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Baby spits up:

Gale: “My love! What is this?! Is she okay? I am worried sick! Oh my poor baby, daddy has you…Oh no, there’s MORE! We need to go see a healer right now!”

Emmy: “Gale, honey, it’s just spit up. It happens!”

Gale: “is it normal? I may have accidentally skipped this section in the baby books.”

Emmy: “Yes my love, it’s totally normal.”

Picking out the baby’s outfit:

Gale: “Ooh, I do quite like the purple onesie… Or what about a purple dress? Purple is definitely her color. Or maybe I’m biased because I just love purple. Though, I’ll admit, green really makes her brown eyes pop. Now, a giant bow should suit her too. Mmm…okay that one is a little too big… But this one isn’t big enough…”

Emmy: *facepalms*

Changing a diaper:

Gale: “Okay so, maybe I can have mage hand do this for me—“

Emmy: “Gale.”

Gale: “Right. Probably not suitable for this exact occasion, it could lead to a very messy and repulsive disaster. Okay so I just open up the tabs— Good GODS, that is rancid!”

Emmy: “I’ll hold your nose while you get her cleaned up.”

Gale: “Alright, diaper is back on, she is clean, all is well. Oh no…”

Emmy: “what?”

Gale: “I put it on backwards.”

Missing the baby cuddles:

Emmy: “My dear, she needs to sleep.”

Gale: “I know, I know. It’s late, but I really want to just peek in there and make sure she’s alright. Maybe there’s an off chance she’s awake and I can just snatch her up and hold her. I love her so much.”

Emmy: *smiles*

After a worrisome journey, we finally arrive in the area that was once the Shadow lands, and I’m relieved to see that the shadow curse is still lifted despite Ketheric being resurrected from the dead. Moonrise is such a short distance away, yet I’m less anxious than I was previously. Is it possible I’m coming to terms with Gortash’s fatal fate? Whatever the reason, I’m feeling a surge of confidence and an urge to obliterate the evil that remains standing.

“Ah, memories. It’s so beautiful here. I love seeing the life flowing through the flowers and trees, the blossoms brightening the surrounding areas, and the sun reflecting through the waters of the pond,” Halsin comments, admiring the serene nature that was once a disastrous area consumed by shadows and death. I’m still in shock that this beautiful place was once so deadly and filled with lost souls searching for peace. Too many lost way too soon.

I stare down the path ahead that leads directly to Moonrise, feeling the broken pavement crumble beneath my feet. I eyeball Jenevelle as she lies with contentment in her stroller, trying to convince myself she’ll be alright and our worries are once again about to fade away.

“The tower is up ahead. Is everyone ready? I have the vials of invisibility potions,” Gale assures with a quiet tone. He pulls the potions out from the pockets of his shirt and hands one to each of us to use.

“Let’s do this! Emmy, you stand back–” As Karlach begins to speak, she’s interrupted by a slow clap behind us, and of course my worst fears come to life. I feel my heart sink and accelerate as I turn around to notice Gortash, Fanden, and Ketheric standing just a few feet away.

“Ah, Emmy. It’s been awhile, my dear. Too long. I knew you’d come, you’ve always been true to your word…well, other than killing me, of course.” Gortash’s voice is ominous and deep as he tries to get beneath my skin.

“Shit… You were supposed to be in the tower,” I mumble under my breath as I stand here in shock, swallowing the confidence that’s no longer there. “Where’s Rolan? Our friend?” Gale immediately grabs Jenevelle from her stroller and holds her tightly against his chest. Ketheric and Fanden approach Gortash’s side.

“Ha! I never abducted your friend. Though, weird how eager you were to blow up the tower knowing he was abducted. However, I did send my only son to keep tabs on you. Every second of every day, my dearest daughter.” Thank the Gods Rolan is alright. To be fair on all accounts, we know for a fact he wasn’t in Moonrise. Gortash glares at Karlach, yet appears to be completely thrown off by her presence. “Ah, Karlach. It shocks me you’re still here.”

