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months later I finally finish this series I'm sorry I took forever trying to figure out what Minthara would be
Guys....
YOU GUYS....
I have such a deep appreciation for the BG3 voice actors. They will willingly take time out of their day to make videos just to indulge us. Like. Lae’zel reciting “Milkshake” in a deadpan voice. Rolan lost in a library. Zevlor nervously asking Tav for a kiss. Gale reciting poetry. Astarion trying to get us up in the morning. Jaheira and that lightbulb.
And the coolest part is that, given their willingness to do all those things, that appreciation is clearly mutual.
I have such a deep appreciation for the BG3 voice actors. They will willingly take time out of their day to make videos just to indulge us. Like. Lae’zel reciting “Milkshake” in a deadpan voice. Rolan lost in a library. Zevlor nervously asking Tav for a kiss. Gale reciting poetry. Astarion trying to get us up in the morning. Jaheira and that lightbulb.
And the coolest part is that, given their willingness to do all those things, that appreciation is clearly mutual.
The Emperor's New Groove x Baldur's Gate 3 crossover
Someone said Kronk and Yzma remind them of Minsc and Jaheira.
Barbecue trip with Baldur's Gate 3 companions
Disclaimer: this text is a joke, I like the companions.
- a guy who doesn't eat meat and doesn't eat vegetables (no one knows what he eats, he probably came here to shag)
- a professor (the only person who knows how to prepare barbecue) has a literal ticking bomb (also needs consuming strange stuff for health)
- a guy who works for a toxic boss, who demands him to do some things right in the middle of the party
- a secretive religious fanatic, who has food restrictions (but no beverage restrictions)
- a soldier, who always says that they made barbecue with her squad better
- a former soldier, who is very cheerful and social, but accidentally commits arson (eats anything that is on the table)
- a biology major and eco-activist, who brings honey to the party (and some strange beverages)
- an old lady, who brings wine to the party (and scimitars, just in case)
- old lady's funny best friend, who tells cringe jokes and talks to a hamster
- a dog
UPD: - a very young bear who joined the party because he sniffed food
A year ago my husband told me that I definitely need to start playing this hyped game that had been finally released. A year ago I bought the second copy of the game, turned it on and closed my eyes when the mindflayer tadpole screamed and rushed from the screen into me. A year ago my husband told me not to miss a funny wizard in the rock.
I didn't expect this game to change my life. I didn't expect it to show me so much of myself. I didn't expect it to be a gateway to a vast community of wonderful people. I didn't expect it to give me friends from different parts of the world.
Baldur's Gate 3 did all that and more. It etched itself inside my heart and became more than just a media to me. I saw myself in it, and I analysed myself through it. Baldur's Gate 3 was the first game I started playing on a difficulty higher than "Normal" (or "Balanced"). The first game I played more than once. More than twice. More than thrice.
I haven't been a part of the fandom for several months, but then I discovered a community of creative and supportive people, BG3 fandom in general and Galemancer fandom in particular. It is a huge chaotic fandom where I was able to find my place. With other fandoms I was just a ghost lurking in the shadows, here I am proud to be a part of it.
Thank you, Larian Studios, for the best game (of the year, decade, century). It saved my soul, it gave me peace, it showed that I am not alone. You gave me a place to be myself, even if I am an insufferable talkative romantic nerd.
Happy Anniversary, Baldur's Gate 3! 🎉
Screenshot from my first playthrough
IM NOT DONE ACTUALLY!!
WHY DOES NOBODY TALK ABOUT MINSC TELLING DURGE HE IS NOW LIKE THEIR FAMILY AND THEIR UNCLE?? THE WAY MY HEART MELTED WHEN HE SAID IT AND BOO IS LIKE A WEIRD FURRY COUSIN
Minsc and Boo say: Trans Rights
and the whole "larian listens to the fans too much" is partially correct, but i think it absolves larian of a little too much responsibility and places more blame on the fandom. toxic fans are everywhere, in every fandom, for every game, etc.
the real problem i believe is that the devs were already supposed to have a set-in-stone plan for the game, from start to finish. the fact that they kept changing things to satisfy people's kinks, even when it was irrational at many points, tells me that they had no fucking clue what they actually wanted to do with the game.
it also tells me their priorities were in all the wrong places because making the game sexy was more important than giving wyll a fleshed out story.
i cannot emphasize this enough: if you're going to shrink down content, to stay within your budget and prevent the game from getting too big, the final product is still supposed to make sense. the story needs to be cohesive. all (or at least most) loose ends should be tied up.
when it doesn't make sense, so much that a YEAR later you are still patch after patch tweaking up character plotlines, adding new dialogue, scenes, etc
it's a bad product. there was no point in releasing it the first time if you knew it wasn't READY. by all means bake your smaller pie – but get the ingredient proportions right lmao.
