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Minsc of Rashemen and Sarevok Anchev of the Baldur's Gate franchise, as directed by Abi.

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TLDR: Can you beat up all your problems? Where does strength come from? Are we overthinking or underthinking? Are people evil naturally or do they develop that way? Do we embrace tradition or usurp it? And how smart are hamsters, really?

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hi i just realized it's been a whole ass year since i made this blog a multi

what a time to be alive

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ircncrisis

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐤 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐯

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲: 𝐀𝐛𝐢

𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒.

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧: Where strength comes from, being smarter than you look, a boisterous bruiser with a soft center, embracing tradition and usurping it, and the cultured badass. And nearly becoming a god through industrial sabatoge.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝.

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fleshcarverfugitive

happy new year gang!!

now that i'm attempting to be back for realsies this time - i'm gonna wipe ( most ) of my slate clean.

if we have a thread / interaction going that you'd like to keep around, let me know!! and there's a few i'll keep bc i'm enjoying them. but most asks / drafts that aren't from like. the last month or so. are getting wiped.

just need to reboot, if that makes sense. gonna try and use the thread tracker again this year, so i'll put the link for that here once i'm done :3

ircncrisis

hey gang - doing some reorganizing -- here's my thread tracker for these two dopes:

https://www.rpthreadtracker.com/public/fleshcarverfugitive/ircncrisis-threads

#( gone buttkicking ): ooc

ratscrap

maybe in another life the world could have been kinder to us both

ircncrisis

@lambofbhaal

#( sarevok stands ready ): s; visage #( who is the lamb? ; who is the knife? ): judith #( lambofbhaal. )#judith gets his own tag now i make the rules ))#rabbit heart ftw ))#so fuckin cute eric i cry ))

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BOO AS HAMPTER MEMES!!

This idea consumed me until I completed it and look at them they’re so cute yaaaay!!

A part of my boo design is I give him a little white spot on his head to match minsc’s tattoo because it’s cute :)

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#( it is not an honor; it is a hamster ): boo #BOO!!!! ))#i meant to rb these so long ago and i just remembered now LMAO ))#officially how i imagine boo ))#ty wren i owe you my life ))

In a moment of weakness, Puck smacks Sarevok right on his bald head.

“ Sorry. ”

Another smack.

“ Sorry, again. ”

𝐏𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐑 𝐑𝐍 | 𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐬.

It was a quiet night in the Elfsong.

Puck was near his older brother, the two in mutually agreed silence as Sarevok cleaned his armor and blade from the day's ventures.

At least - he thought it was mutually agreed silence.

Smack.

"Sorry."

Sarevok barely flinched at the smack to his bald head, eyes merely flicking over in Puck's direction as he spoke, "Do mind your gangly limbs, kin."

A jab at Puck - almost brotherly. Lighthearted, if one could.

He returned to his work.

Smack.

"Sorry, again."

He set down his helmet and cloth.

Fully turned his attention to Puck.

"Is there a reason you keep smacking my head, or have your limbs suddenly grown minds of their own?"

#( bloodtwin. )#( have you met my hamster? ): asks #( i await your command ): s; ic #( end this; befitting our heritage ): s; bg3 v.#i lived bitch ))

lambofbhaal

"Just because our communications have been slim doesn't mean there haven't been any at all, brother." Judith retorted. It was actually... quite unclear to him if Sarevok was even joking or not. The deathbringer had that tone in his voice that was always hard to read for the elf... Thinking of having to return to Baldur's Gate, though... the priest sighed. He didn't doubt Sarevok's assessment, the last time he was dragged back was much more recent than he would wish, after all. It certainly wasn't a visit he enjoyed, though. Knives attempting to be planted in his back as often as he was showered with hollow praise from the same city that'd nearly sent him to his death over a century ago for his true nature. "It's... More complicated than you would think." Judith admitted, not quite wanting to elaborate further. It'd all transpired after Sarevok had been slain, and frankly, it's not really a series of life experiences he'd enjoy rethreading.

