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Volo's Guide To Your Mother by LulaMillay
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Forgotten Realms (Roleplaying Game), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
11 Feb 2026
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Volothamp Geddarm has a brand new guidebook out, and it's all about seducing Gale's mother.
Elminster, naturally, is there to keep him in line.Series
- Part 16 of Lula's Crack / Humor
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When the Captain bowed it was by law alone. It was simply a to do, a reverence between Gods and men and Jaheira of Tethyr: the old druid in between. She could see the hard-cut cleverness in the sailor's eyes the moment she stood and shook the salt from her hair. She meant no deference. Tacit and cunning, this Minthara only knelt so she might slice at an enemy’s heel.
So as she bowed, Jaheira plucked herbs from the hearth. The flowers felt like velvet in her palms and fell like snow into her wine.
Because it had not been so long since she played these games of Gods and men.
Jaheira and Minthara, on the island on Tethyr. A loose Odyssey-inspired tale with a sapphic twist.
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28 Apr 2026
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It was fall when she took flight.
Elysium was somehow too loud and too safe at the same time. Where ambrosia and everburnt sun should calm her, it only reminded Jaheira that she did not belong. Perhaps it was fear that if she truly put down roots she would wither entirely. Perhaps it was the pesky tug of her mortal blood– the whispers of age in her skin that caused the nymphs to gasp and recoil to their groves as if she bore a curse. But when the ever-chittering forest of Jaheira’s mind began to whisper fly, fly– well. Call it an old witch’s intuition or simply call her a mad old woman. But a lifetime of pricking up her ears had served her fine enough.
She had served the Gods well, had bled for Greece twice over and died in its sands, but could not rest upon her laurels in Elysium as the other heroes could. Oh, how she yearned for the imperfections that lay at the foot of their mountain. For the gasp of cold seawater as it lapped at the spot beneath her breast. For dewberries, either too tart from the last frosts of spring or too fat on summer sun. Meadowgrass beneath her feet in the mornings and tanned furs by the fireplace at night. Toothaches soothed by mint leaves. Scrapes that ran red. Old lovers long lost to the Styx.
Mortal life, as silly as it were.
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The foul dungeon left behind by Jon Irenicus is no place for a body to lie forever. After the battle in Suldanessellar, Jaheira returns to Athkatla and, with Rasaad's help, retrieves Khalid's body to lay it properly to rest.
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- Part 14 of Jaheira Fic
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19 Apr 2026
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All this time, she has cherished the lingering feeling that Khalid was still with her, just out of view, as if she could turn her head and find him smiling at her if she could just figure out how to look.
But there is no escaping it in this cold room far below Athkatla, where his body sits preserved in its moment of final horror. She is here with her husband's corpse.
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Ramazith had been haunting his lonely tower for decades before having to suffer the presence of the new arrival, Lorroakan… only for the fool to die in the tower a mere decade later and join Ramazith as a ghost. Now, both trapped there with the new arrivals, Ramazith is forced to reflect on the similarities in their lives and their deaths.
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- Part 3 of The Not-So-Petrified Drow
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05 Apr 2026
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The tower was enjoying a rare moment of quiet. These had become so few and far between these last few years that Ramazith closed his eyes and let it all seep into him. The void of silence, so welcome, so rare. This was not the way things used to be. This used to be a contemplative place, dedicated to knowledge. Refinement.
And women, of course, but what else was the purpose of knowledge? Knowledge led to power, power led to money, and money led to women. The great ladder that all wished to climb to finally meet success.
The silence shattered, that grating noise once again filling the vast room.
"Have you seen what he's done with my office?"
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Don't Feed It (It Will Come Back) by darkheartedrose for HermeticPrinciples
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
30 Mar 2026
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She’d heard stories before, about accepting food from strangers who turned out to be hags or other nefarious fey creatures. But Marleth was fairly certain that hags only took the form of women. And, despite the something that bothered her, this man seemed harmless enough.
Her stomach grumbled loudly, deciding for her. The stranger shot her a knowing grin.
“Come, sit.” He gestured at a spot across from him, near the small cookfire. “Share a meal with me.”
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Decades after Gale becomes the god of cooking, a halfling bard encounters a mysterious fellow traveler on the road just north of Waterdeep.- Language:
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31 Mar 2026
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Still, Marleth learned much on her journeys. She learned that the Calishite method of preparing meat was far too spicy for her tongue to handle, and the camel milk she drank to ease the burn was sweet and delicious. She learned that Amnian dragoon soup somehow reminded her of home, and that an artichoke was not worth all the needed effort to get to the edible bits, in her opinion. She learned that Waterdhavian cuisine favored liberal application of various gravies and sauces, and that some of the best blood sausages Marleth had ever tasted were to be found, funnily enough, in Baldur’s Gate. She learned that she was slightly allergic to blue king crab, and that Mirabarran chestnut cheese on crusty bread with a side of pickled radish was a snack Marleth would always be in the mood for. And, perhaps most importantly, she learned again and again that no matter the myriad differences that seemed to separate her from every single person she spoke to, food was something that connected them all.