BG3 Modern AU Ski Trip
"This is a terrible idea," Astarion announced as he stared at the ski resort, looking very out of place in his pristine black coat, a cashmere scarf wrapped artfully around his neck.
âYou say that about everything,â Tav pointed out, nudging him.
âYes, well, Iâm usually right,â he quipped. âAnd in this case, I just know someone is going to die. Probably Karlach.â
Karlach, overhearing: âTHATâS THE SPIRIT!â
Laeâzel cracked her knuckles. âFinally, a test of physical prowess I can enjoy.â
âYouâve never skied before,â Shadowheart reminded her.
Laeâzel smirked. âYet, I will be the best.â
Karlach clapped a hand on Laeâzelâs shoulder. âWeâll hit the black diamonds together.â
âAbsolutely not.â Wyll stepped in, shaking his head. âNeither of you has ever set foot on a ski slope before, and I, as the only responsible adult in this friend group, refuse to let you kill yourselves.â
Gale, adjusting his rental skis: âHeâs not wrong. We should all probably start on the bunny hill.â
Karlach crossed her arms. âBunny hill is for cowards.â
âBunny hill is for not dying,â Shadowheart countered.
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âAlright, everyone stay in control, keep your knees bent, and take it slow,â Wyll instructed from the top of the hill.
âORââ Karlach said, already pushing off at full speed.
âKarlach, NOââ
But it was too late. Karlach was gone, a bright red blur tearing down the slope, screaming âIâM A WINTER GODDESS!â at the top of her lungs.
Laeâzel, inspired: âI AM ALSO A WINTER GODDESS!â And then she, too, launched herself down the hill.
Gale squinted after them. âThatâs⌠not how youâre supposed to do it.â
âOh, theyâre so dead,â Astarion muttered.
Tav, shaking their head fondly, took off nextâgraceful, controlled, actually skiing like a sane person.
âAlright, alright, letâs go,â Wyll sighed, following them.
Shadowheart rolled her eyes and lazily pushed off. âLetâs get this over with.â
That left Gale and Astarion.
âCome on, then,â Gale said, nudging him.
Astarion smirked. âOh, darling, no.â He gestured to his boots. âI didnât even rent skis.â
Gale blinked. âThen⌠why did you come on a ski trip?â
Astarion smiled. âFor the aesthetic, obviously. And to drink overpriced wine in the lodge while the rest of you imbeciles throw yourselves down a mountain.â
Gale sighed and shook his head, muttering something about âwasted potential.â











