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A story about Verso coming to terms with his existence within the canvas. His friends try to help him in their own ways but it barely touches his ennui. There is care, there is love, why can't Verso feel it?
This takes place after the game so be wary of spoilers although nothing is addressed directly so much as indirectly.
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14 Aug 2025
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A turtle waits in a hollowed cave while the world beyond wilts into shadow and spills into silence, each stroke of the Gommage unmaking what once was. He knows what he waits for, he's always known, but doubt clings to him like dust, and he no longer believes he’ll live to see it, not before the final light dims, not before the canvas forgets it ever dreamed.
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31 Jul 2025
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Now that Mizora has allowed Wyll to tell his companions the story of his pact and subsequent exile, Irva’s heart begins to sink. After all, Wyll’s story leaves out an important detail — one she can recall intimately.
A young man — a boy, really — stood slowly before her. His hand was remarkably steady as it retrieved his blade. His face, which still had spots and had been contorted in a scream just seconds earlier, was firm and resolute. Blood poured down his cheek from a destroyed, unseeing eye.
Dagger raised, Irva didn’t know why she hesitated then…
…and she doesn’t know why she hesitates now.
In which Wyll happens to falls in love with a cleric of Tiamat — one he has unknowingly met before.
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02 Jul 2025
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“...Unless the temples have come up with a particularly inventive form of Spiritual Weapon, I rather think clerical spells have little use in the bedchambers.” Gale offers with a grin. “And I, for one, can’t imagine a lover that would take particularly kindly to a Guidance spell in the heat of the moment–”
“Not one for orders? A pity.” Shadowheart slides a copper to the centre of the table, her nail never leaving the griffon’s head upon it, and she doesn’t let him get a word in. “I suppose it’s novel, keeping the company of an archmage so terribly unimaginative.”
Or: Zone of Truth, cast by one lovesick cleric upon one terribly lovesick wizard.
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02 Jul 2025
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Under the guise of scholarly study, he questions her about Shar, feigning curiosity about her preachings and commandments, all things blessed and sacred to the Sharran faith. She’s shy to share even this with him, second-guessing his motivations and doubting the verity of his desire for her holy knowledge. Eventually, Shadowheart succumbs to his pestering by the firelight, draws him close and preaches her Dark Lady’s word with the passion of true religious zeal.
(AKA: Astarion bites off a bit more than he can chew, and Shadowheart is more than willing to indulge him. In Sharran theology, of course.)
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11 Jun 2024