"Though hopefully, if you are kept at my side, we shouldn't run into too much trouble... At least not trouble we'd already bargained for in doing all of this."

ircncrisis

"So the lamb grows sharp teeth," Sarevok huffed, a grin on his face at having semi-successfully ruffled his brother. At least, in his eyes. Was this what siblings were supposed to be like?

He wasn't sure.

"I'll allow you to regale me with the complexities on your own time," He offered Judith that much -- an invitation to avoid reliving the whole damn thing at least for now -- before continuing, "We will have plenty of new ones to worry about."

Sarevok grew quiet as he waited for Judith to prepare for the road ahead, his jaw set and staring off as he sunk into thought about.... something.

"...Jaheira specified that our father had done it again."

He swallowed thickly. Remembered a prophecy that he'd memorized and seared into his brain.

A half hearted jab fell out of him, permeated by a weariness that only came from being one of the last of a kind.

Partially by his own doing.

"I'm impressed at his restraint. Only creating one more."

#( lambofbhaal. )#( i await your command ): s; ic #( end this; befitting our heritage ): s; bg3 v.

fleshcarverfugitive

hey gang i am currently out of my adhd meds and idk when they're gonna ship so - that's why i've been so sparse and will probably continue to be very sporadic until they come

man i forgot how much being unmedicated sucks flkdsjfdsjf

#( gone buttkicking ): ooc #my brain wants to focus on everything and nothing rn ))#so if i'm a melted puddle for a bit that's why ))

lambofbhaal

It's not as if Judith's devotion was a blind one. After all, he was depending more on arrows and swords by the time Sarevok had initially joined him- what else was a cleric to do, when at that point his own god was disallowed from even talking to him? Yet, here, now, he still stands- considering this church to the very god who struck him with silence for so long to be his home. Perhaps the both of them had more of a complex relation to the divine than they'd give the other credit for.

"Right, then." Another sigh, thinking of his last time he had returned to the city... A far from unpleasant visit. The thought of returning down to the sewers wasn't all that pleasant, either. "I have a few ideas where her contacts could be found, at least." Judith adds, nodding along. Then-- "Ah," The tips of his ears suddenly redden. Sarevok didn't know about his shepherd activities, didn't he? "...Right. They can do just fine on their own if I depart for a little while. It wouldn't be the first time." He turns his head towards the outdoors, where they could be heard from the distance. "Perhaps I could introduce you to them proper, in time."

ircncrisis

"So you have not spoken to her, nor heard anything from any civilized part of the continent in the last hundred years -- yet you know where Jaheira and her Harpers have taken to hiding?" Sarevok raised an eyebrow - another attempt at a joke - as he put his helmet back on, "You are a strange one, Ward."

He huffed, "I imagine we'll be a bit longer than a little while, but I'll trust your judgement on the creatures. Their survival will prove if they are worthy of standing in my presence."

( That was to say: Yes, Judith. I'd be happy to meet your sheep when all of this is over. )

Sarevok hummed, "I imagine you will be more warmly received in the city, in any case. I cannot see Baldur's Gate allowing me to stroll in unattended, even a century later. Unless somehow they've all but forgotten your heroic deeds."

"Somehow," The Deathbringer tilted his head, "I cannot see you complaining about that."

#( lambofbhaal. )#( i await your command ): s; ic #( end this; befitting our heritage ): s; bg3 v.#lol. lmao even. ))

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lambofbhaal

In Judith's own defence, the life of an adventurer was hardly one he ever wanted to have to begin with. For him, he always desired quite the opposite. Sarevok perhaps spent his years as a mercenary, rugged and continuing to surround himself with violence. Judith wanted the rest of the world to simply leave him be. The elf furrows his brows. He understands how his brother has come to feel about gods, what, with how both he and Judith have been used as pawns by the divine, but Judith felt as if he was just being obtuse with this. After all, Lathander's principals are still his own. That's what a priest like him should strive for, at the very least. "You- you know what I mean, Brother." There's a deep silence afterwards, as if he's trying to get himself to finally admit... Something. Then, a sigh of his own.

