#ok hugs for wyll as well please

[blackjackkent]

Hey, Wyll. How you doing, buddy?

"Gods be damned. With that parasite in his brain, father could wreak untold havoc in the Absolute's name. Should Baldur's Gate fall to the Absolute, every one of the Coast's cities will be ripe for the plucking."

Poor guy.

I'm glad Hector and Wyll have been spending a little more time together during this arc. Wyll needs a friend, even if Hector is kind of drowning under everything he's having to carry right now.

I think Hector really respects Wyll a lot, actually. The Blade of Frontiers is supremely dedicated to his principles and willing to sacrifice himself for them, to put aside his own comfort for the benefit of others. Even now - when he would, frankly, have every right to be a little broken down, worrying for his father - he is all fire, worried for the greater good of the Sword Coast and ready to strike out against the threat.

"We're not just fighting for our cure. We're fighting for my father, we're fighting for the Gate, we're fighting for all of Faerun!"

Hector's certainly going to do his best for you, Wyll; I can promise you that.

"The Absolute's cult has Ravengard. Where will they take him?"

"Wyrm's Rock fortress. All travelers to Baldur's Gate flow through it. It serves as headquarters for the Flaming Fist, and their commander - my father. The Absolute's army's on the march. Gods forbid a tadpoled Grand Duke throw open the gates for them."

Well, that gives us a definite next destination at least. Hector is not familiar with Wyrm's Rock (or really much of the city beyond the path to the market where the monastery bought supplies), but we do have one quest whose next stop is at Wyrm's Crossing - the laughing amulet we got back at Grymforge - so that seems like a good sign also.

"What do you know about Gortash and Orin?"

"Orin, I'd never heard tell of. But Gortash I know. Or know *of*, more precisely. A self-styled 'strategic advisor' to Baldur's Gate's peers. A bit player with dreams of a leading role, the way father told it. He had no use for Gortash, and even less for his 'advice.' I don't remember much beyond that. But where these 'Chosen' are concerned, I have a suspicion we're about to know more than we'd like."

Unfortunately, that's probably true.

Everyone's stories are certainly lining up, if nothing else. The consistent image we've gotten about Gortash is that he's an upstart who is climbing into the upper class by any means necessary; he sounds thoroughly unpleasant and quite dangerous. But no one seems to know what the deal is with Orin, the Bhaal worshipper.

This is a shame because I really want to know what her deal is. Throne of Bhaal (the final expansion of BG2) ends with Bhaal dead and all his children obliterated for good, with the protag either choosing to renounce their blood and live as a mortal or become a god in their own right. There's not a lot of room there for the worship of Bhaal as he previously existed to still be going on.

(Given Hector's sage knowledge of history and the fact that he knew the historical name of Balthazar suggests to me that he knows all of this, too, and is equally perplexed by it.)

Some twist is still coming.

"Mizora said you can say what led to your pact and exile. It's time I know the whole truth."

"Yes. But first a question. If your home was under siege, what would you sacrifice to save it?"

Hector blinks. The sudden pointed reversal of questioning is not what he was expecting, and he has to consider the question for quite a long time.

Interestingly, the first point on which he becomes stuck is - what is his home? Once he would have answered Silverlight Monastery without question, but he has been through so much, for so many months... he cannot picture himself settling back into the life of the monastery so easily anymore. He has new ties binding him more strongly - to his friends, to Karlach. And in the end it is that which he considers instead, in trying to answer Wyll's question.

If your friends, if the woman you love, were under siege, what would you sacrifice to save them?

"I'd give my life if it meant keeping them safe,"* he answers softly.

"As would I," Wyll says bluntly. "And more." He straightens, looks past Hector into the middle distance with a grim expression. "I was seventeen. Father - Ulder Ravengard - had just been named a grand duke, and was called away to Elturel to help settle a dispute. That's when the Cult of the Dragon made its move."

Narrator: [RELIGION] The Cult of the Dragon - a fractured religion. Some believers hold that undead dragons will inherit the world. Others worship the dragon goddess Tiamat and intend to summon her to Faerun.

Hector nods slowly, remembering dusty pages in the monastery library speaking of the cult and its dark rituals. But one thing has already struck him more than anything else about Wyll's story. Wyll was seventeen when this happened.

"The Grand Duke left a mere boy in charge?" he asks, bewildered. "That can't have gone well."

"Not just a boy," Wyll says, his jaw clenching with determination, with a half-forgotten family pride. "A Ravengard, schooled in the four pillars - courage, insight, strategy, justice."

He pauses, and his shoulders sag a little as the memory presses forward. "A tenday after father left, I heard a whisper as I slept. 'Dusthawk Hill. The Queen of Chaos awakens. Go alone.' I grabbed a rapier and set out. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, yet not a single star was shining. There they were... gathered at the foot of the hill."

Narrator: Your head tingles. Wyll wants to show you what happened.

Allow Wyll to share his memory with you.

