#there was a tweet about what your tav/durges questline would be called if they were a companion and

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It's not an immediate change. When the party arrived in Baldur's gate, Nøkk became quieter. Bit by bit. You could hear him sing to himself or tell tales by the campfire less and less. If he didn't need it to cast spells, Nøkk's violin would have started to collect dust. The night before the journey to the Bhaal temple was dead silent.

#there was a tweet about what your tav/durges questline would be called if they were a companion and #i wanted it to do something with both bhaal and nøkks class as a bard and started thinking about canaries and #that one reddit post where someone was so sad bc they hadnt heard their roommate sing in a while #and idk i just love nøkk so much. he cares so much about how he presents himself but you cannot get that man to shut up #he's deathly afraid of the tadpole in his head but that won't stop him from humming to himself as he does whatever around the campsite #and i know he and wyll love telling stories back and forth. maybe they both know the same story and tell it together #and he's always on that damn violin #but the proximity to his father makes is a deer feeling coming straight from his core #humming to calm himself down while seeming nonchalant to others isnt an option #this is the kind of thing that paralyzes a man #as for most magic users. magic is nøkk's very essence. his soul. but as a bard. that magic is a melody. music. a hymn #bhaal smothers that. #under his influence. nøkk and his music. the essence of his soul. has been nothing but a tool for murder. #he's been reclaiming it bit by bit #but old habits die hard #auugh i love nøkk so much #oc: nøkk #oc: nøkk text #by makes is a deer i meant makes it a deeper #ill fix that when im on my computer and can edit tags