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Six months after the Netherbrain fell and your party went their separate ways, you reacquaint yourself with a now unfamiliar lover. Cold and divine. Not your Gale Dekarios, but the God of Ambition.

He’ll be there.

At least, that’s what you repeat to yourself over and over as you stare at the portal, Withers’s magic patiently waiting for you to make up your mind. 

Regardless of his presence, it’ll be a chance to see your friends, to wrap Wyll up in a tight hug, to hear Karlach’s roaring laughter again, to check in on Shadowheart after all this time. Astarion was in a rough spot last time you saw him, sprinting off into the distance to avoid the bite of the sun. It’ll be nice to know whether or not he made it out okay.

You take a breath. It doesn’t matter if he’s there. You need to be there.

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I speak into your Weave my doubts and fears, and hope the magics I’ve held were pleasing to your eye while my faith was unwavering. A devoted cleric of Mystra reevaluates her faith after speaking with the Mother’s fallen-from-grace Chosen, Gale Dekarios.

Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to devote myself to the Mother of Magic.

I have read what becomes of the world when she is not in it: death and decay, madness and disarray—a world without magic, without Mystra, is truly no world at all. Sorcerers, wizards, and clerics alike all suffered greatly when Shar and Cyric stole her from us. I have seen this type of damage firsthand. The Church has hosted many-a-spellcaster driven insane by failed magic. Mystra has encouraged hundreds to explore the limits of the Weave, and I have counted myself among those numbers for years. 

Still, I wonder.

Gale speaks highly of her. Of her beauty, her grace, her love. How she enveloped him in her arms and gave him purpose. He speaks of conquest, of a mortal worthy enough of her mind and her bosom. He speaks of failure, of his fall from grace. He wanted nothing more than to prove himself worthy of her, and for that, he was awarded an otherworldly hunger that threatens to rend him to nothing. 

Forgive me.

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Wyll Ravengard ❤️‍🔥 Painted this completely unplanned and unexpected portrait last night. I guess the heavy rain traditionally brought me inspiration after all, even though it's now really hard to not read all sound of thunder as explosions. Unfortunately russian attacks on our homes happen more often than thunderstorms. Wonder if this will ever go back to normal. Either way, happy with our handsome boy, excited to do more BG3 art when I have more time between commissions and charity work. If you like my art, consider tipping! MY TIP JARS HERE ❤️‍🩹

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