"Ow, that hurts."
"I've had worse. Not much worse, admittedly, but."
"Get your hands off me!"
"Don't touch me!"
"Get it out of me!"
"Fuck, that stings."
"You just stabbed me! With a knife!"
"It just hurts a bit."
"I'll get over it, I just need to be a huge bitch first."
"My chest is killing me."
"S'just a bit of blood loss..."
"Oh, I bled through my shirt. Cool."
"How long did you think you could hide this?"
"Okay, never mind, this is agony."
"I've never felt anything this bad before."
"I think it's broken."
"I think you broke it."
"How could you do this to me?"
"I trusted you, like an idiot."
"Ow, fuck, ow."
"I think I'm gonna faint."
"Wheeeee... woozy..."
"It's just a minor, uh. Well. Concussion."
"Don't freak out. Don't freak out!"
"Can I trust you?"
"You can't tell anyone."
"... I fell out of a tree."
"It's fine, it's fine, it'll heal."
"Oh, that's dislocated, isn't it?"
"That's not meant to make that noise."
This is a small essay that I originally typed on this post, but I didn't want to bog down the actual dash game post, so here we go, with the points numbered for easier reference.
You are a White Rook. (1) As a piece that can move inwards and outwards, you're a master of self-reflection. (2) You know what needs to be done and when to do it. (3) You're a protector, and would willingly take someone's place in danger in a heartbeat because you know you can handle the pressure. (4) But even castle walls crumble. For all your chivalry and fortitude, everything must come to an end. Will you be there to see the final stages of the war? Or will you have already been discarded in the battle?
To clarify, I answered this one as though it was after being freed from the Absolute and that had been traveling with a good-inclined group of adventurers for the events of the game. And all of this would absolutely apply, though one wouldn't think so, at first, but that will be for another post. I had started explaining here and it turned into a mini-essay.
As a piece that can move inwards and outwards, you're a master of self-reflection. When not delusional due to the influence of the Absolute, Nere is his own worst critic. He remembers everything he has ever done wrong or 'failed' in his entire life. He is extremely harsh with himself and even perceived failings. His whole insistence on "Nere. Does Not. Fail." boils down to him nearly having a meltdown over Trauma [ Within my own personal storyline, this is also because the last thing he remembers his older brother saying to him before he never saw him again was, "I'm sorry that I failed you." ].
You know what needs to be done and when to do it. He is a very logical and strategic person. Though I had to mess up his INT stat a bit for the companion version so his main stats [ STR, DEX, CON ] could be right, he is also quite intelligent, and he has used it to great effect to remain alive. My version of Nere--based upon his canon stats and feats--was essentially a gladiator prior to escaping from that life only to wind up a fighter for another group. He was definitely a Battle Master fighter, always using his brain in conjunction with his impressive strength and build.
You're a protector, and would willingly take someone's place in danger in a heartbeat because you know you can handle the pressure. This part probably seems the most questionable at face value, but consider it like this: To have been treated as he was for the entirety of his life... only to then be treated well by people who have absolutely no obligation to him? Who, by all rights, could have simply killed him and walked away, never having to think of him again? All of that [misplaced/misled] devotion previously given to the matriarchs and the Weaver, didn't just vanish. Were he to find people worthy of it, he would absolutely risk his life if it saved theirs. While he absolutely hated his circumstances within the society of Lolth-sworn and thought that he could be so much More, he is absolutely geared towards wholehearted, soul-crushing devotion, as he was still devoted to 'the Weaver' before the Absolute stole him away, despite everything he had suffered. And when the Absolute does get him, he is just as devoted to this 'new deity'. "I have been entrusted with a sacred mission. I cannot fail," he says if you tell him that he can report his own failures, clearly both proud that he had been given such a mission and prideful that someone would say he failed. And then this conversation can occur if you kill all of the duergar before freeing Nere [ hint: killing the duergar first is also how you save both the gnomes--aside from the one that is now cutscene locked to die who wasn't originally--as well as Nere ]: Tav: I was abducted by mind flayers. That was when I began to hear the Absolute. Nere, "I don't understand... I've been following those... wretched beasts?" If you CAST DETECT THOUGHTS you can get: It cannot be. Have I betrayed Lolth for an imposter? Tav: Your faith in Lolth faltered. It is not too late to reclaim it. Nere, genuinely sounding so disappointed in himself, "Was I so weak as to betray the Weaver? ... I will take word to the Order of Soul Spiders. They must know of the Absolute threat." You can also choose to convince him to abandon the Absolute and RUN. That's what I choose and it has, thus far, kept him from getting zombie-fied later. Tav: You don't have to. Run - abandon the Absolute. "Perhaps you're right.. Perhaps I should. Dying for a cause is one thing, but for a mindflayer? For filth like that? ... No. I owe you a debt, it seems. You've saved me from worse than the duergar. Take this - a personal blessing. I pray we don't meet again."