Narrator: In the looming shadow of the mount, five groups of five figures each encircle a lofty totem. Atop each totem, a dragon's head is carved, and a massive orb held in its mouth. The cultists chant, first softly, then crying to the starless sky. [RELIGION] There is a crack of thunder, a gust of wind - and a dragon's white head appears in the storm, the first of Tiamat's five heads. As the maelstrom howls, Mizora's lips press to your ear. 'She will destroy Baldur's Gate. Grant me your soul - and I will give you the power to save it,' she whispers.

Hector can feel the cold sharpness of the memory - of the teenage Wyll's fear and pride and determination, and the desperation that led to his answer.

His vision clears to look at Wyll as he is today; there is sadness in the Blade's face, but no regret. "She read the terms while two devils stood witness," he says. "And I said yes. One soul for one city."

Hector frowns. "Surely Mizora doesn't care about Baldur's Gate," he says, puzzled. "Why would she want to save it?"

"She didn't," Will says, somewhat bitterly. "She came on order of her mistress Zariel."

At Hector's side, Karlach flinches instinctively at the name, and her expression twists with grief on Wyll's behalf. "She never stops, does she?" she mutters. Hector can hear her voice crack. "Not for a second."

"Tiamat made a play for power. Zariel had other plans," Wyll goes on flatly. "That's the most Mizora's ever said - all that mattered was that she got her prize - another pet added to her warlock menagerie."

Hector looks at the younger man with a new respect, and more than a little pity. Seventeen years old, to be forced into such a choice, and to accept it on behalf of so many innocents without any hesitation... the courage that must have taken. He does not think that he himself would have such bravery, and certainly not when he was so young.

"Sacrificing your soul to save the city was a brave thing to do," he says gently.

Wyll tips his head to one side and looks at Hector thoughtfully for a moment. There's a slight tug to his lips in an almost-smile, suggesting that he's touched, even gratified, by the compliment. But all he says is, "I don't know that it was brave. I just know that it was right."

There's a long pause before he goes on. "The moment I agreed, I burned with the fires of Avernus and oozed the rot of Dis. The cultists choked on our poisons and burned from our flames. When we were done, all that remained were five greyed orbs atop a pile of ash."

"Is that how you lost your eye?" Hector asks. "In the battle with the Cult of the Dragon?"

"It is," Wyll says with a slight nod. "The one scar I ever bore of it. Mizora replaced it with a sending stone. She uses it to track my location and speak from a distance." His lips twitch in tight frustration. "I could flee to the Spine of the World or the depths of the Lowerdark, and still never shake her."

Hector frowns. "And what about your father, the Grand Duke?"

Wyll's face goes very still. "He returned to an unsuspecting city and a wayward son with a smirking devil at his side. I tried to tell him the truth, but my mouth couldn't form the words. I led him to the battlefield, but Mizora had swept it clean." A long silence. "After, he said only one word. 'Go.' So I did."

Hector's heart twists with regret and sympathy for the boy that Wyll was. He himself has no parents that he can remember, but he can picture the pain that would have come with being turned from his home by those he cared about.

When they find Duke Ravengard again... he hopes he has the chance to tell him of his son's bravery, and make him understand it.

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* Slight artistic license; in-game line is "I'd give my life if it meant keeping the residents safe", but that didn't track with the thought process I had Hector going through. XD

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #ok hugs for wyll as well please #stat #poor guy :(

[blkgirl-writing]

Valentine's day drabble HCs for the men of BG3 x Reader

These are a collection of small drabbles written in different styles for valentines day! Warning Gales is the longest, whoops.

Gale:

Gales cold warm hands grasped around your waist from behind, squeezing your skin gently as he rested his head on your shoulder.

"The earl grey lavender, please-" He kissed your neck softly, speaking in a quiet tone. It was a perfect day inside his tower, the rays of sun beaming through the stained glass, fluttering rainbows across the cozy kitchen. The kettle whistles quieting down as you took it off the stove.

"It's already in the mug, lovely" You gestured to his favorite mug, a heavy stoneware piece decorated with flowers of purple and pink encased in a golden heart, he said it reminded him of when he realized he had loved you. You never fully asked why, but it made enough sense to be sweet.

"How you know me so well." Gale Smiled. You finished pouring the water and handed him his extra-strong tea. He leaned against the counter, blowing on the drink a few times. "Maybe I should have told you earlier, but I do have a surprise for you."

"I thought we said no gifts!" You batted his shoulder playfully, "though I'll admit, I didn't follow that rule either."

"is that so?" Gale leaned in to kiss your lips through a smile. "We just can't seem to help ourselves."

"So what's this gift?" you asked. He set down his own mug, ducking into the pantry to retrieve a box, unwrapped and simple. He placed it on the counter and patiently waited, his excitement barely hidden in his smile.

You opened the small box to reveal a mug, a matching mug to his, but a dark blue with purple and red flowers, with a silver heart. It was gorgeous, less heavy than his and somehow it felt built to hold within your two hands.

"Oh Gale, it's perfect." You kissed his cheek, refusing to let go of the mug quite yet, the hug would have to wait.

"I had it specifically made by the same artist. Tara now has a similar water bowl as well. She felt left out" Gales hand slipped around your waist yet again. "as much as I love it when you steal my mug, I thought it was beyond time you had your own as well."

