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Two-hundred years of prowling bars and seducing luckless chumps had somewhat lost their lustre, Astarion thought ruefully as he let his eyes wander over tonight’s crowd at the Elfsong Tavern. At least that was what he told himself when the disgust and self-loathing became particularly troublesome. He’d learned over the years to reframe the cold dread in his gut as boredom lest he be tempted to examine that feeling further and earn himself another year or two locked away in a tomb.
He hid the shudder running down his spine behind a sip of wine as his eyes sought out his latest victim. Mark. Mark, godsdammit, he cursed himself. Don’t conjure up the v-word, you incorrigible idiot.
Luckily, he found a distraction for his darkening thoughts innocently sitting in a corner by himself, nursing a drink that didn’t seem to suit him at all. Now, this won’t do. The poor sod clearly needed someone to step in and save him from his boredom, and Astarion was all too happy to oblige.
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Astarion meets Gale prior to the events of BG3 as a prospective mark. He gets more than he bargained for. (And they were roommates).
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07 Feb 2026
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Looking across the table at Lord Ancunin, he can’t help but think they’re the same, now - both of them are monsters wearing the skins of the people who they used to be.
But perhaps it was better to be a monster like him than whatever Wyll was now.
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06 Feb 2026
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Admittedly, it was not that bad during the day. There were plenty of warm little reading nooks with dedicated fireplaces to curl up by, and it was practically nothing for Gale to keep a few space heating spells going in the back of his mind while he focused on his work, but even he couldn’t hold concentration while he slept. As the sun set, a bitter cold started seeping into the tower, especially in Gale’s huge open floored bedroom with its massive floor-to-ceiling windows with their sweeping views of the harbor. The closer they got to the dead of winter, the more Astarion found himself waking up in the middle of the night achingly cold.
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06 Feb 2026
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Gale Dekarios returns to Waterdeep after a decade long marriage that ended in him losing his job and good standing with the faculty at Baldur's Gate University, along with his reputation and home. He had spent his prime trying to please his ex-wife any way he could, only for her to throw him to the wayside for any young man that gave her the time of day.
Wanting to start anew, he returns to his home town, moving into his childhood bedroom that seems to be the only thing that hasn't changed in his absence.
Then an invitation gets posted through the door.
It's to the Caaraeilsaad Masquerade, a centennial masked ball held at the Silverhand estate, where masked Fae come to Waterdeep to look for their Soulmate.
Every Waterdhavian is told about the Caaraeilsaad Masquerade, and each one of them dreams of being one of the few to find true love.
Gale had never thought he would be one of those invited, and he knows he won't be one of those lucky enough to fulfil that dream. But he has to attend, he has no choice.
At least no one will recognise him with the mask his family has handed down for generations.
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04 Feb 2026
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Astarion licks the dead spider.
It forces him and Gale to talk.
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