AN INDEPENDENT MULTI-MUSE BLOG FOR DND CENTRIC CHARACTERS + BALDUR'S GATE 3. AS LOVED BY RABBIT. THEY/THEM. 25+. INDIGENOUS.
NAME : baenre, gromph
TITLES : Archmage of Menzoberranzan, Mage of Luskkan Tower
AGE : 1100.
GENDER : male, he/him.
SEXUALITY : demi-romantic, pansexual.
ETHNICITY : Drow.
NATIONALITY : nationality.
FACECLAIM : Lee Pace.
DESCRIPTION : Gromph has silver hair and amber eyes, like his daughter Liriel. Despite his old age (he was old even by elven standards), Gromph appeared eternally youthful due to the effects of a magical amulet in his possession, that contained a piece of a unicorn's horn.
HEIGHT : 6' 6''.
BUILD : lean, muscled.
MARKS : by 1361 DR, Gromph had not been able to enter elven Reverie for many decades, nor sleep; presumably, only the power of his brooch of perpetual youth kept him alive.
MBTI : letters.
ALIGNMENT : Neutral Evil, formerly Chaotic Evil.
[The Menzo Arc]
Has a wizard familiar that many state doesn't exist because it is rarely seen on Gromph's person. It is his only companion that you will see him speak fondly of, it is a rat named Kyroli.
Got trapped in an orb for a century.
Gromph's high-born heritage and high standing in the city served to make him one the most influential males in Menzoberranzan.
Gromph Baenre was a drow and the Archmage of Menzoberranzan, as well as a very capable diviner. He was also the Master of Sorcere, the arcane school, and the eldest son of Matron Mother Yvonnel Baenre, which made him the most powerful male in the city.
[The Luskan Arc]
On Nightal 15 in the Year of the Nether Mountain Scrolls, 1486 DR, Gromph seemingly botched a ritual to summon and bind the demon lord Demogorgon, instead causing many other demon lords—Graz'zt, Yeenoghu, Baphomet, Juiblex, Zuggtmoy, and even Orcus—along with countless demons to appear in the Underdark as well. The Prince of Demons himself appeared in Menzoberranzan and went on a rampage through the city, causing massive damage and killing thousands. Rumours of him doing it on purpose have been neither confirmed nor denied.
He left behind the tome he used, Zhaun'ol'leal ("The Book of the Eight" in Elvish) in his inner sanctum, which was never found in the initial effort to blot out any evidence.
Gromph went into hiding in Luskan. Only Jarlaxle knew this, but kept it a secret from everyone.
CURRENTLY resides in the ivory tower as its official high mage to hold council and further his study in the Arcane.
Has a magic room that exists on a different plane that he uses as his chambers.
BG3,
Contrary to his younger brother's rebellion, Gromph stepped into obscurity and stayed within the ivory tower of Luskan, in his room that took years to convert into a full sized mansion that exists on another plane of existence, one where snow and ice reside, and his marbled mansion is outfitted in a dozen wards and traps, with two Illithid servants, and one stone giant that stands guard at its entrance.There's an air of mystery Gromph Baenre brought to Luskan Tower, the kind that only the Lolthsworn carry; a heavy devotion, and an austere bitterness of knowing death is near. Gromph has plans, and none of them concern the mindflayers or the Absolute. Not when there are bigger concerns to take care of.He serves as Luskan's high wizard, that many seek out counsel to. And over time, he's adapted to this change and grew more decent as high mage. Serving council to roundtables of ethical spell making, and other Arcane history needing his wisdom and council.
[ ... There's a coldness in the air, and you feel the judgement gleam from his amber eyes when you approach him. Gromph Baenre, is what the other mages refer to him in hushed whispers, and a fearful, uncomfortable silence often follows whenever his name is brought up. He has ears and eyes in the ivory tower of Luskan, and most are wary.
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"Do you think me so kind to aid you, worm?" He knows. The tadpoles squirm, and shrink, and he can gauge the desperateness in your quest for survival._
"Menzoberranzan suffers, and we've already made servants of your kind before. Illithid's are good at that, serving, and if you do so require my help, then I ask you to do some good and help me instead."]
NAME : Llana
AGE : 36.
GENDER : female, she/her.
SEXUALITY : pan-romantic, pansexual.
ETHNICITY : Tiefling.
FACECLAIM : Monica Bellucci
DESCRIPTION : She
HEIGHT : 5'6''.
MARKS : She has ridges on her chest, and bears an unnaturally warm body temperature. She actually has four sets of horns on her head, the ones that sprout from her temples, and the other two that grew on the top of her forehead and curled down her scalp to its points settling beside her jaw.
MBTI : letters.
ALIGNMENT : Chaotic Neutral
CLASS : Wizard, Necromancer
[The Origin Arc]
Llana was originally born in the lower planes of Hell, with tiefling parents. Her time there was cut short when she was summoned into Faerun by a low-class wizard, in a town in the middle of no where
She grew up as an ongoing experiment for this wizard, and relied on herself to gain her independence and identity. She was voracious in her Arcane studies, and over time, grew morbid with desires of revenge.
[The Tav Arc]
She's not averse to eating tadpoles
lost an eye to a bard.
She has kept a lengthy account of her symptoms and changes with the illithids taking over in a journal and also keeps an account of it with her companions as well.
Personal Arcane projects include the study of the animal life in the lower planes, using her familiar to gather information and fetch parts of the animal life.
Llana has a displacer beast as a familiar, summoned up like herself.
she's the waning heat of salt-licked waves lapping 'pon shore; sand sinks into the heat of her who runs hot, constantly reminding her of home. What it must have been, down under in the slick of magma and hearth pushing under like the slow, sleepy tides of the Lower Planes. Of course, she never knew what it was like outside her tomes of study, stuck surface side with only vague reminisces like so; what if ! why not ! it must be ! She just knows she's always liked the heat; the heart of it warms pith and bone, and she catches the fragrant whiff of hellfire and brimstone sticking close to her skin, notes of vanilla and cream markedly her own and she sinks back into the sand.