"...I will go with you. It would be foolishly selfish of me not to." He looks upwards to meet Sarevok's eyes, expression grim.

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Maybe he was being purposefully obtuse.

Not that he would ever tell Judith that.

The way his brother still put faith in the gods always did make him raise an eyebrow - but who was he to question the source of his power? It was the same power that had brought him down, after all. Along with a non-insignificant number of their siblings.

He met Judith's eyes, his own flickering orange and yellow when he did so.

"We make for Baldur's Gate, then. Unless there have been major changes in His church, I doubt Bhaal has moved his temple from the Undercity," A huff, "And if nothing else, I'm sure Jaheira's little Harpers are skittering about like mice and spying for her. If we can find one of them - we can find her."

Sarevok finally cast a glance out towards where he heard the lambs, towards the back of the temple, teasing, "So long as your flock won't be too lonely without you."

#( lambofbhaal. )#( i await your command ): s; ic #( end this; befitting our heritage ): s; bg3 v.#sarevok can you not be dramatic for two seconds ))#. no. no he can't ))#it's the anchev way ))

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Too many tabs open......... Yeah. Both on my PC and in my brain. And are y'all not screaming at the void for enrichment???? Is that just me-???????

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lambofbhaal

The temple itself is rather small for a place of worship. More fit for a single follower than a proper church, for certain. That would answer well enough if he'd have any company with him in the past century... In between the harsh sounds of Sarevok's heartbeat, however, were the distant sounds of lambs bleating... Though something like that hardly replaces presence of another person. So, perhaps his thought of retirement was different from what his older brother would want. He was, in fact, satisfied with this life, or, at least, he thought himself to be. But, now... "I... I see." He holds the letter tighter in his hands. It makes sense, he guesses, for the details to be so vague. Divinity works in strange ways, one thing he should be well aware of with his role as a priest.

"It would be a lie, brother, to tell you that I'm not content here," Judith begins, finally handing the Harper's words back to the deathbringer. "...But I'd be going against Lathander's own words not to aid you in something like this." the cleric says-- leaving out the parts where he feels personally responsible for a mess like this. Sarevok was there, all those years ago, when Judith had made his choice, after all. He... Wouldn't want to linger on it more than he already has.

ircncrisis

Sarevok's brow furrowed at the sound of the bleating lambs -- was Judith simply existing out here as a sheep farmer?

Had all sense of adventure left his brother?

He took the letter back as Judith offered it, folding it with his free hand and storing it back in his pack before speaking, "Is that right? Lathander Himself has thoughts on this whole travesty?"

"I suppose it's easy to have those when you're but a mere spectator," The Deathbringer remarked bitterly, "I'm more interested in your words, Ward. I have neither the time nor the patience to listen to the ramblings of the divinities."

A deep breath. A sigh.

"Are you agreeing to come or not?"

#( lambofbhaal. )#( i await your command ): s; ic #( end this; befitting our heritage ): s; bg3 v.

lambofbhaal

Judith can't help but grumble at the whole ordeal. Lathander knows he tries to be a patient man, especially with most of the bad blood between he and his brother being long past them... but, he cannot deny the fact he's always been one to get easily frustrated. Years spent with only the company of a shepherd's flock have hardly helped.

