Selune's Chosen: Baldur's Gate Afterstory

Prologue

There was quite the celebration in the city of Baldur's Gate, the wind bustled softly, the leaves flying as gracefully as a dragon. Many people gathered in the tavern "Sharess' Carress", the Nether Brain has been defeated, the Grand Design has been prevented. A beautiful wizard with silver hair in a ponytail, the savior of Baldur's Gate sits down near the bar, her name was Mitravesh. The newly christened Selunite, Shadowheart, walked toward her. "Well, look who it is, the fabled hero of Baldur's Gate," Shadowheart said, a smile going across her face.

The flickering candlelight cast shadows on the worn wooden walls as the two women exchanged a triumphant smile. Mitravesh raised her tankard and chuckled "To us, Shadowheart! You've been at my side since the nautiloid crash, now I cannot imagine life without you in it!" Shadowheart blushed and clinked her tankard against Mitravesh's. "I feel the same Mitra, I thought all I wanted was to become Shar's right hand, but now I see, all I want is to be by your side." As they toasted, a robed figure approached, his face hidden beneath a hood.

"Congratulations, Mitravesh, Shadowheart. Your victory over the netherbrain has saved us all," he said in a gravelly voice. Mitravesh arched an eyebrow, her silver hair glinting in the dim light. "Who are you, and how do you know our names?" The hooded figure lowered his hood, revealing a scarred but friendly face, it was the tiefling Zevlor. "The Grand Design has been thwarted, thanks to you." Shadowheart nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly. "The Grand Design may be foiled, but our journey is far from over. There are still mysteries to unravel and wine to be drank." 

Mitravesh grinned, swirling the ale in her tankard. "True, my love. But for tonight, let us revel in our victory. We've earned it." The three of them laughed and shared stories late into the night, the atmosphere in Sharess' Carress filled with a sense of camaraderie. The silver haired wizard and the Selunite cleric, unlikely allies turned lovers, knew that the road ahead would be challenging, but for now, they basked in the warmth of success and the bonds forged in battle.

Mitravesh and Shadowheart emerged from the opulent halls of Sharess' Caress, the dim lights of the establishment casting a mysterious glow on Mitravesh's silver hair. The night air was crisp as they strolled through the bustling streets of Baldur's Gate, their footsteps echoing in the quiet moments between the distant sounds of the city.

Unbeknownst to them, a woman with a cloak drawn tightly around her figure watched them from the shadows. Unseen by all, the presence of Shar, the Mistress of the Night, began to weave its influence into the unsuspecting bystander. A subtle transformation took place as the woman's eyes glowed briefly with an otherworldly darkness.

Shadowheart, sensitive to the divine energies surrounding her, felt a subtle disturbance in the air. She turned her head slightly, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings. "Mitravesh, do you sense that? Something feels... off," she said in a hushed tone. Mitravesh furrowed her brow, her silver eyes scanning the area. "I feel it too, my love. A disturbance in the weave, as if the very shadows conspire against us."

Despite the ominous sensation, Shadowheart hesitated for a moment before deciding to continue their journey home. "It's probably nothing, just the residual effects of our encounter with the Netherbrain. Let it not mar our celebration." As they walked away, the cloaked figure stirred with newfound purpose, now a vessel for Shar's presence. The woman's movements were no longer her own, and an eerie smile played across her lips.

Shadowheart couldn't shake the feeling of being watched but chose to focus on the warmth of Mitravesh's hand in hers. "Let us leave these mysteries for another time, my love. Our victory deserves a night of peace and celebration." Mitravesh nodded, squeezing Shadowheart's hand reassuringly. Little did they know that the presence of Shar had silently infiltrated their world, and the threads of destiny were beginning to weave a tale far more intricate than they could have imagined.

The night hung heavy with an unnatural stillness as Mitravesh and Shadowheart settled into the comfort of their shared chamber. Mitravesh's silver hair cascaded over her shoulders as she prepared a calming herbal tea, her practiced hands moving with grace. However, an unspoken tension lingered in the air. As Shadowheart lay beside her, a troubled expression played upon her face. Suddenly, she jerked awake, gasping for breath, her eyes wide with the residue of a haunting dream. Mitravesh turned to her in concern, setting aside the tea.

"Shadowheart, my love, what's wrong?" Mitravesh's voice was gentle, but worry etched lines on her face. Shadowheart trembled, struggling to find her words. "It was... a nightmare, Mitravesh. Shar's presence loomed over me, and I saw visions of darkness, my parents, dead, by my own hands, and a childhood I never had."

Mitravesh's green and blue eyes widened, understanding the gravity of the dreams that tormented her lover. She reached out and cradled Shadowheart's face in her hands, offering a grounding touch. "Shhh, my love. It was just a dream. You're safe here with me." Tears welled up in Shadowheart's eyes as she clung to Mitravesh. "I can't shake the feeling that Shar is trying to torment me." 

Mitravesh gently wiped away Shadowheart's tears. "You don't have to face this alone, Shadowheart. We'll confront whatever darkness lies within together. I am here for you, now and always." As the night wore on, Mitravesh held Shadowheart close, their bodies entwined in an effort to ward off the lingering shadows. Mitravesh spoke soothing words, casting protective spells to create a haven against the nightmares that threatened to consume her lover's mind.

The silver-haired wizard whispered words of love and reassurance, "You are not defined by the dreams that haunt you, my Shadowheart. Our love is stronger than any darkness. We'll face this together, and I'll stand by your side, no matter what secrets the past may hold." The vulnerability of the moment brought them closer, forging a deeper connection between the two women. Shadowheart clung to Mitravesh, allowing herself to be vulnerable in the safety of their shared sanctuary.

With the first light of dawn, Mitravesh continued to comfort Shadowheart, their bodies tangled in an intimate embrace. "We'll seek answers together, my love. Whatever shadows linger in your past, we'll unveil them and conquer the darkness as one." As the sun's rays began to fill the room, Mitravesh pressed a tender kiss to Shadowheart's forehead, a promise of unwavering support and love. The journey ahead would be challenging, but with Mitravesh by her side, Shadowheart found solace in the strength of their bond, ready to face whatever secrets awaited in the depths of her subconscious.