“Yeah, you bucket of bolts. I found a way to fix my engine, thanks to Wyll and, ha, even Avernus. You thought you had the last of me. Well newsflash, traitor, I’m still here you pathetic fuck.”

“Tsk tsk. You still have such a way with words.”

“Get to the damn POINT,” I mutter impatiently as I clench my fists. He takes another couple steps toward me while his hands are behind his back, smirking as he stares at me with piercing eyes. His very presence sickens me.

“I tracked you down to make amends with you. To apologize to you for not being in your life as you were growing up. All those years, I had no idea I even had a daughter, let alone any children at all. To have you and your brother here means a lot.”

“Give me a BREAK!” Karlach shouts, her face expressing rage, her body ready to charge at him any second.

“I was talking to my daughter. Please, Karlach, don’t be rude.” I close my eyes, trying to contain my cool as I anticipate his next words to me.

“Tell me the real reason you want me here. Revenge for when I killed you? Or, let me guess - you want something from me.” I detect curiosity on his face as he raises an eyebrow, wondering how I would have gotten the idea he wants to use me. He studies my face, realizing the truth of my anger and hatred toward him.

“Nonsense. I wanted to formally apologize to you and meet my granddaughter. She looks like you, you know.”

“You don’t deserve to breathe near our baby. We know exactly want you want, Gortash,” Gale comments sternly, his brows furrowed as he makes intense eye contact.

“What are you on about? I want nothing more than simply a discussion with my one and only daughter. It’s time we address this chaotic situation.” My eyes look past Gortash and I notice an evil smirk on Fanden’s face as if he’s up to no good, and he appears to be exchanging looks with Ketheric. They’re planning something diabolical. While my eyes are focused on Fanden, it appears Ketheric has vanished. Gortash used us as a fucking distraction! I turn to face Gale, and before a word could escape my lips, Jenevelle gets snatched by Ketheric, who then becomes visible that very second. He must have taken a potion… Gale and I widen our eyes in terror as we catch our daughter being taken by this cruel, evil man in front of us. I feel my chest burn with anger as I feel an empty void fill my heart as I watch my child be taken from us. I can’t explain this horrible feeling within me, but it’s sickening, like nothing I’ve ever felt. I grit my teeth as tears form in my eyes.

“NO!!” Him and I both scream, trying to bolt toward Ketheric but Fanden jumps in front of him to stop us.

“YOU BASTARD!” I shout, my hands shaking as I try to bolt toward my baby. “Give her back!” Karlach and Wyll then charge at Gortash, pouncing on top of him. While Wyll has him in a headlock, she beats him with the intensity of her warhammer. My blood boils and tears escape my eyes as I try to once again reach out to Ketheric, but he pushes me away with his right hand with extreme force, holding Jenevelle in his other arm. He proceeds to cast ‘sanctuary’ so he is unable to be harmed.

“GIVE US OUR BABY BACK!” Gale’s voice is like thunder, causing me to tremble, simply because I’ve never heard him yell or raise his voice before. I can see veins pulsating through his forehead as anger courses within his body. “No one takes my daughter from me!”

Fanden proceeds to charge at me so I can’t unleash the holy power within me, but Halsin casts ‘hold person’ on him, causing him to be in a state of immobility. Wyll proceeds to use Eldritch Blast on him, which drains a significant amount of life from his body. As this is happening, I hear our baby cry, and she’s completely terrified as she notices us fighting to get her back.

“Say goodbye to your daughter before the soul chains suck her dry of her immortality,” Ketheric grumbles, followed by a chuckle that instantly pisses me off. Gortash kicks Karlach off his body, revealing bruises and blood across his entire body, soaking his white shirt.

“Now, Ketheric, even I’m not that cruel. We’ll get what we’ve been after, just hand me the baby,” Gortash demands, his eyes intimidating Ketheric into submission. “I won’t allow harm to be done to her under any circumstance.”

“Please, hand her to us. I’m begging you,” I whimper, gritting my teeth as I watch her helpless body being held by my tyrant father. Tears drip off my chin, and I notice Gale is crying as well. It pains us horrible to watch her out of any protection. At this moment, I finally feel it: the unstoppable and vicious power within me, ready to unleash. I notice it within Gale too.

