The Urge || Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfic||

Wild Magic

Dawn's first light peeked into the tent as I emerged, stretching to greet the new day. There was Gale, the ever-dutiful chef, flipping what he proudly proclaimed to be his "classic" bacon and eggs. The sizzling sound mingled with the morning chatter of Shadowheart, Wyll, and Karlach, who were gathered around the crackling campfire, their eyes following Gale's culinary dance. Meanwhile, Lae'zel maintained her solitary vigil, her back against a tree, her expression a permanent scowl, already clad in her gleaming silver armor, a stark contrast to our relaxed camp attire.

Catching sight of me, Gale flashed a smug grin, his eyebrows dancing with mischief. "Ah, Edith, gracing us with your presence," he teased, his voice laced with feigned formality. Wyll, sporting his newly acquired infernal features for the third day, turned and beckoned me over with a devilish smile, his large, twisted horns and the demonic hue of his eye a testament to his defiance against his patron—a sacrifice made for Karlach's life.

"Gods, Edith, you looked like you crawled out of the Hells," Shadowheart quipped, her voice tinged with genuine concern. Settling onto the open space on the log, I could feel the weight of her words. Rubbing my eyes, I knew I must look a sight, the result of a night tormented by that eerie butler's interruptions. "I didn't sleep that well," I admitted with a yawn, which seemed to summon Astarion.

The vampire sauntered over, a playful smirk on his lips as he touched our similarly pale hair. "Darling, you've got to let me do something with this hair," he insisted. My hair, bone straight and as white as snow, looked roughly cut, as though by a knife in a desperate moment. The gaps in my memory before the nautiloid incident loomed over me like a shadow.

I met Astarion's gaze, my retort light but pointed. "My hair is fine, rat breath," I teased. I couldn't help but smirk back, even as my attention shifted to Gale. The wizard seemed to dodge my gaze, his cheeks coloring with a shy flush. "Edith, Eggs? Bacon?" he offered, a hint of bashfulness in his voice. Gratefully, I accepted the plate from him with a smile.

It was strange, this budding friendship between Gale and me. Our magic was as different as night and day; I was born with it coursing through my veins, while Gale had to painstakingly study the weave. Yet here we were, two unlikely comrades sharing a meal, bound together by the twists of fate and the road ahead.

On the road

As we made our way through the treacherous mountain pass along the Risen Road, our group was led by Wyll and Karlach at the front. Astarion, Shadowheart, and I walked together in the middle, while Gale and Lae'zel kept watch at the back. The air was tense with anticipation, but little did we know that a pack of Gnolls, those feral and hyena-like humanoids, awaited us.

With their tall and lean figures, the Gnolls possessed an insatiable craving for the hunt. They were known for their strong sense of family and blood ties, although such camaraderie wasn't always extended to other packs. It was in this perilous moment that I found myself face to face with one of these fearsome creatures.

Summoning my magical abilities, I cast a fire bolt cantrip at the last remaining Gnoll. But as the spell coursed through my veins, an unexpected sensation washed over me. In an instant, I shrank in size, my once 5'3" stature diminishing to just a few inches. To my disbelief, I found myself transformed into a cat!

"What the hells?!" I exclaimed, but instead of words, a loud meow escaped my adorable feline face. My companions turned their attention towards me, their eyes gazing down from their towering forms. From my newfound perspective as a cat, I observed my own paws covered in fluffy white fur. It was a truly bewildering sight.

"Edith?!" Gale shouts with excitement rushing over picking me up gently "unhand me!" i try get out of his grasp but all that came from me were meows. "you naughty girl you should of told us about the wild magic!" he smiles i feel him stroke behind my cat ears it rather feel nice i relax in his arms.

Well, Astarion couldn't resist the temptation of holding kitty Edith. He reached out his arms, and one by one, my companions took turns passing me around like a hot potato. But amidst the playful exchanges, I let out a loud meow, hoping to convey my protest to Lae'zel and the others. I looked into Gale's eyes, hoping that he, being the perceptive one, might understand me.

To my relief, Gale took me from Lae'zel's arms and suggested we head back to camp, where Halsin, the wise druid, might be able to help unravel this feline mystery. As we arrived at camp, Halsin was busy tidying up and preparing dinner for our group.

"Oh! And who is this beautiful girl?" Halsin exclaimed, approaching me and scratching under my chin. I tried to catch his attention, knowing that as a druid, he might be able to understand my plight. "Edith?" Halsin said in shock, looking down at me. "You're a cat!" he exclaimed, clearly taken aback by the sight.

"I see that ," I replied, a hint of annoyance lacing my voice. I gracefully leaped out of Gale's arms, landing with a perfect poise on my feet. "Hey, do you think you could lend me a hand? Turns out my magic is a bit wilder than I expected," I admitted, feeling a tad embarrassed about my newfound affliction.

"That's something I can help with," he said, a smile spreading across his face. He disappeared into his tent and returned with a hefty book in his hands. Flipping through the pages, he searched for a spell that could tame my unruly magic.

As I sat in front of Gale, I couldn't help but notice how smitten he was with my transformation into a cat. He spoke fondly of tressym, revealing his passion for all things feline. With a sigh, I looked up at Gale, knowing he was a true friend. Gathering my courage, I stood up on my hind legs and climbed onto a nearby log, then made my way into his lap. His excitement was palpable as his gentle hands stroked my fur, and I could feel a soothing purr emanating from deep within my chest.

Some time later

Halsin returned, his presence heralding a sense of hope as I roused from my feline slumber. Stretching languidly atop the log, I watched Gale rise to his feet, making way for the druid's magic. With a deep incantation, Halsin unleashed a spell that cast a vibrant green glow over me. The energy enveloped my form, and I could feel the essence of my humanity snapping back into place.

As the light receded, I stood, observing my hands with a newfound wonder. The skin was pale, marked with lighter patches, a mosaic of my recent transformation. My nails, still painted a stark black from days before the chaos aboard the mind flayer ship, caught my eye. A smile crept across my face, a silent celebration of my return to form.