"Oh so you didn't want me using yours?" Your teasing turned into pecks, which led to kisses- "Your gift is waiting in the bedroom," You smirked, hand caressing his messy hair. "If that's ok, of course,"

"I was secretly hoping that was the case." His hand intertwined with yours, nearly sweeping you off your feet.

Wyll:

Wyll had been staring at you for some time before you'd woken up, the sun shining down on your resting face, the definition of peaceful. Wyll hadn't remembered pure peace, it had been years since he'd felt fully at rest, but with you, calmness was as easy as breathing. All he had to do was look at you, and he remembered serenity.

He had made sure he was the best man for you, the best man he could be. He loved you with all his heart and made sure you felt like a goddess above every waking moment of your lives together, however long that may be. He loved the small moments you shared, like when you'd tripped and nearly fallen, but straight into his arms. "Well I didn't think you'd be falling head over heels for me this fast," He'd said. And you'd laughed and smiled, and he swore he'd do everything to keep that smile on your perfect lips.

He remembered your first date, where he had tried so hard to reserve a seat at the best restaurant in baldurs Gate, but ended up in a dingy bar, getting more drunk with each cup, and instead of spending the night entangled in each other's bodies, you'd shared barely cohesive thoughts and stories from lives long past. He learned your favorite color, your old friendships, and the star that you felt most connected to, the smaller details that never seemed to have enough time for during your big adventure.

Or the time you'd styled his hair into braided buns, which he'd kept in until his hair was frizzy and far past wash day. But you'd worked so hard on it to be perfectly symmetrical that he never wanted to take out your work. He asked you to help him with his hair, after that, not just because you were good at it, which, hells, you'd made him feel confident in himself for the first time since he grew his horns, but because your light touch sent him into a nearly meditative state of bliss. The way your fingers carefully combed through his hair, spending time to detangle each knot with such care that he had barely noticed it at all. And eventually, you'd taught him how to do your hair, too. Eventually wearing matching styles (if he asked politely), and took turns in the "hair chair"

"Honey?" You whispered, groggy and barely awake, "have you been staring at me again?"

"Is it a crime?" Wyll asked, placing a light kiss on your forehead.

"Only if I was drooling"

"Oh, but you look too adorable when you drool." He chucked, holding you closer to his warm chest.

"Shut up..." You pouted, eyes fluttering open and closed, trying to force yourself awake. But sleep had you tight in it's arms, and so did Wyll.

Astarion:

Red was his favorite color, after all. The room was dripping with it, black, gold, and dark, burgundy. Candles dripping hot wax down into careful carafes, soon to be poured and decorating your skin. It was romantic, it was warm, and it was lustful. Astarions eyes never left you, dancing across your body in pure sin, he clearly knew exactly how your night would unfold, and the only hint he'd give you was the devilish smile on his lips.

"It's going to be a long night, hm?"

"Oh yes, darling" Astarion purred, his hand sliding into your hair and pulling downwards, revealing your neck to him. His fangs scraped against your bare skin, but not piercing it, no, that was for later, with much less clothing and a lot more sweat, when all you could see was his snow-white skin and the blood rushing through your veins.

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[ellaria]

I did it. I finally finished my first solo BG3 playthrough.

The little head bop he gives you if you say 'Are you asking me to marry you?' So fuckin' adorable

Look at this lighting. Absolutely(hah) beautiful.

Look at how tenderly he holds your hand with both of his UGHHH

Again, with the look of utter devotion.

I love this kiss so much. How he holds Tav's head while Tav holds his shoulder. Beautiful.

Get it girl. You've earned this ♥♥♥

omfg Tara you are not getting the deets on their sex life lolol

Shut the fuck up Tara, I swear to the gods if you harm his beard I'll be helping him shave you!

Adorable.

Leaving Tara in this one for a little chuckle.

Whoa there Astarion, that was a lot of complements with no barb, are you ok?

there it is lol

Oh I'm just so happy for him, he does seem so much happier. I'm just so misty eyed over them all.

Listen, this was actually my second attempt at this playthrough and in the first attempt I was romancing Halsin. I have feelings and thoughts ok

Ohhhh he's a silly sentimental drunk lol

oh my gosh the way he sounded like he was about to cry nooooooo

Oooooo 'Some one you love' eh Karlach? You and Wyll sure have gotten close ;)

Shadowheart my girl you look soo good AND you asked me for a hug???

omfg and then she makes a jab at my weight xD wtf girl

uhhh ok...

I love this guy

Don't blame me girl, I let the gods pick our dinners.

Of course he gave an interview lol

Is this Alfira? It has to be Alfira!!♥ (I'm reading the letters, it was!)

Oh sweet sweet Dammon

oh this is adorable! Please let me reply!!!

The gang's all here!!!

pfft everyone but Gale gave me money.

I love it. My friends and allies. Also what a good well wish, 'problems worth solving'.

Well, that's it. I did it. I think the last big game I completed was I guess FFXIV Endwalker. But before that it was ME: Andromeda. There are so so so many games I've started and when I was almost to the end I quit. It's so refreshing and nice to finish a game.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #bg3 tav #m-thoughts #bg3 spoilers