As Fanden becomes unfrozen from the spell, Karlach and Wyll both stomp on his back so he’s unable to get up. Gortash stares at our daughter, smiling at her as her bottom lip quivers. She’s trying to stop crying.

“Ah, my lovely little granddaughter. There’s so much potential within you. I could take that immortality from you and grant you the experience to grow up. Then, once you’re old enough, you can have it back again.”

“NO. If she dies at any point before you grant it back, her soul is debted to the Hells and she will be tortured. We had no choice,” I say calmly, trying to contain my power while my daughter is still in his hands.

“What a shame. It can never be simple, can it?” Right then and there, Gale charges directly at Gortash, but Ketheric stops him by gripping his shirt, causing it to rip. “My dear daughter, I know how badly you want your baby back. I’ll give her to you if you can make a deal with me. Let me make up all those years that have been lost. Allow me into your life. Let’s…catch up, per se. Forgive and forget the haunting past.”

While it’s true he may want to be a part of my life, I sense deceit in his words. I have a feeling he wants me to trust him so he can find a way to use me for his selfish gains and immortality.

“You may have been a decent man at one point, but you’re a manipulator. You will never gain my trust. Power is too important for you to care about anything else.”

“I hear the hurt in your voice, darling. You want to love me, you want to respect me. You can.” Gaslighting is what he’s good at, and he’s either telling the truth, or masking his intentions very well.

“I don’t know what to believe anymore.” Gale places his hand on my right shoulder, his eyes saddened as he realizes I’m being sucked into his trap.

“Love, he’s willing to keep our baby locked in soul chains if you don’t obey him. Do not believe a single word he says.” Gortash glares at him, then sighs, but a hint of sadness is lingering in his breath. It’s so hard to decipher his intentions.

Okay okay okay

So I am considering one final commission of Gale x Emmy x Their Baby (girl)

I am wanting it to be rather humorous but I need ideas!! ❤️ Any suggestions welcome!

Soooo I started Dragon Age last night and I actually love the way my rook looks! 🥹🥹🥹

I woke up the following morning to the sound of Karlach shouting “HELLO?!” outside our front door, which is more than enough to startle the hells out of me. Damn, it’s already morning? I turn to face Gale, who is smiling at me in admiration and gazing at me with his sleepy eyes.

“Are you ready to get this all over with?” he questions, and suddenly a sense of dread flows through my immortal veins. I inhale as I close my eyes, then exhale the tension built up inside me. We need to save Rolan. He needs our help. The thought of him losing his life because of me aches me in a way I can’t describe, and I wish they would’ve found another way to convince me to come.

“Yes. We need to leave. The quicker, the better. We can’t allow anything to happen to Rolan.” Part of me is wondering what would happen if Gortash does end up spotting us somehow, and what he would say to me. I’d at least want some sort of apology or explanation from him, not that I’d forgive the manipulative bastard. I don’t think I could ever forgive him.

“Alright, Jenevelle. Are you ready for your first adventure? Though…I feel very negative about the entire journey,” I mumble as I button up her onesie. “It will be alright. You’re here with momma and daddy, and we won’t let anyone touch you.” I pick her up and hold her close, burping her before placing her in her stroller.

“Tara, don’t cause any trouble around the house please,” Gale alerts her. “There will be consequences.”

“Why Gale, I’d never!” He opens up the front door, letting me out first before shutting it behind him. I inhale the morning air that smells of lemongrass and lavender, which tempts me to bake a pie; I’m guilty of spoiling Gale with my desserts. The soothing sound of the chimes above our door also helps keep me at ease, even just mildly. The refreshing area of Waterdeep makes it easy to forget that I’m about to go on an adventure with a mysterious outcome.

“I tried telling Karlach you guys have a baby, so you’d be taking your time. Unfortunately, she doesn’t quite understand that patience is a virtue,” Wyll teases. “I love her anyway.”

