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Scratch barked and then tilted his head, to see if barking did anything. Gale pulled down his nightgown around his muddy thighs and said ‘My apol-’ He coughed wetly and dripping lumps of purple sprayed across his front. ‘Sorry,’ he managed. ‘None of that was very dignified. My sincerest apologies about your necklace. I know it meant a lot to you.’ He drank messily, urgently, straight from a jug.
((the necklace? The necklace?!)) Ileleste’s hands shook as he signed. ((let me look at your arm!))
‘Why?’ He wiped his beard down cleanly and precisely with an embroidered handkerchief. A drop of water ran down his chest, past the scars of the orb and soaked into his nightgown. It was still white in places, but mostly it was red, brown and yellow; stuck stiffly to his shaking knees. ‘Never better.’
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The Orb is worse. Gale learns that the mute silk-farming drow he’s travelling with has much knowledge of ancient Netherese magic but his attempt at finding a way for them to communicate properly fails. At every trance the drow's past creeps alongside him, becoming more. The wreckage of Netheril binds them both. Can they escape? Will it be worth it?
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Tara meddles, Rolan wears an inappropriate robe and Gale is just trying to read a book.
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Rolan had never feared the dark. Had never flinched at shadows or jumped at strange sounds. Had never raced up the stairs toward the light from the depths of a darkened basement. Life was far too full of actual horrors to be afraid of the imagined terrors of things that go bump in the night.
But something strange was happening within the walls of Sorcerous Sundries, and he intended to figure out what it was.
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21 Apr 2026
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Resigned, he looks up to the statue's face again, locks eyes with its empty gaze.
"His face is all wrong," Rolan says, distant. If he allows himself to feel anything in this moment he threatens to implode.
Lia laughs, sharp. "I wasn't aware you were an expert on the visage of the Wizard of Waterdeep," she teases. "Another particular interest of yours?"
Five years ago, Gale of Waterdeep made a sacrifice to end the Battle of Baldur's Gate and save the world from the Grand Design.
Except, somehow, Rolan remembers five years of being very much in love with the very much alive Gale. And now, he'll do anything to make it a reality—again.
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12 Mar 2026
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Ponder the Orb by jbenn656
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games), baldur's gate 3 - Fandom, Bg3 - Fandom
31 Jan 2026
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Tamsin ponders the orb. The camp ponders Tamsin pondering the orb. Gale ponders why his chest has become everyone's favorite topic of conversation. A Ponder the Orb Week triptych featuring: tactile research methods, slumber party interrogations, and the mortifying realization that desire is very difficult to hide when you're literally glowing.
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30 Jan 2026
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The first thing he sees is the steaming breakfast in front of him. The next is Gale of Waterdeep.
“Not you,” Rolan groans.
Or, an Act II remix where Gale and Rolan can't escape each other's orbit.
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06 Jul 2025
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I’d break the law once every week to feel your touch by PouroverPaloma for 12thhousesun
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
25 Apr 2025
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“Lorroakan is unworthy of you,” he says. Rolan sneers, but for once, he doesn’t fight him on the point. “He’s a brute, and a coward.”
Gale allows himself a smirk, just a small one. “And tomorrow, we’re going to kill him.”
His golden eyes blow wide for a moment. Then, of all things—he laughs. Bitter, ugly, heavy.
"No, you're not.”
In which one touch-starved wizard meets one sardonic, yearning wizard and they finally stop dancing around each other after murdering a different wizard. Get loved, idiots.
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26 Jun 2025