#so bg3 character creator is a blessing

[ahahnopenope]

Hazard (Dark Urge), Monk Open Hand Romanced Astarion

Age unknown.

[uldren-sov]

BG3 Act 1 asks: For Synne 1, 2, and 24 👀

Aw tyty for the ask!! <33

Tell us about your Tav! Name, class and subclass, race, pronouns. Do you have a headcanon for where they're from? Their family? Are they a Dark Urge? Or did you choose an Origin Character? Was it an easy decision?

Her name is: Synnaeth Ama'stacia, a High Elf from [Insert Elf City Here] and goes by she/her!

She's a Silver Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer (ice, ice, baby) and I've been enjoying the gameplay SO much. Nothing beats being able to double up on big spells in one turn.

Synne is an Origin Character and as my first PT it was easy to choose but more and more I'm looking forward to my Durge playthrough.

Edit:(Because I didn't see the bit about her family) So I imagine that her family are nobility or at least well enough off to hold a level of esteem, due to their magical and political prowess. The family itself is obsessed with maintaining that level of status and power, especially given the illustrious and powerful pact with a positively ancient silver dragon -- who still to this day protects and empowers the family line.

As a result, Synne herself is a product of generations of careful breeding to create not only another sorcerer (which is purposefully common in her family) but the vessel for this ancient being's power which has not cropped up in many generations now. Like any other expected prodigy, she began training at a young age to tap into her connection with the Weave and master herself so as to not be consumed by the "blessing" of this dragon spirit's attention. (For no matter how benevolent the dragon may be, it is still a curse to be so burdened so young by such power and attention.)

She was chosen and from that point on her family expected perfection and she rose to the occasion. Eventually her family's ambition takes them to baldurs gate to confirm a new status as emissary between the cities sealed with a potential betrothal years in the making ...

But everything changed once the mind flayers attacked.

(Also, she has an older brother who is only proficient enough with the Weave to be an Eldritch knight :) you can imagine the family's shame)

Was there something about the character creator that just couldn't capture your Character? Please tell us about their hair, facial hair, tattoos, piercings, disabilities, their trans or intersex body, or anything else you're comfortable sharing. (2)

As pretty as the scale options are, and the metallic choices are GORG, I wish there would have been an ability to make her more dragon-like without going full dragonborn. Also tried my best for silver hair.

She was born a sorcerer of course, but I do not think she was born with the draconic power. She was training from a very young age to prepare for it and once it awakened in her, when she was still very young, she began to gain the scales and grow silver hair.

Was your illithid tadpole empowered by anything in Act 1? If so, how does your Character feel about that? (24)

It was! But just barely.

It's more a point of ego that she do just enough to survive against any more attempts at psionic control from the Absolute at Act 1, but nothing more than that. She will live and die on her own power, much of it is simply because of an expectation that she can become powerful enough to not need the help but also just simply a matter of pride.

[estevnys]

1,2, 9, 31, & 35 for ophielora plsss

BG3 Act 1 Asks

HEHE THANK YOUUU ilysm

(1) Tell us about your Tav! Name, class and subclass, race, pronouns. Do you have a headcanon for where they're from? Their family? Are they a Dark Urge? Or did you choose an Origin Character? Was it an easy decision?

okay if im being honest i am a BIT SCARED of the dark urge so i haven't made one yet. i went straight for an original tav for my first playthrough her name is ophielora. she is a circle of the land druid, though i do think if we expand out to like. "official dnd" classes, she might be circle of stars instead she is not from baldur's gate, my headcanon is that she was just in the city for a few days trying to "find herself" and "learn things" when she gets picked up by the mindflayer ship (just her luck). she is actually from from a large stretch of woods nearby-- the wood of sharp teeth. while she is definitely not a werewolf, her circle's perferred forms are unusually wolves and other carnivores. she also refers to her family as her "pack."

she has two "happy" parents-- one of them being a human archdruid and her mother being a creature called a hamadryad who is. . . an interesting character. her father is your classic druid elder, who, after being blessed with a child from the great oak they worship, was kind of put entirely in charge of raising her. she has a lot of her dad's mannerisms, but a bit of weirdness of being from a non-human bloodline. her family also has some type of connection to mielikki, daughter of sylvanus and goddess of the hunt. she is a life cleric for the build in game but i dont think she's actually that religious.

she sometimes says or does weird things that a "civilized" person would not. nakedness doesn't bother her, neither does being in animal form for long periods of time. she also is. . . incredibly unlucky and awkward. she often says the wrong thing at the wrong time. but! she is VERY friendly. she is the type of person that can & will talk to anyone and everyone. she is kind, to an aggressive degree. it's a bit of naivity, which she grows out of, and a bit of "i want to be good. i want to be so good it hurts"

she looks like this!!!