“Well, yeah. True. My husband calling me out like it means nothing, pssssht. Get a load of this guy. Anyway! How’s my favorite baby in the world? Sssh, Don’t tell Shadowheart and Astarion I said that.” She leans in to look at Jenevelle and plays with her tiny hands, causing our baby to smile with pure joy. Despite the horrors, looking at our baby smile does help; as long as she’s happy, I’ll be okay.

“We’re outside and that’s good enough for her. The glistening sun warming her baby skin, the sound of birds singing, the exquisite and various aromas of the forests,” Gale says, smiling down at Jenevelle.

“Ha! Can’t say I blame her,” Halsin responds, his face lighting up. “She has great taste.”

It’s rather early in the morning, so hopefully we can make it to Moonrise without having to camp, though we will need to make a few stops to eat and attend to our daughter’s needs. Off we go, strolling upon the road that will lead us to a fate we aren’t sure of, but hoping we save Rolan in the process. Today I’ll make a choice that will rid my life of the evil that’s been stuck to me like a parasite; at least it’s not a damn illithid tadpole.

I’m so on edge, believing Fanden has his bloodthirsty eyes on us wherever we go. As I imagine him, Gortash, and Ketheric, I feel an unusual tingling sensation within me that I’m not familiar with, almost like an urge or a strange power building up inside my body. Is this the same peculiar feeling Gale had when he released his power at the Bhaal temple?

It’s been so long since I’ve been adventuring, I almost forgot what it even felt like and it’s more strange as a druid. I love nature, but am I really dedicated enough to be a druid? Once this is all over, I may pursue my dreams as a bard and perform at the local circus. Hells, maybe play at a few restaurants around town.

After roughly five miles, we stop to eat and so I may feed Jenevelle, who is starting to become just a little fussy. I sit down on a nearby log to feed her a bottle while our friends get the campfire going for lunch.

“You know, on the bright side, I’ll get to destroy Gortash for the second time. Nothing like kicking someone’s ass and handing them a plate of karma, served by Karlach Cliffgate.” I’m honestly looking forward to her handing it straight with him, but hopefully Ketheric won’t be a huge problem.

As we sit down to eat, I feel yet again another unsettling presence, but can’t seem to locate it anywhere no matter how hard I try to investigate the area around us. Sigh. Karlach and Wyll sit across from me, while Halsin is out somewhere picking some fruits and vegetables to roast on the fire. Gale sits down next to me and gently takes Jenevelle from my arms.

“My love, go ahead and eat. I’ll change the baby and hold her while you do so,” he says ever so sweetly, being his wonderful and considerate self as usual.

“Also, mate, are you doing alright? You’re awfully quiet.” Karlach’s right; I really haven’t said much this entire time, but I was hoping no one would notice. I smile nervously, trying to mask my anxiousness but I don’t think anyone is buying it.

“Of course, I’m just ready for it all to be over.”

“And it will be soon enough. When it’s all done and in the past, we will all enjoy life again. We just have to stay positive and assume Gortash, Ketheric, and Fanden can’t come back from their graves,” Wyll assures me. “Didn’t one of them mention Orin couldn’t come back because she was much weaker after being resurrected? I’m sure that applies to Ketheric and Gortash as well.”

“I’m almost certain Bane and Myrkul won’t give those bastards a third chance. Fanden on the other hand, well, that’s uncertain,” I mutter. Gale sits back down next to me, holding our now happy baby who is fully fed, cleaned, and ready to party. I stare down at my sandwich and sigh, forcing myself to eat. “Also, I keep thinking Fanden has his eyes on us somehow; he is sneaky as hell after all. I could be overthinking it.”

“Now that you mention it, we probably should have some sort of backup plan in case all-else fails,” Halsin mentions, and boy I didn’t think of that. I lack in the intelligence department. He’s right. Should the situation arise that I do come face-to-face with my father, I need to make sure he stays the hell away from Jenevelle.

“Gale, my love –”

“Oh no, you aren’t thinking of confronting him if our plan fails, are you?” Worry stirs in his voice like a spoon with a cup of tea. “He wants your immortality and if he takes you, I’m not sure how far we’ll get. I’m not sure how we can save you. I can fight them, but Jenevelle would be with our mortal friends, and it just… It could end badly. They want either you or her. Or both.”

