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fallen-goldfishcracker · 16 days

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when Wyll Ravenguard said: "Father taught me the four pillars of power: Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice."

and when Wyll said: "My father's words. Hard to argue with them. Florrick spoke true; I'm a Grand Duke's son."

and when Florrick said: "When the Grand Duke returns to the city, he'll hail his only son a hero."

and when Wyll said: "Oh, [my father] pretended to be cross. But there was no hiding the sly grin that crept on his face."

and when Wyll said: "I was a fool at best; a traitor at worst. And the Grand Duke Ravenguard suffers neither."

and when Ulder Ravenguard said: "My son, a monster, twisted beyond recognition. To think my blood flows through those veins."

and when Wyll said: "[Father] reckoned I'd follow in his footsteps... But a duke makes bedfellows with more monsters than he slays. Father called it 'diplomacy'. I called it 'hypocrisy'."

and when Ulder Ravenguard said: "You are a better man than most, and a better son than I deserve."

and when Wyll said: "Wyll Ravenguard. A memory of a memory. A man who belongs to the past."

and when Wyll said: "There will be no Grand Duke Wyll Ravenguard."

and when Wyll said: "Everything I did, I did for Baldur's Gate. I did for you."

and when Ulder Ravenguard said: "Pride of Ravenguard, pride of Baldur's Gate."

and when Wyll said: "There is nothing to forgive."

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moonslittlestar · 8 days

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magical-girl-coral · 3 days

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I got to Wyll's choice a month ago and I am still angry about it. Enjoy this snippet

Mizora: If you agree to sign our new contract, I will not only ensure your father’s survival, but remove the tadpole as well. You will get a healthy and regal father to reunite with. Reject my offer, and your father shall remain Gortash’s puppet until his use runs out and he'll be disregarded and turned into a mind flayer like the rest who've been infected. The choice is all yours, Wyll.

Wyll had fallen to his knees, exhausted and despair radiating off his body. He is done with everything and everyone and just wants the easy out for once. He wants to be free but feels like he would let everyone down if he gives up his powers. This is probably the most he’s been vulnerable since he was seventeen. Mizora made sure to have him this way for this decision. She knew this is how it would turn out and uses it as if it’s a snake aiming for the final strike. (devnote: she smirks as if venom is pouring from her lips because she knows her words are just as toxic)

(devnote: Any decision the player uses to convince Wyll of what they think is best can be done without a persuasion check. He is that fragile right now)

Sign your name, Wyll. We can’t risk losing your father

The Sword Coast needs you, Wyll. Just one more necessary evil to protect them all.

We need your powers for the final fight, Wyll. Just sign the contract and get it over it

Devils are deceivers by nature. Even if you sign your soul, she will get everything she wants. Tell her to fuck off.

Your father's biggest wish was for Baldur’s Gate to be free of all evils. Don’t let her make you think otherwise

Let Wyll choose for himself

[INSIGHT] Something is visibly wrong with Wyll. Read his body language to understand his anguish

[ILLITHID -WISDOM] Wyll’s thoughts are clouded by turmoil. Prob his mind to reach the center of it.

[If the player succeeds the insight check]

Narrator: hunched shoulders. Labored breaths. Shaking hands. Cold sweat. Wyll is panicking from the two roads laid before him. He cannot think for himself and is falling for Mizora’s trap. It seems this state of despair had made him completely forget about the Emperor’s promise to protect his father from the tadpole until the Elder brain is defeated. Perhaps reminding him will help him make the right decision.

[If the players succeeds the Illithid wisdom check]

Narrator: in the center of Wyll’s mind, you feel the coldness of Duke Ravengard as he banishes his only son for dealing with a devil. But you also see the warm prideful smile of a father as Wyll shows his father how he beat his training dummy. The way his father always stood tall even when nobles blamed him for their misfortune. Then you sense Wyll’s stone eye adding more pain to his head just to make it even more difficult for the young Ravenguard to control his inner tempest. Removing her will make it far easier to make a sensible decision.

[Two new options are added to the player decisions above]

[PERSUASION. DC 20 WITH ADVANTAGE IF PLAYER APPROVAL IS ABOVE AVERAGE] The emperor has promised to keep your father safe. He will not be turned into a Mindflayer no matter what Mizora says.

[ILLITHID- WISDOM. DC 20 WITH ADVANTAGE IF PLAYER EMBRACED ILLITHID POWERS] block the stone eye from toying with Wyll’s mental stability.

If the throws are successful, Wyll rejects Mizora's offers and vows to save his father on his own. Fail, and he agrees to sign the contract, having lost complete faith with himself.

#BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #Wyll Ravengard #Wyll

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gortashs-skidmark · 26 days

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙩𝙚'𝙨 𝙈𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 - ρα૨ƭ 3 ♥ BG3 x READER ♥

Let's pray this bitch let's me fucking talk. It did not enjoy the description of the brain-rats last time

♥ PART 1, PART 2, PART 4, PART 5

This fic involves previous DND knowledge! Such as Grand Duke Ravenguard, The Outer City, Blacksmithing, The Descent, The Zhentarim, Bane, and Enver Gortash.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Gender Neutral, un-descriptive looks, No name, MATURE THEMES CONTENT WARNING: Cussing, unfriendly behavior ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ As continued... They didn’t comment and watched your movements as you scuttled to the dock side of the street. What now? Oh! Maybe you should check your backpack. Mmm. No. Not in the Lower City, notorious for criminal behavior, bad idea. Shelter. Look for shelter. ---- Stable shelter made with solid infrastructure, at best. The Lower City was known for its desperate architecture, its wonky rectangular buildings and buttresses littered across the valley shores. Thousands of bustling businesses, shabby stands and gray buildings, thieves to match the competitive sales. —----- It had been hours. You walked along the Outer City, mindlessly. Heapside Strand, Central Wall, Basilisk Gate. Shelter. This is not an active survival instinct of yours. You felt too nervous because of your lacking native-ness among Faerun, and too exhausted to be picky. The combination made you grumpy. As dusk broke, you felt too tired to walk any further. You had reached a dark corner near Bloombridge Park.This was away from important government infrastructure like the Grey Harbour, which you’d surely get kicked out of, you thought. There were plenty of people already living on the streets. Hands turned upwards towards the heavens, palms sweeping with sweat and dirt. Housing didn’t look like an option. You sat yourself against a wall, looking up at the cracked and uneven brick wall in front of you. Maybe 6 minutes went by, maybe 30, 40, even an hour, as you sat. You fell asleep against the tall stone wall, eventually. The heavy backpack wrapped in your scrunched up lap, safely swaddled in your arms. Your rested head on it, it was cold but softly sound asleep. -------

What had happened on your first night, a calm stiff back-aching night, led to a troubled grumpy-you, the next day. You were wandering among the heart of the Lower City, by Sorceries Sundries, Bonecloak’s Apothecary, and Highberry Townhouse. Some wizards were doing a little showcase of their talents out front of ‘Sundries. You were watching from a stonebench, you hadn’t much else to do.

Everyone’s attention suddenly changed, frantic, cheering, booing. You turned your gaze towards the gathering crowd. Grand Duke Ravenguard. Ah-hah. He must’ve returned from Elturel. Its descent would bring an increasing amount of Tieflings, you saw on the streets in your day-to-day life as of now. You slowly stood up from the bench and tried your best to peer over the crowd, from a distance. You saw his bald shiny head and a stern look, and a hint of pride. You heard shouting like “Elturian’s more like smell-turian’s” and “We’ve lost too many good people to their stupid inept leadership choices!” Baldurian’s were certainly creative with their words. Duke Ravenguard must’ve sent troops into Avernus to help the citizens escape and fend of fiends for some time. The Blood War demismated Elturel’s structure. Bound in the skies of Avernus by chains, hovering over the River Styx. To come back to your district and receive criticism after doing the right thing. That sounded shitty. Though, you did harbor some bad feelings for the Grand Duke. His own son was still cast out from home, because of his pact with a fiend. Yet helping humans and Tieflings from Elturel, Baldur’s Gate’s rival, was in his best interest. It’s different when it’s your child, but not when it’s anothers. You understood that point-of-view, mostly because your parents did not always approve of your decisions but couldn’t care but judge, if another person made the choices you had. This was your chance to yell too, be a part of the crowd, show the politically-read side of you. It was an invigorating feeling, the thought of shouting at a Grand Duke. “Your kindness only knows bounds, Wyll Ravenguard knows unbound loyalty to the City, where’s yours Grand Duke??” The Duke’s head shot in your direction. No one else’s did. His nostrils slightly flared and his mouth slanted open a bit, showing his bottom row of teeth. You felt a bit of pride getting his attention, you were the focus of his attention. 1pt You, 0pts Ravenguard. You were definitely smirking like a creep at him, not thinking. You had his attention, use it. “Get Gortash off Parliament! Let Elturian refugees in!!” This turned heads. Some people quieted down and looked in your direction. A few kept shouting. Oops. You lost the Duke’s attention, he didn’t care for these politics. Gortash hadn’t enacted his plans, Bhaalists had been terrorizing, you suspect, but The Absolute was still small, given the lack of political talk about their presence in Faerun. It was all about the murders, Elturian intolerance, and the new factory down the docks. You hoped this wouldn’t get you pick-pocketed or beat up. Your face felt hot and you turned. A hand caught your shoulder before you could escape.

“Really?”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Ended it on my own terms this time, Tumblr.

Me 1pt... Tumblr 4pts.

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moonslittlestar · 29 days

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