He is very committed, up to and including being willing to "die for a cause". That is how Lolth-sworn drow--particularly the males--are taught to be, and it is hard-wired. It would be a very difficult thing to change.
Really, the only difference from Lolth to the Absolute to the player party, is whether or not the people he would lay down his life for in the player party are worthy of it, unlike those who were the focus of his earlier devotion.
PROMPTS FOR THE ROMANCE OF BANTER, PLAYFUL SARCASM, AND USING JOKES TO HIDE HOW YOU REALLY FEEL ABOUT THEM * assorted dialogue, some of which have some implied sarcasm built in (so just feel free to specify with "/s" at the end of each line), adjust as necessary
admit it. you're in love with me.
if only i had someone to go out with...
a date would be really nice right about now.
i might reconsider if you bring me flowers.
were you being serious back there?
did you just try to impress me?
was that another joke, or were you telling the truth?
we agreed that if no one asked us, we'd go together.
keep telling yourself that!
here it comes! the big love confession i've been waiting for!
you've been in love with me since the day we met.
you visited me in my dreams last night.
i know you're in love with me. you just won't say it outloud.
we can't hide this forever.
don't make me beg.
if you weren't so cute, you'd be annoying.
you're not very good at hiding how you feel.
you've been staring at me for a long time now.
is that what you really think of me?
you have feelings for me. admit it.
so what if i've been lying this whole time? for good reason!
you don't make this whole love thing any easier.
you make life difficult.
you're a piece of work.
is that how you really feel?
you're lucky you're so cute.
you're not really going out with them, are you?
i thought we... nevermind.
consider me impressed.
am i annoying you right now?
you didn't like that comment, huh.
i was only kidding!
you wish we were kissing right now.
oh, you'd just love to hear me beg.
i love our little back and forth.
sooner or later we'll have to come clean about how we feel.
i'm not good at hiding my emotions.
when were you going to tell me you were in love with me?
i actually hate your guts.
keep talking like that and you'll see how i really feel.
can your head get any bigger?
was that a joke?
were you just playing with me?
you didn't actually mean that, right?
hang on. you didn't just say that.
that was a joke, right?
this is just how we are when we're together.
i tease you, you tease me.
you and i have always been like this.
if i'm not annoying you, what's the point?
i'm allergic to tickling.
they said we'd make a cute couple. can you believe that?
are you always this annoying?
if i kiss you, will you turn into a prince? yes, i'm implying you're a frog.
you're lucky i love you so much.
you take that back!
that was uncalled for!
this means war!
this calls for a duel!
i'm challenging you to an arm wrestle.
last one there is a rotten egg!
i'm not racing you!
stop looking at me like that.
you stare at me a lot.
i know, i know. i'm irresistable.
something on my face?
a little bird told me you're in love with me.
prove me wrong.
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“It’s said the white warrior will be able to manipulate fire.”
“For even the very wise cannot see all ends.”
“In order to create light, you must first live in light.”
“On the quarter moon when you hear the third owl's call, remember, only a sacrifice of blood may save you.”
“The words were: "what you dream, what you darkly desire, find it by trial or by fire".”
“I saw Doom... but of the most beautiful kind.”
“In a rain of fire and from the ashes of destruction, an heir shall ascend.”