:D
Took a long time to complete my first run, so it's only right to celebrate it by doing an equally long piece of the companions 🫶
✨️Watch out, evil. None nap so powerfully as Boo!✨️
Work in progress! This card was supposed to be named The Legend/The Berserk, which do you think is better? 🤔
Do you have these legends of Baldur's Gate in your party? I personally have already had a run with Jaheira, but not with both of them together yet!
The Chains that Bind Us
Chapter 3
Tav bit her thumb. She surveyed the items in her pack, hoping that it would last her the 20 day trek down to Athkala. They'd have to stop at an inn and then again to restock at Beregost. She was deep in thought when her the room door slammed open.
"Tav." Jaheira nudged a young blonde girl into the room.
"Hells, Jaheira. Have you ever heard of knocking?"
"You left the door ajar." Jaheira explained, unapologetically. "You remember my daughter? Fig will be joining you to Athkala."
"It is not exactly a holiday, Jaheira."
"Exactly. That's why you're taking her. She needs some field experience. She's a good fighter. You need good fighters." She pointed a finger at Tav. "I know why you asked me to come, but I am too old to be going on adventures with you, and quite frankly I need some peace and quiet around the house."
Tav stared at Jaheira blankly, knowing better than to argue. "All right, Jaheira."
Jaheira smiled, triumphantly. She turned to Fig. "You would do well to listen to her. Don't disappoint me." She prodded a finger at Fig's chest.
Fig rolled her eyes. "Mum...."
"No objections." Jaheira wagged a finger at her daughter.
"You do know Astarion is coming."
"And Minsc... But, yes. It worries me somewhat that the vampire lord will be on this journey. I know you and Minsch will watch out for her. Plus, Astarion and I have come to an understanding. He doesn't toe too far out of line, and I don't bombard his palace with flaming arrows. He knows better than to harm my kin." Jaheira winked.
Tav smiled. Good old Jaheira. "Did you bring your supplies, Fig?"
Fig sheepishy looked up at Tav. "Yes."
"You can leave them in my room. We leave at first light tomorrow. You and Minsc can meet me here?"
Fig nodded, excitedly, "Yes, aunt Tav. They're just downstairs, I'll go get them." She fled out the room.
"She's grown." Tav said quietly. "I haven't seen her since she was hitting that dummy as a child."
"She still hits that dummy. All day. All night." Jaheira sighed, showing the lines of her age across her face. "You know I would come with you, cub. Even just to keep Fig out of trouble--"
"You don't have to explain to me, Jaheira." Tav placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'll watch over her, and I'll make sure Astarion behaves."
"I knew I could count on you, cub." She pulled Tav into a tight embrace. "It is so good to see you. When you disappeared, I was worried."
"I know. I'm sorry I never wrote."
Jaheira shook her head. "You're just picking up bad habits from an old woman."
A stomping noise came running up the stairs. Fig returned with her pack, panting. Jaheira and Fig said their goodbyes to Tav. Tav watched from her window as the pair meandered down the street toward their home. Fig skipped and cartwheeled as Jaheira gestured wildly in an attempt to control her energetic teenager from running into other people. As they turned the corner, now out of sight, Tav watched the sun set over the rooftops of Baldur's Gate.
Tomorrow. She thought. She sank into a lounging chair and saw the last bit of light slip away from the city. She watched as the flicker of candles began to shine in the windows. She stared at the old Szarr palace in the distance. She was lost in thought. Gale. Astarion. The Crown of Karsus. She was determined not to let it happen again. Never again. Her eye lids grew heavy as her body sank further into her chair.
Tomorrow is a new day.
The Chains that Bind Us
Chapter 4
Tav woke with a start. There was a sharp rapping at her door. She groaned. Had she fallen asleep in this chair? She frowned, pulling the blanket off her chest. Did she get up to get a blanket? She couldn't remember. Another sharp rap at her door summoned her attention.