(2) Was there something about the character creator that just couldn't capture your Character? Please tell us about their hair, facial hair, tattoos, piercings, disabilities, their trans or intersex body, or anything else you're comfortable sharing

HEHE.... HRMMM okay i think it captures her Pretty well? i do think she should have little pointy teefs. i think also she has a few more piercings than just her nosering, all of them main from animal bones. her hair is a strange mix of red and blonde, likely due to her dryad blood, but she likes it! she wears it in a high ponytail braid combo. i imagine she spends a lot of time braiding/weaving flowers and branches in her hair. for a while i had her wearing a little circlet which i think is cute <3

she is a bisexual cis female! i don't think she's particularly curvy or anything, probably more on the skinny/flat-chested side of things. she is very short hehe. probably around 5'2", which makes for a lot of dropped jaws when her dire wolf form is like twice to size of her human form.

(9) Do you have a favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees? Is it the same as your Character's?

i loooove rolan i spin him around in my head. i think ophie and alfira get along very well! ophie lovessss to dance <3

(31) Does your Character have new or old phobias or superstitions that affect their story?

okay i LOVE this question even though i don't know the answer. i think she is VERY careful to speak to every animal she sees. she also believes that like. undead things are very necessary for the circle of life? i think its part of why she's so fine with astarion being a vampire.

i think she has a bit of a guilt complex like... she has such terrible luck she gets trapped a lot in these like. . . depressive episodes? she (and her mother) call them her "winters". she feels like she must being doing SOMETHING wrong to feel like this, and so she tries to counteract that with being Forcibly Good at every opportunity she can.

(35) Has your Character done anything that they regret in Act 1?

I MAY HAVE PRESSED THE WRONG BUTTON AND LAUNCHED THE GNOME THAT WAS STUCK TO THE WINDMILL HALFWAY TO BALDURS GATE AND IT IS TOTALLY CANON TO OPHIE'S STORY. SHE THINKS ABOUT IT ONCE A DAY :(

she also feels a Bit Bad about killing all the goblins in the camp

[svartalfhild]

Rubatosis: for whichever grouping from Black Dice Society you'd like. | Selcouth: for The Knight Stars. | Psithurism: I don't know if you have a Baldur's Gate 3 'canon' character yet, but if you do... Or just... something from that series.

Bless you for all this DnD, friend.

Rubatosis: the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat

Sleep did not come easily to Brother Uriah Macawber the night after he had discovered his true parentage. As he and his friends laid down to rest in their tent at the Carnival, he felt as though he would never be comfortable enough to sleep again. His muscles couldn't relax, and though he had taken off his heavy coat and chainmail, he still felt the weight of them on his body.

One by one, Uriah's companions fell asleep or went into repose, and the silence gave him no comfort. It only allowed him to hear the beat of his own heart, which he now knew was a heart born from dark magic. The blood in his veins was that of Azalin Rex, and it sickened him to think of it, but here in the stillness of the tent, there was nothing else. He was almost afraid to go to sleep. What if his creator took over his body while he was unconscious and hurt his friends?

Uriah looked up at the undead angel who sat right beside him, staring off into the distance in the same sort of eerie meditation that she did every night. Nahara was beautiful and kind and capable and he feared her coming to harm most of all. She had bound herself to Azalin in hopes of protecting Uriah long before she had even known that he was Azalin's unwitting son, and now...now he had to wonder if Azalin would use him to punish her if she stepped out of line. Or perhaps he would simply take him one day and leave her with nothing for her bargain.