“One to be a murderer, the other to be martyred, one to be a monarch, the other to go mad.”
“Wisdom's daughter walks alone.”
“Prophecy is slippery, dangerous, open to fatal misinterpretation.”
“Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.”
“Until something is prophesied, it cannot be built.”
“The sky will fall, a star will rise.”
“Mother of many, Mother of none, a Queen will fall and a Warrior will come.”
“Run from it all you like, it's pointless. Your future is, and always will, be as it was written... from your first heartbeat to your last, neither you nor I can escape.”
“Beware the darkness of dragons, beware the stalker of dreams, beware the talons of power and fire, beware one who is not what she seems.”
❛ oh, look at you, an attempt at greatness! pity it’s just an attempt. ❜ // @spiderwarden
In an instant, he has spun about on his heel to face her, uncaring if any of their companions might see as the quiet, indignant rage of centuries at last reaches its ignition point.
Drawn up to his full height, he towers over the smaller drow.
His height and frame—so unnatural to the drow race—had served him well in the Underdark. That coupled with his skill and strength had made him difficult to oppose and even more difficult to kill among other males. It had continued to keep him alive even after he had been sold to settle his matriarch's debt and forced to fight in those gladiatorial matches put on for the matriarchs and their female spawn for sport.
Drow females were the ones who taught him to bow his head and to make himself small and to avert his eyes from them lest they decide that he needs reminding of his place.
Drow females who made it clear that he was a plaything for their mercurial whims, a tool towards their egomaniacal ends, and a weapon to wield and to point in whatever direction they so chose.
Drow females for whom he fought against other drow and all manner of other creatures simply for the right to keep his life, that they might be entertained.
Drow females who looked upon him and spoke to him just as this one does now.
Shoulders squared back and every muscle tensed and ready for the potential consequences to the retort already loaded on the tip of his tongue, he rather pointedly lowers himself that he might meet her eye to eye.
"We stand no longer in Menzoberranzan, Baenre, nor in any other place where I need tolerate you speaking to me in such a manner," he all but hisses, teeth nearly bared and pulse already pounding in his ears.
[ This is not done. It simply is not done. Centuries of living in the dark of that city scream at him to cease this, but he will not listen now, no matter how well he knows the danger of it. He is a slave no longer. ]
"You hold no power over me. We are both of us in equal standing now: forsaken."
True Soul Nere of Baldur's Gate III. Independent. Private. Selective. Roleplay/Writing Account. Written by Walden.
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SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART SIX
leave us in peace and we shall leave you in kind.
cut the crap.
we just want to go home.
enough of this charade.
i'll not play pretend anymore.
you'll soon learn what it means to ally yourself with the likes of this garbage.
i'm free now, and i'm never going back.
fuck them.
felt good letting off a little steam.
if i burn any hotter, i might explode.
don't get too close until i've found a way to calm down.
it's a bit early to be getting into tragic backstories.
let's save the scar-show for later after we've worked up an appetite for tragedy.
in the grand scheme of things, i'm inconsequential [to her].
she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.
it had the makings of a good stage show, but i did not want to be one of the players.
torture, bloodsport? or perhaps just a good old-fashioned walloping?
you owe me nothing.
i could extort you, if that's what you want.
you're teasing me now.
ignorance is alive and well it seems.
don't make me get the wooden spoon.
you'd best have one hells of an apology for me.
if you think your precious little god holds any power here, you're in for a surprise.
do you treat all your guests so poorly?
i don't like busybodies.
you are as thick as they come.
are you telling me you made love to a goddess?
i shared a bed with a goddess and yet i wasn't satisfied.
shall i share the story behind it or would you rather head straight to its sordid finale?
how are you still alive?
we've come this far together and we'll continue on together.
even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.
i'll rip your spine out of your asshole.
i'll use your blood to spice my stew.
i'll keep you alive until i've sucked the marrow from your bones.
killing me is a waste of time.
you bastard, you ruined everything.
this is an interesting way of thanking me.
a slap is all you deserve.
a hag was never going to help you.
they don't help anyone but themselves.
that double-crossing, filthy, lying hag.
focus on the positive.