"...No, actually." He replies, quite matter of factly as he finishes cleaning up the mess besides him. "I don't... often get communications. From anyone, really." By his own tone, it's evident it's not something that bothers him. Though as Sarevok continues, handing Judith the letter the Harper had given him, his demeanour shifts, ever so slightly. He continues to stare at the parchment, not even sure where to begin. His brother was correct in guessing he'd know exactly who was being discussed, at least. It's not every day your father, the lord of murder, comes back from the dead after staying dormant for so long. ...This was inevitable, though, wasn't it? In Judith's choice to stay mortal what feels like a lifetime ago, he was only guaranteeing Bhaal's return. Part of this was his own fault, and if he just continued to simply stand there, that fact would eat him up alive. He just wished it wasn't so soon. That he could've been allowed at least a bit more peace and quiet before he was thrown back into all of this again. "How...- When--?"

ircncrisis

"Fairly recently, I'd imagine. Unless I, too, have missed some drastic news," Sarevok explained as Judith took the letter, shifting slightly in place, "I don't want to consider what the Harper meant by him doing it again, in any case."

He looked around the temple briefly, taking in the building around him.

Quiet.

Still.

He swore he could hear his heartbeat in his chest and the blood in his veins if he concentrated enough.

And Judith was happy out here?

"I don't know the 'how', either," The Deathbringer huffed, "One of his many, many, many tricks, I'd imagine. As sore a loser as ever he was."

A long pause between them as Sarevok thought. Perhaps Judith would shove him out the door, now. Perhaps he was wrong to think that his brother would clamor for the chance to end their father as he did.

He decided to continue talking before Judith would get the chance.

"I'm going to assist in stopping him. Again. You've always been of a more... heroic disposition than I, so I thought I might come to fetch you," A hum, "If you're content here, however - I will be taking my leave."

#( lambofbhaal. )#( i await your command ): s; ic #( end this; befitting our heritage ): s; bg3 v.

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lambofbhaal

Poor, poor Judith. He was in the middle of preparing himself some tea before the intrusion. Tea that now finds itself spilled onto the ground thanks to his older brother's unexpected presence. "Truth be told," He takes a deep breath to recoup himself, picking back up the dropped mug as he did so... The thing was shattered to pieces. Unfortunate. He'd have to fix it up later. "I was hoping you would have thought me dead."

"...But I suppose with our... special circumstances, that would be wishful thinking." Another sigh escapes his lips. He can ask how a human man has found himself living for so long at another date. It's clear Sarevok has a reason to present himself at Judith's temple that isn't simply to just answer the elf's questions.

ircncrisis

"Wishful thinking indeed," Sarevok hummed, before noting the broken mug and the spilled tea, "...I suppose that will need to be cleaned."

As close to an offer to help as Judith would get.

Putting his helmet under his arm, Sarevok proceeded with his true purpose - his reason for seeking his little lamb of a younger brother, "Have you received any news from Jaheira recently? She sent me a missive, which prompted me to find you."

"You are the only one I could trust to assist me with this venture, after all."

He retrieved and then held out the paper, once sealed with the symbol of the Harpers, folded neatly in a pocket of his travel bag - offering it to Judith once his tea situation was sorted.

"He has returned, and with a vengeance, it seems."

Sarevok hoped his tone was enough to convey just who he meant.

#( lambofbhaal. )#( i await your command ): s; ic #( end this; befitting our heritage ): s; bg3 v.#surprise mime muse mention teehee ))#:3 ))

@lambofbhaal // judith // from here.

Sarevok couldn't help the smile that spread across his face - the low chuckle that rumbled out of him - as Judith yelped in surprise.

Had his constitution not changed much in the last century?

...No, elves tended to avoid much change, if they could - didn't they?

"The very same," He spread his arms wide, before removing his horned helmet, "You seem surprised to see me."

A tilt of his head, a raise of an eyebrow.

"Don't tell me you thought me dead?" He huffed, "Your soul, even a piece of it, is far too potent to allow that just yet."

#( lambofbhaal. )#( i await your command ): s; ic #( end this; befitting our heritage ): s; bg3 v.#YEAHHHHH GORION'S WARDDDDD ))#time to come back to society little lamb <3 ))

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