“Gale, honey, I need you to stay back with Jenevelle. I don’t want to say out loud what my plan is in case we’re being spied on, but…trust me. Please.” His dreary brown eyes are filled with fear, pleading that I don’t do anything rash. As I gaze into those eyes, I feel the intense power again continuously getting stronger, which could be our savior through this dire predicament.

Eeeeeeek!!!! Obsessed with this commission I got done by Sh0_Sh1n on Instagram! 🥰🥹❤️ Probably the last commission I’ll get for awhile but I just HAD to get this one done! 🥰🥹

(Yes the baby’s name is Jenevelle)

It was a long day at Blackstaff, but he’s glad to finally be home with his wife and baby 🖤

OH HELLO WYLL RAVENGARD

It’s been three days since the horrible news I received, but luckily for me, life has been rather quiet. Not that I’m complaining, of course. I could much rather live without the nonstop chaos that seems to feed off me like a parasite.

As I finish getting Jenevelle ready for the day, I feel Gale’s arms wrap around my waist from behind as he kisses the side of my head. I smile amorously at his gesture, feeling the love flow through me endlessly like a river.

“Finally, it’s the weekend and we can attend the markets and enjoy the outdoors, hm?” he suggests with a positive tone and full of spirit. I pick up our lively baby from the changing mat and turn around to face Gale.

“Yes, let’s see what ‘innocent’ shenanigans we can get ourselves into. Plus, we deserve to have a day out and enjoy what Waterdeep has to offer.” And still to this day, many moons later after meeting one another, he still reaches out for my hand for me to hold, even if it’s just out of our daughter’s room. We hold hands when we go out or even walk around our own home. This man shows me a gracious amount of love that sometimes I feel I don’t even deserve.

“I love you,” he reminds me. “My wife, the mother of my baby, my partner through everything.” He catches me blushing as I try to hide my face. “Oh, you’re blushing, aren’t you? One of my favorite qualities of yours.”

“You just find ways to make me…want to explode from the overwhelming love I feel.”

We close our cherrywood front door behind us as we step out of the tower, feeling the embrace of the sunlight grace our immortal flesh.

“Remind me to tell you the history of Waterdeep. It’s utterly fascinating! Maybe when we get back home.”

“I can’t wait to hear about it, love,” I tell him. Honestly, I love listening to him explain any sort of history or fun facts about his interests. I swear, I learn something new every day because of Gale.

We stroll through the little shopping centers, finding new clothes for ourselves and new toys for Jenevelle. We laugh and smile at the jokes that the bard in the center of the shopping center is telling everyone as we continue to explore the shops. It’s always something new in this glorious city. He holds Jenevelle in his left arm as we enjoy our morning admiring the serene environment and happy people around us.

As we leave the ‘The Fancy Baby’ store, where we spent quite a bit on toys and cloth diapers, I notice a male tiefling with gray skin, blue horns, and dark ash-colored hair in front of the store, who is staring me down with his crimson demonic eyes as if he knows who I am. I observe him for a moment, trying to contemplate on if I’m familiar with this man in any way. I sigh and try to ignore him as we head down the trail back home, but the sound of footsteps can be heard behind us. I pause, stopping in my tracks and Gale does the same, but only because he notices me.

“Is everything alright?” he asks.

“Um. Honey?”

“What is it, baby?” I hope that him following us is a strange coincidence, but part of me is extremely doubtful. There is something unusual about that man, but I can’t seem to put my finger on as to what it could be. Other than his ominous demeanor and bloodthirsty stare, there’s another quality that makes me feel uneasy.

“That man is following us. We made intense eye contact a few moments ago, but I didn’t think anything of it. I don’t know him, but it’s like he knows me.” Gale turns around, noticing the tiefling who happens to stop walking as Gale makes contact with him. The tiefling then smiles innocently, but flashes his teeth that are as sharp as daggers, trying to appear friendly.

“Hello, uh, can we help you with something?” Gale asks calmly, trying to keep his cool. The man furrows his brows and nods, crossing his arms as his eyes shift from Gale to me rather quickly.

