#rough drafts

I'm afraid this is more Trial by FIRE 🤣 Rough, rough WIP for Chapter One, subject to change and fleshing out; thank you to @heartcrystal2000 for tagging me.

'Snow Prints' is my self indulgent Halsin x OCTav (Quin) story about second chances. Set in the aftermath of the game, there are rumblings of problems deep in Reithwin, threatening the stability of the reformed area after the Shadowcurse. So let's throw a journeyman Harper into it and see what happens.

It is polyamorous/romance friendly, and will be rated E, 18+ on AO3, but with plenty of plot, and warnings for certain sections. I'm currently writing Chapter One: Preamble and will post here when I've launched it!

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The atmosphere in The Last Light Inn was abuzz with excitement and merriment. A significant part of the work had finally been finished right up to the line of winter, and people were celebrating. Halsin, who played no small part in the reconstruction of the Reithwin community, smiled from the corner of the busy tavern room, sharing in the joy of the established settlement.

The drink in front of him stood untouched, but the sentiment was there.

He leaned back in his chair, contemplative, pipe in his hand. There were new and old faces, people who he had worked with frantically to rebuild the village, and a few drafted in for their expertise. That hadn't been easy, a lot of the surrounding resources went to rebuild Baldur's Gate, so Halsin had to call in some old favours to get things up and running again.

He tried not being a little resentful for that, but the thought had crossed his mind once or twice. But like the ale in front of him, he let it be. There was no point in holding grudges for things beyond his control.

So far, most of the village had been reconstructed, redeveloped, and the more dangerous aspects capped completely. Or at least he thought so. There were murmurs of problems forming at the edges, ones that would be worse once winter rolled in and isolated pockets of the community he had helped establish. Halsin frowned, lost in thought, so he didn't see someone take the seat next to him. A throat cleared and he jumped.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said, 'Greetings, my friend.' You were well away, weren't you?" Bright firey eyes looked at him with amusement. Zevlor looked as good as Halsin had ever seen him.

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(Close ups under cut)

Made a quick rough draft for one of the scenes: A Settlement Ticket to Survive.

Of course I had to add some moments with his brother!

So far this chapter has 5750 words, and it's still in the works. Stay tuned...