forgive the aroma.
perhaps that is why i have survived so long where more fearsome peers have not.
your loyalty is admirable but misplaced.
his kind have charm beyond our mortal means to resist.
who'd keep a secret like that from his friends?
you can't trust anyone these days.
even in the middle of nowhere, he can reach me.
why do you insist on exhuming the past?
people think the biggest threat to a vampire is a cleric with a stake.
they're scheming, paranoid, power-hungry beasts.
i am what i must be, says what i must be.
how does it feel to be a devil?
i can't tell if you're being silly or serious.
you have to admire the man's ambition.
i promise i will not betray your trust.
you kept me by your side despite the menace i am.
i learned quick how to stay alive.
to feel invincible again.
this isn't where i thought i'd end up.
maybe when this is all done, you can show me where you came from.
i'm not normally one to begrudge someone their secrets, but..
i'm already blessed to have you at my side.
don't you cut a fine figure.
i am not some lower city coinlad offering you a tumble.
there is nothing so depressing as learning one's true value.
i could use someone with your skills.
they're ravenous predators with fangs like daggers.
it's hardly an irrational fear to harbor.
you've been decent to me, so far.
everyone's got their own fears.
maybe that's what i like about you.
all of this was for nothing.
if you're here to help, get to the fight quickly.
gods, i thought you were one of those beasts.
i'm not chasing after it, if that's what you're thinking.
the little beast's charming once you get accustomed to the smell of rotting flesh.
Currently working on the carrd, but I've decided to move Nere from @morethanthedarkness to his own main blog, and I may be making my drow a sideblog, not to replace their main, but for me to be able to still write on them with more ease, even when my focus is elsewhere. Possibly same with @dirgeforthedead .
I'll post the carrd here with a pinned post as soon as I have it mostly set up.
At the slur, the totally unabashed vitriol of the ignorant or perhaps the willfully stupid, Nere's own expression darkens as the sky before a storm, crimson eyes flashing dangerously as they narrow. Drawing up to his full height, he lowers his head to make a point of looking down at the other.
"You are the one who should show caution, fool. What-ever your alleged power, it would be a difficult feat indeed to cast your paltry spells with neither tongue nor hands."
LORROAKAN'S SELF-IMPORTANT expression darkened, hazel eyes narrowing.
"Careful, underelf," he hissed, his tone dripping with venom. The way he spat the word carried all the disdain he harbored for their kind ——cave-dwelling savages, as far as he was concerned. "Lest I decide to end your pitiful existence."
He raised his chin, arrogance shielding his ire. "...Consider yourself fortunate that we have need of you intact," he sneered, gesturing dismissively in the drow's direction. Taunting. Smug. "Deluded and, ah, confused as you are, there is still a chance — however slim — that you might prove useful."
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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄
The best revenge is not to be like your enemy.
The best revenge is living well.
Unfortunately, we're all out of 'bitter revenge' at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing.
Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural.
Tell me, Is revenge a science, or an art?
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Careful, [Name]. You’re ill-suited to the revenge game.
Revenge is not sweet; it is gloomy and a waste of time.
Our souls may be consumed by shadows, but that doesn't mean we have to behave as monsters.
There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.
Justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Some see an innocent victim. Others will see evil incarnate getting exactly what's deserved.
There is nothing wrong with revenge. The wrong has already been done, or there would be no need to even the score.
𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
Let the flames begin.
I swore on my knees at the altar where you held me that I would kill you.
I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time.
I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.
And you, you better run because I'm going to destroy you for what you've taken from me.
I will write your name in the ruin of them. I will paint you across history in the color of their blood.
If someone murders your child, find a machete and take his head off.
Revenge is what I want. Nothing but pure unadulterated revenge.
An eye for an eye is never enough. Never, never, never.
I will grind your bones to dust.
If you have to injure someone, then make it so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.
The hour is late, and the time for forgiveness has passed. This is the hour of blood.
I will be everywhere you look but nowhere to be found and that will be my revenge.
I'm going to carve my name into his soul
You don’t have any reason to be mad at me. You stole my life and I stole it back.