“Tsk tsk… You can’t, but the woman behind you can.” The tiefling points at me, making me feel uncomfortable. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to be anything but a friend.”

“I have no clue who you are,” I mutter, taking a step back. “Gale, let’s go.”

“I’m Emmy’s spouse, so you can tell me what you want with her.” I take Jenevelle from his arms as the tiefling steps closer to Gale. There’s a craze in this man’s eyes that looks to thirst for murder, but it could also just be his face. There has to be some sort of mix-up, I have never seen this gentleman a day in my life.

“My name is Fanden. I was once a human, but I do not remember a lot of my past life.” Part of me believes that statement is a lie. “I’m a son of a whore that was sacrificed to Bhaal. And brother to you, Emmy.” No, it can’t be. Is this my brother? The one my mom mentioned in the letter?

“You’re…my brother?” Fanden chuckles, revealing a disturbing smirk.

“Indeed.”

“I don’t know what to say other than I hate that we never met until now.” He begins pacing around us with his hands behind his back, observing both Gale and I.

“Gortash made a slimy deal with the devil. All I know is that when your mother and him were together, his warlock patron at the time before he became an artificer promised him eternal power, one that is unusual. This made him hungry for more power. When your mother left him, his patron stalked her until you were born. He didn’t find out until recently that you’re his daughter, and he had to pry it out of your mother. Anyway, he was so absorbed in this power that he stopped caring about their past love. Bane gave him everything he ever needed, on top of the powers his patron gave him.”

“And how do you fit into this?” I ask, realizing what he’s saying is the truth after all.

“One day, he was in so much guilt over your mother. He missed her. Wanted her back. He wanted to find out so bad if her daughter was his, but he could never find her again to ask. So, he found my, um, mom. Got her pregnant. She slept around after my birth and kept me away from him, so he said. I don’t know much else, but he and I reconnected recently.”

“I have a very bad feeling about this,” Gale whispers to me, but not loud enough for Fanden to hear. I clear my throat nervously, anxious about what he’s going to say next.

“Oh, on that note, Ketheric has your friend Rolan. I can help you get him back.” Wait, how do they know about Rolan? WHY would they have him? I hope this is a fucking prank.

“But why would you help me?”

“You’re my sister, and I hate the Chosen Three as much as you! Luckily, Orin is dead. Don’t worry about her. Bhaal found her to be too weak after she resurrected.” My insight and perception on this unusual man is struggling to decipher if he’s lying or not.

“Another question for you before I decide to help. How do you know what I look like if we never met? You’ve clearly been following me.” I think I stumped him because he’s giving me a blank stare without saying a word. “And is Rolan really gone?”

“Yes, and he will be slaughtered if you don’t listen to me. That’s a promise. I have the means to help you if you let me.”

“Where do we even go? How do I save him?”

“Moonrise, and bring that baby with you.” There it is. There’s the catch. He’s with them and part of the Chosen Three now that Orin is gone. The moment he mentioned Jenevelle is the very moment I caught his sneaky intentions.

“WHAT?!” Gale and I both shout, and I notice my husband’s hands clench as this man smirks at us.

“If you want Rolan to live, I suggest you do as I say.” With Ketheric being alive, I know soul chains are involved, which could give them all immortality if we get snatched. If my baby gets her immortality stripped away and she dies, she will be rotting in the Hells.

“Wait, how can we get Gortash and Ketheric to die for good?” I ask, hoping for some sort of answer or miracle. Gale puts his right hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it to warn me.

“Honey, he’s with them. Everything he’s saying is a trap, and we absolutely can’t bring the baby.”

“Isn’t your baby immortal, just like both of you? Then you shouldn’t worry at all,” Fanden comments, his voice low and intimidating, just like Gortash. How does he even know that we’re immortal and how long has this man been spying on us? To save Rolan’s life, I’m going to lie; I have a plan.

“Fine. We’ll bring her. Just give us time to get there.” Gale looks at me for a brief moment with worried eyes, but he can somehow detect I’m deceiving Fanden, so he relaxes his shoulders. The tiefling smiles, though it’s masking his deceitful expression. He still doesn’t walk away. What else does he want?