"TAV. WE ARE HERE."
Tav winced. Perhaps it was a mistake inviting Minsc. She rubbed her head and neck. "Coming."
She opened the door. A large, bald wall of muscle towered over her.
"TAV!" Minsc slapped his hands over her shoulders, buckling her knees. "Oh. You look smaller. Did you shrink?"
"No, Minsc." Tav groaned. She saw a small rustle of blonde hair poke around Minsc's waist. "Morning Fig."
"Morning aunt Tav!"
The trio gathered their supplies and headed to the dining room on the ground floor of the Elfsong tavern. The tavern host brought them a tray of cured meats, bread, and hot beverages.
Minsc heaped a pile onto his plate and subsequently created an equally if not larger pile onto Fig's plate. "Eat Fig. You will need your strength!"
"Uncle Minsc, I can't eat this much."
"Nonsense! EAT!"
"I'll help you Fig." Tav chuckled as she took chunks of bread and cheese from Fig.
"Mind if we join you?"
Tav turned to face a pair of golden yellow eyes and bundled brown luscious hair. The Cormyrian from the party, dressed down in adventurer's clothing.
"Cleo." Tav said, with a hint of surprise in her voice. "And... the master Astarion in tow."
"The other way around, dear." Astarion said with a slow drawl.
"I thought I was clear about additional party members."
"You said not to bring my spawn, but you didn't say anything about supplies." Astarion nuzzled Cleo's neck. "I do need sustenance, you know. And she is just a darling."
Tav pressed her lips together. Cleo giggled as Astarion wrapped his arms around her from behind. Tav turned away from the couple. She cradled the warm mug in her hands, focusing on the lifting steam from the hot tea. She met Minsc's concerned or perhaps confused frown with a quickly reassuring smile. "Seems we will have five party members instead of four."
The group did quick work to finish their morning rations. Cleo ate little. She squirmed from her seat on Astarion's lap and shrieked with delight at his devilish antics. Tav, who quickly turned green at the overt and embarrassing scene of affection, did little to fulfill her prior promises of helping Fig clear the mountain of food her plate. Minsc, delightfully oblivious, patted his stomach with contentment while Boo stuffed his cheeks with cheese.
Tav paid the barkeep for the morning meal and additional rations. The group pulled their packs and headed their way south through the belly of urban streets. By mid-morning they had made their way outside of the city and into the wilderness onto the Coastal Way.
Fig skipped and flitted around the dirt path. She had never been so far from her home. She felt a gentle breeze fill the air in her lungs. She felt freedom on the road, a tinge of danger mixed with excitement. She was slightly wary of the new travelers accompanying them. She brushed her hair around her ear; the elf was quite handsome. His companion-- beautiful.
Astarion caught her stare and smirked. Fig quickly looked away, a light pink filling her cheeks. She ducked behind Minsc.
"What is it, little one?" Minsc patted her head. "What are you hiding from?"
"Nothing." Fig muttered, but Boo gave a small squeek.
Minsc looked behind him at Astarion and Cleo. "Oh, you had best stay away from that one, little Fig."
Fig glanced back at the couple one last time. She looked up at her uncle Minsc and then at her aunt Tav, who walked far ahead of the group. Tav seemed to be moving at an insurmountably fast pace. On numerous occasions she stopped to allow her party to close the distance, but quickly sped off again when they were within earshot.
"What's gotten into her?" Astarion groaned. "Why are we walking so fast?" He shouted after her, but Tav did not turn. She kept walking ahead.
"Let me go ask." Fig sprinted ahead toward Tav. "Aunt Tav! Aunt Tav!"
Tav stopped to allow Fig to run up to her. "Hm?"
"Is everything all right, Aunt Tav? Why are we going so fast?"
Tav stared along the road. She thought for a moment. "I just want to get to the city as quickly as possible."
"But it's just that you're going so fast, we can barely keep up."
"Hm." Tav looked at her thoughtfully. "I'm sorry. I guess I've been on the road alone for so long now. I've forgotten what it's like to be in a party."
"What did she say?" Astarion shouted from a distance away. "Can we stop moving at breakneck speeds?"
Tav shot him an icy glare. Even from afar, the message was clear.
"I'll take that as a yes." Astarion shouted in response.