A Mourning Warning - The Valley Twins

A Mourning Warning - The Valley Twins

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND EVERYONE IN BETWEEN AND OUTSIDE, IT HAS BEGUN

I have finally started posting a multi-chapter long fic of Percival and Idris and their story. I am so goddamn excited y'all.

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Thought Imelda would look good in a suit idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

(Used this gorgeous photograph as ref)

A Mourning Warning - Chapter 1

A Mourning Warning, my Valley twins fic, has officially been posted, now with the Prologue and Chapter 1, covering the entire opening sequence of the game. Hope you guys enjoy!

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I finally drew all the characters😅

It's been good practice for me. Thank you all!💚

Matty @girl-named-matty

Lyssa @silvyadrakkon

Raven @lilac-ravenclaw

Calypso @dwightschrute11

Will and Elland @ask-elland-n-will

Danny @catohphm

Milena @sparxyv

Millie @the-ozzie

Pola @infernalrusalka

Serena @bassicallymaestra

Johanna @ravenwind-75

Julia @superconductivebean

Oscar @eternalremorse

Inger @ethniee

Faustine @faustinio27

Elaine @mrs-sharp

Meet My Tavs: Atlas Heretic

Born Melantha Keylan, Atlas's parents were a young couple in the small village of Silverfell, who's only claim to anything was the temple to Lathander. Neither of them knew a pact to Asmodeus ran in the father's bloodline, so they were apalled when their baby came out pale as death with white eyes and dark blue hair. Worst of all, were the little nubs on their forehead, surely representing horns.

They gave the baby to the Temple of Lathander, who were determined to cleanse the baby. Atlas grew up believing himself to be some wretched, evil thing. A devil that needed to be purified and cleansed. He didn't even protest when the priests carved runes into his face and neck or tattooed his forehead. Then ze grew up. The older they got the harder it was to believe the priests' lies. It all came to a head when they overheard the High Priest contemplating cutting off zir horns.

They fled the temple and, as luck would have it, stumbled across a group of tieflings who were passing through the village. It was from them he found out ze wasn't a devil, just a tiefling, and that there wasn't anything wrong with them. It was also from them that ze learned of the common tiefling practice of naming themselves after wishes, goals, and identities. So Melantha became Atlas Heretic and ze never turned back.

They went with the Tieflings to Baldur's Gate but split off quickly, refusing to rely on or trust anyone ever again. Ze decided that if the world was going to treat them like a criminal then that was what he would be. Ze had a knack for stealth and sleight of hand, so ze ended up a master criminal and infamous theif that also refused allegiance with anyone, driving Nine-Fingers mad. Ze would also commit the occasional assassination, but had very strict rules and it had to be an insane amount of money.

Ze was on a rooftop in the Upper City staking out a job and waiting for night when the Nautiloid got a hold of them.

angst isn’t enough i need to be put in a hydraulic press.