A darker part of Uriah considered waking Fen and asking her to kill him so that Azalin could never use him to hurt anyone, but his rational mind knew that that ultimately wouldn't solve anything. Fen had promised to take him out only if it was absolutely necessary and not before, so in the meantime, he needed to push aside his fear and focus on being there for all those who needed him.

He quietly sent out a prayer to Ezra, Lady of the Mists, asking that she protect his friends and give him the strength to one day be free of Azalin Rex. In his exhausted state, he thought the soft glow of Nahara's white irises had taken on a misty quality. When he blinked, however, it was gone.

The sound of a gentle breeze outside the tent filled the silence and lulled Uriah to sleep at last.

Selcouth: unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful

The Feywild was...a lot to take in for the theatrical troupe known as The Knight Stars. Everything was so much. This was life at its most vibrant and free. Cael, a drow who had spent most of his 200+ years in the Underdark, had to blink several times just to adjust his eyes to the concept of this much color. Cinder, their tiefling pyrotechnics expert, self-consciously held her lantern staff closer, afraid the fire would catch. Heliodoro, their half-orc front man and holy warrior, gazed up at the enormous trees with wonder, commenting that they put even the oldest parts of the High Forest to shame. Mornath, their writer, was a wild mage, and the energy of this place resonated so strongly with the chaos in her blood that she felt like she was vibrating. Rue, the one true bard among them, had learned the artistic traditions of the fey, and for her, being here was almost like coming home at last.

Rue took out her hurdy-gurdy and began to sing a merry song in Halfling. She danced down the mossy path before them, and the world seemed to dance with her. Leaves rustled, flowers turned to face her, and branches swayed to the rhythm of the music. She was in tune with the land, and it reacted according, making the most strange and wonderful sight the troupe had ever seen.

Psithurism: the sound of wind rustling leaves

(note: I don't have a canon BG3 character yet, but I felt my tiefling cleric would work best for this idea.)

It was one of the better nights since escaping the illithid ship, Haven thought. The moon was full, a good omen from Selûne, the goddess she served, and her privileged companions had stopped complaining about the meals she cooked being "peasant food". After their meal, she left the fireside to sit by the water at the edge of camp and gaze up at the sky in quiet contemplation. She listened to the sound of rustling leaves and the rush of water and tried to find that peace she had been lacking for too long.

But it was not to be.

Haven had only been in a meditative state for a short while before someone sat themselves down beside her, carrying with them the faint scent of wine.

"Why on Toril are you out here? It's much nicer by the fire, and I thought you enjoyed listening to Wyll's heroic stories." At the sound of that familiar lilting voice, Haven glanced over to see Astarion lounging next to her, his red eyes gazing at her with an expression of mild curiosity.

"Why do you care? I thought your stance on me was vague disdain and begrudging respect," she replied, fighting the urge to rub the side of her neck where she had allowed him to bite her the previous night.

"Yes, well, I'm in a good mood, and you're the only person around here who hasn't been acting rather pigheaded about the revelation of my vampirism, so I've reevaluated some things. Of course, that still doesn't mean I approve of your penchant for risking us all to help strangers, but it does mean you're good company this evening," Astarion explained, crossing his legs and offering Haven his wine bottle, which she took a sip from before passing it back.

"I see. My kindness and generosity are only acceptable when they benefit you."

"Exactly. Vampires are selfish creatures, darling; never forget that." Haven did finally touch her neck at this, but she didn't realize she was doing it until Astarion smirked at her. He reached out and brushed aside her dark hair to look at the marks on her blue flesh. "Don't fret, my dear; it won't leave a scar."

"I'm not concerned about that," she told him flatly.

"Ah, then what's vexing you?"

"Nothing. I came over here to quietly contemplate the teachings of my goddess." There was a pause as Astarion tilted his head at her, trying to assess her. She tried to ignore him, looking back up at the stars.

"And what does Selûne have to say about vampires?" he inquired, taking another sip of wine.

"'They are an unholy blight upon the world that must be eradicated.'"

"Then perhaps what's bothering you is that you liked it." Astarion had leaned in so close to say this that Haven could feel his breath against her skin, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Her cheeks flushed purple, and she spitefully flicked sand at him with her tail, but he only laughed. "Don't worry, darling. I won't tell a soul."