#heyleth dawnwalker

Halsin: Only? You make it sound as if that's hardly creeping up in age.

Heyleth: ...Because it is. We live to be like... six or seven hundred.

Halsin: ...

Heyleth: ...

Halsin: So...you and I...are showing age due-

Bonus:

You know how some of us have deep lore about our OCs that spans multiple years of development? That's how it is for both Trechire and Heyleth.

To think I made Heyleth back in 2021, and now here I am in 2023, with BG3, Heyleth actually getting to meet her long last father, Halsin.

So everything will be wiped and replaced shortly.

Of course there had more infected that had survived.

Heyleth should feel glad, but this random pale elf hardly looks trustworthy. She knows his type. If she didn't know any better, she'd say he was a vampire, but as he's standing in broad daylight, that's hardly possible.

And her instincts prove correct, as awlays!

What is it about her that brings the most questionable men around her, Heyleth wonders? And why is it she's so easily able to reason with them? The pale elf, Astarion he calls himself, is talked down within moments, and even invites himself along with their merry little group.

Heyleth still doesn't trust him, but she can't deny someone the chance to be rid of a mind flayer tadpole. There are few she'd ever wish that on.

First a pale elf, now a questionable arcane portal?

Ah, Heyleth did miss the pace of her early adventuring days!

Cautiously- and against Shadowheart's judgement- Heyleth touches the portal.

It zaps her, and she hisses, bringing her hand back. But then, a hand reaches out, and a voice cries for help.

The magic that pulses from the portal- or glyph- is strong. Heyleth pauses, and then quietly attempts to soothe it. A newfound arcane power surges through her. While she dreads to recall it's source, she can't deny- it feels good.

And it calms the chaotic magic long enough for her to pull the wizard stuck inside free!

Ah! A friendly and trustworthy face at last!

A wizard, named Gale, from Waterdeep! Not too far from Neverwinter at all. Heyleth is delighted to invite him into their group, once she learns he is infected like the rest of them.

There's something about his charming optimistic nature that reminds her of Minsc. Darn it... She'd kill to have Minsc here with her. He's probably worried sick back home...

Alas, for now, at least Heyleth has one companion she is confident is trustowrthy.

She's take a moment to collect herself, but then Heyleth is on the move. True, her two companions hadn't seemed the most trustworthy people, but she can't just leave them for dead.

Heyleth begans to comb the beach, and comes upon the cleric named Shadowheart.

She's out cold, and an artifact is gripped within her hand. Heyleth had noticed it earlier, but hadn't bothered to ask. There had been little time.

Suddenly, Heyleth can envision it perfectly- taking the artifact, walking away with a grin on her face as she knows the cleric will awaken to find it missing.

Shadowheart would never know who took it. She'd have guesses, sure, but never know for certain. She'd die not knowing, but Heyleth would have it, long after Shadowheart was dead and buried.

At last, it feels as if Heyleth's mind was finally clearing. Sure, she is still terrified, but having two breathing souls now dependant on her seemed to kick her heroic drive back into gear.

The danger they were in became crystal. The three charge through the ship, weapons ready, until finally coming upon the transponder amongst a battle. Cutting through it, Heyleth made her way to the odd device.

Heyleth has no idea what this will do, but it's worth a shot!

The ship suddenly lurches through what feels like time and space, until a night sky bleeds into view around them. Heyleth only catches a glimpse of it as the ship flies through the air, soaring down on it's way to a terrible crash.

Before it lands, Heyleth is knocked loose and drops from it, falling through so quickly there's no time for a quick spell to save herself.

Everything goes black.

Then she's awake, on the beach, the smoldering ship around her.