Cleric of Lolth

Entering Moonrise, hand in hand.

When Ahlysaaria freed Nere, and realised it was the same man she had seen in her dreams that had protected her from transforming into a mind flayer. She could not explain it but she ran into his arms and kissed him, and he told her he had believed her to be dead. But then the absolute came over him, and he could speak of it no more.

I made Astarion into a swashbuckling bard and now he can't stop dancing and goofing around with my dark urge

Ahlysaaria & Astarion