“Erm… Oof, yikes, well…Jenevelle needs her diaper changed, it stinks over here. We better skedaddle,” Gale exaggerates trying to get us out of this situation, though he’s actually correct unfortunately. Well played, my daughter.

“Fine. SEVEN days. That’s how long you have to get to Moonrise. The earlier, the better.” Fanden turns around, storming off into the opposite direction, looking threatening as he fades off into the distance. His bulky hands could crush a skull instantly. Gale and I stand here completely distraught by what just happened in front of our very presence.

“Well, let’s get home and discuss a plan. I may have an idea in mind,” I mention, trying to stay calm and free of stress, though this whole ordeal is mortifying.

“Here we go, we get to kill yet another Bhaal problem, though I hope we can cure him of that affliction. I doubt he will change his mind,” Gale mentions and gazes at me with sad eyes. He knows how painful it is for me that it may have to come to that. A brother and a father of mine that have to perish.

We made it back to the tower after an eventful afternoon. At least we had a solid three days with no unexpected disasters, though I will admit this was one event I could live without. I was on edge the entire time, feeling like my heart would burst at any given moment.

“Well, the baby is changed and down for a nap. What’s the plan? Wait a second… We’re going to need our companions again, aren’t we?” Gale seems to be nervous, because unlike us, our friends aren’t immortal and we can only do so much to protect them while we have Jenevelle.

[Emmy’s evil half-brother Fanden is introduced]

My name is Fanden, a former human who grew up not having much of a childhood. I had a mother who was an escort and worked at Sharess Caress in Rivington during the week while I stayed with a sitter most of the time, and my father…well, he’s a tyrant who hungers for power, control, and working people to the bone. One night he slept with my mother to ease his mind, which was rampant from stress and his eagerness to get shit done. I saw my mother for only one hour a day as a kid, and the most fun I ever had was when my sitter took me to the playground every day. Occasionally, we went to the beach, but it didn’t feel right not having my mom there. I wonder who she would’ve been today. I wonder if I’d be so corrupted if she was alive.

My father was mostly out of my life, because my mother never told him she was pregnant with me. He didn’t want to have sex with anyone else but her when he went to Sharess Caress, and when he realized she stopped going, he felt the need to search for answers, like where she went and if she was even still alive. She left the city and hid for as long as she could, taking me with her and promised me a new life.

“We won’t live in these sewers for long,” she told me. Her voice was broken, her eyes drenched with salty tears. When I was around ten years old, she was murdered by Orin and her body was given up to the altar of Bhaal, right before Orin became his chosen. Gortash didn’t know of this for a while. I don’t quite remember how he found out or if he even knows Orin was responsible.

I wanted to forget every single horrible instance I’ve endured. I sold my soul to the devil Mephistopheles to replace the horrid sadness I couldn’t escape from. I told the devil that I’d rather feel any other terrible emotion than the painful heartbreak that I just couldn’t handle any longer. He couldn’t promise me happiness, but he could promise me a new life. I accepted and couldn’t wait for the heartache to leave my body. The moment my soul was sold, I became a grey-skinned tiefling with crimson eyes, beyond recognition of who I once was. This happened seventeen years after my mom’s death, and I found a new way to live: bloodthirsty for murder.

As a kid, I managed to survive on my own, though it was hard. Hiding in shadows, scrounging off food from the trash, hunting animals…and dealing with the sorrows of my mothers death along with it all. However, recently, after selling my soul to the righteous devil, I’ve felt empowered. Right after Orin got killed by Emmy, who is my half-sister, I became his chosen. I have searched every corner of Baldur’s Gate seeking ways to murder so I can please my angry lord. Yes, the dragonborn used to produce Bhaalspawn is dead, but I’m now Bhaal’s chosen, and it’s only going to get worse from here.

Gortash came to me after becoming resurrected, admitting to me that he’s my father and he found out the entire truth just years later. He resents my mother for never telling him I was his son. He took me in, and I’m free to shelter and eat an endless amount of food as long as I obey his wishes.

