to call me out on my poor decisions. Promise me you’ll never do that again." His arms tightened around you as you brought your arms up to wrap them around his middle.

"I promise, I’ll always be right here." And you would keep that promise, even if it meant jumping from one lifetime to the next, you would always find Astarion and hold him close. You may have saved him from himself, but he was your savior in more ways than one.

[charmedcleric]

Bruh I miss playing my tav iris so I’m gonna start a new run with her again cause she’s my sweet girl and i miss her face

I’m also gonna start drawing her and posting more of her lore and screenshots of her progression as a character as I don’t actually have that many screenshots of her

Plus she is going to look a little different late act 2/ act 3 compared to act 1 and early act 2

This is my sweet Iris btw she’s my paladin/sorcerer ☺️

Alsoooo I’m gonna do the same for my criminal tav cause she is kinda chaotic and I love her crazy ass. Her name is Winter, she is a ranger/rogue and works for nine-fingers.

Her name is actually Dawn but she goes by the nickname Winter as nine-fingers says it’s a more suited name for her as she can be quite icy lmao