𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒕𝒆'𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉丨𝔅𝔊3𝔛𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌. Under a shady tree on another stone bench. Though, the clouds were still dark, and the light peaked through.

You were starving. You don't know how long it'd been since you arrived.

The trees swayed peacefully. This is somewhere that felt like home. It was the same there, and the same here. The wind still blew, the children were still playing with stick swords, it was still beautiful. Just a moment of peace.

A blissful hour went by. The wind had started to pick up, and the clouds were ever-graying.

You pondered why that fire was blue. Karlach's fire turned blue, if you had sex with her in the game. You knew that. And it was hot. But that fire wasn't any fire. It moaned, it ached, it yearned. It was depressing and it told, begged you to touch out to others and make them feel its plea.

Perhaps it was Spellplague. It looked like the wispy auras coming out of the cracked cobblestone in the Shadowfell. It certainly felt like it was described.

Your peace was interrupted by an 'ahem' and a cough.

"𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙚." you said. your gaze followed the noise.

Ah. It was the lordling again. You got a good look at him this time. He was ruggedly built, unconventionally handsome, hair messing up in the wind, and not smiling at you.

"𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?" He hissed urgently, with spit, in your face. Oh to be spit on by Gortash.

You wiped it off your face pointedly. "𝙉𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙣, 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩" You're nationality was shining through, no one would know though.

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌."

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗, 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙮. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛."

His posture straightened and he was clearly taken aback by your language "𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚?"

"𝙄 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝." Bad idea, to say that. Really, what're you thinking?

"..." his hands went up in a 'call it a day' manner, and his body turned and walked off. 1pt You, 0pts Gort.

He wasn't going to deal with someone so clearly childish to make 'your mom' jokes and started petty 'enemy to lover' rumors. It was all instinct coming out of your mouth. You didn't have anything else going on up in your cranium.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨?" You shouted as he rounded a corner, still stomping out of the park walkway. 2pts You, 0pts Gort.

You turned your head to infront of you, and curled into your previous disassociation posture. It was getting dark, and even bluer from the irritated clouds.

You stood up and walked out of the park, slowly, you didn't want another run in. Your chilled skin stood up on end, the cold was soaking your bones. You continued to walk astray, avoiding the center of the city. Rounding a corner, you felt a heat wave hit your cheeks and nose, and the smell of iron and freshly processed leather wafted through the air. Your head looked up and your eyes felt the warmth of the light. It was a blacksmithing place! Uh the forge. Of. the....you didn't remember the name. Where Dammon works, or will, or has. You didn't know what time it was. You stopped to look at the building.

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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒅, 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒆. They were holding hands. One had a leather apron on, with sleeves up to his elbows and a shorter brown beard and thin black receding hair atop his head. The other was in a kitchen apron of cloth, a long red braided beard and his hair pulled back in a bun. You discerned that they were having an important private conversation by the way the red haired dwarf's hands cupped the others close to his chest and his eyes crinkled in an earnest manner. It was too cute not to look away, though you should.

The man in the leather apron whipped his head around at your staring. It stopped his red-bearded lover mid-speech, also looking over at you.

"A𝙮𝙚! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡'𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪!?" it was some scotty-dialect. Even cuter of a couple. Your small smile faltered. You were caught peeping.

"𝘼𝙝! 𝙄 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚! 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚!" You shouted with cupped hands around your mouth. The man in leather did not appreciate your sentiment for whatever reason. You were just admiring simple lovers, truly.

𝙒𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙘𝙠! 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙖' 𝙤𝙧 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙪𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙮𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙚!" He let go of the others hands and stalked towards you. You raised your hands to your chest in defense.

"𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧-𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙧, 𝙪𝙝, 𝙨𝙖𝙚𝙧! 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙥!" you backed up a couple of steps, back hitting the cold wet wall. He wasn't stopping his strider towards you, holding a fire stoker in a tight fist. 

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What is Spellplague? I'm not going over the entire assassination plot of a Goddess, too fucking long.

♥ The Spellplague was in 1385, which was the Assassination of Mystra by the Gods Cyric (God of Lies and Murder) and Shar.

♥ For 10 years arcane magic didn't exist. Then The Weave completely tore apart, releasing Raw Magic.

♥ Huge win and lose for the Gale Lovers. I hate Mystra too.

♥ 2 earlier incarnations of Mystra had died to be reborn, which lead to control over the Weave again in 1480, known as Mystra's Return. Magic returned to its formal, but some spellplague lingered.

♥ The Shadow Weave collapsed as The Weave did.

♥ Any entities that came across this unleashed magic was at risk or dying or being warped. It's affects are called Plaguechanged.

♥ Plaguechanged beings often underwent physical mutations, insanity, an bestowed terrible powers. If they were lucky, they were left with a Spellscar, with "potent magical abilities".

♥ God's died in Mystra's home plane Dweomerheart which dissolved. Chaos obviously ensued. Wizard Wars, Waterdeep was in deep shit, wizards almost stopped existing, gods fused together or became undone yadda yadda.

♥ Huge Asmodeus lore and The Abyss again. He fucking tried to end The Blood War and just "stalled" it 100 years. anyway. complicated as fuck.

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