“My son, have you gotten any sightings of Miss Emmy yet? I need to find her soon. She will receive the wrath that’s been long-awaited from her,” he mumbles, cracking his knuckles. “Maybe I’ll be merciful. She is my daughter after all.”

“The last I saw, she was eating breakfast at that Inn in Waterdeep where you had made contact with her mind. Her, that Wizard, and their baby were eating with some other tiefling. She was so absorbed into the mind tricks, I really couldn’t get too much info out of her. That was last tenday though.”

“They have a baby? My grandchild?” He hesitates, trying to process what I had just said. “Oh, even better.” The hallways of the palace are rather quiet as his voice echoes through the place. “This will be so much easier without Orin getting in the way.” My brow furrows, confused by what he means by that. Last I understood, she was alive and ready to rip apart the city again. Hells, if she’s dead, that just makes life even easier for me.

“Wait –”

“Yes, she’s dead. Again. Bhaal made his choice, realizing she’s really not as worthy as he thought. He found you, a much better predecessor. We’ll have to get into that later. This is the one instance I guess I could say I’m glad you worship Bhaal, though I hope you can join me in my praise for the almighty Bane. Ahem. Moving on to other matters.” He studies my face, realizing I have so much I need to ask him. “It appears you have questions. Out with it, son.” My claw scratches the flesh of my thigh, but I’m fighting the urge to dig for blood, even though it’s my own. I want to destroy it. Obliterate. Annihilate.

“Well, you mentioned the baby before. Why do you want her?” A smirk appears on his stern face as he begins to pace back and forth.

“You’re a paladin. An oathbreaker, like our dear friend Ketheric. I wouldn’t expect you to understand everything, so I’ll let it slide. That baby has a chance to grow up and dominate the brain, helping us control and gain power for ourselves. It’s not too late. I will please Bane and show him I really am worthy of this second chance.” I guess I can’t argue that. However, there is one particular issue getting in the way of the plan.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, father.” Gortash sighs heavily and crosses his bulky arms against his chest, pouting like a toddler.

“And why not?”

“Emmy, that wizard, and the baby included – they’re all immortal. All of them. That baby won’t age, so she has no chance of falling to your demands.” Ketheric steps in next to my father, holding a serious stare with him.

“That also means Emmy’s memories can’t be affected if she’s immortal. If we chain her with the soul chains…we can take that from her. She’ll be weak like a squirming imp who can’t bother to fly.” Gortash smiles, nodding at Ketheric and impressed with his plan. It seems their goal is to gain immortality for themselves and conquer the world like before, but hopefully with success. I’ll be there to take control also, and bring those who refuse us to slaughter.

“Fanden, my son, I must say I am rather impressed with your abilities to get all the information I need about her. You’ve been keeping track without even being spotted, and for that, I must say thank you. I underestimated you. Bring Emmy to me at all costs. We will use the soul chains to grant us eternal life and suck out the weakness within her, unless we can somehow manage to get her to comply. We’ll go from there.”

“And if she somehow catches me?”

“Find a way to lure her in.”

“Tell her that little tiefling friend of hers was abducted,” Ketheric grumbles, his voice so deep it brings chills across my flesh. “If she doesn’t comply, he dies.”

I pick up my warhammer and place it behind my back, feeling a powerful urge within me to destroy. I have to fight the temptation to murder her right then and there, no matter what happens. I will become worthy of my father’s love and compassion…if Gortash even has it in his heart. I’d rather have his approval than Bhaal’s, but neither of them need to know that.

“And spawn? Try not to get yourself killed.” I nod as I turn around to storm out the doors.

“You underestimate my power, father.” He claps his hands together as he gives me an evil yet appreciative gaze, his smirk expressing hopefulness and determination.

“That’s what I like to hear, son.”

Gale: “My love…what’s that smell?”

Emmy: “Damn, the baby pooped again? Sheesh…”

Gale: “Karlach is holding the baby, don’t you dare blame our sweet child.”

Emmy: “Couldn’t be me.”

Meanwhile, her butt: