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Things the Baldur's Gate Fandom Needs To Know About Mystra

The current Mystra is the third Mother of Magic and she was originally a mortal human woman named Ariel Manx.

Ariel was the second daughter of a wealthy merchant and she liked to sneak out at night to go partying in the clubs.

While out clubbing one night, Ariel - known as Midnight among her friends - met a conjurer named Tad who introduced her to magic and brought her to Mystra's temples.

When Ariel was 21, she attracted Mystra's attention and began to feel as though she were being watched. Whenever this happened, she found that her ability to cast spells increased and that spells that she once found difficult were much easier.

In 1358, when Ariel was 26, the ALL gods were cast out onto the Material Plane by Ao because Bane and Myrkul were being little shits and making yet another power grab, like they do.

The Original Mystra was extremely Unhappy about being thrown out of the heavens and tried to march back up the Celestial Stairway to reclaim her place of power.

Ao did not take kindly to this, and promptly had Helm kick her ass.

Unfortunately, Mystra dying is Bad For The Weave, and Ao had to replace her.

He picked Ariel.

When she was 26.

Immediately after she kicked Myrkul's bony ass in a duel that took place in the sky over Waterdeep.

In order to make the transition easier, Ariel took up the name of Mystra so that

27 years later, Cyric and Shar conspired to kill her so that Shar could take over as the Mother of Magic and spread her Shadow Weave over the land.

Instead of granting Shar control of the Weave the way she hoped, the new Mystra's death/disappearance caused the Weave to collapse, taking the Shadow Weave with it and kicking off what is known as the Spellplague.

Unlike the last two times Mystra was killed, everything went kind of nuts. Magic faded, blue fire raged across the land, killing everything it touched and then raising them into ghouls, the landscape became warped, it was Bad.

The only good thing to come out of the Spellplague was the Dragonborn, who were released from thousands of years of enslavement as a result of the blue fire blowing everything to shit. Hooray for the dragonborn!

Anyway.

Over the next hundred years, things calmed down and the magic… sort of returned, but there were a lot of changes to how magic worked. The Mother of Magic was a non-entity, her presence unfelt even by the famed Elminster of Shadowdale.

At least, not until 1479, when he found her possessing a bear and guarding a hoard of magic items she'd stashed while mortal.

She sent him out to go find new candidates to become her Chosen, and he came back a few weeks later after gorging on the magic of a few of Mystra's other Chosen and gave her enough juice to "return."

Three years later, the Second Sundering started when Bhaal's last two descendants fight to the death and resurrect him as a result.

At this point, ALL the gods are out there recruiting people to become their Chosen right, left, and center. It's a race to become the strongest god in the pantheon, with the winners being decided based on who has the most followers.

This goes on for five years, with the Second Sundering coming to a close in 1487. This was when Mystra became fully restored as a Goddess, with the Weave returning to its original strength.

Over the next two years, MOST of the gods drop their Chosen like they're hot and go quiet, resulting in the rise of clerics as mortals struggled to understand why the gods' behaviors changed so drastically from before.

Mystra was actually one of the few who kept in contact with her Chosen while a few others (such as Ellistraee and the Dead Three) chose to remain on Toril in Avatar form.

In the year 1491, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep finds the Netherese Orb and has his silver flame (the mark of Mystra's chosen) consumed by it.

12 years after Mystra - once the mortal woman known as Ariel Manx - recovered from her near-death experience.

Please, I am begging you. Stop portraying Mystra the Ultimate Evil and Gale as her Innocent Victim. Their whole relationship is so much more complex than that. Mystra put so much trust in Gale and simply asked that he not cross her boundaries in return, and Gale, in his own words, "sought to cross [those] boundaries." He's a man who heard no and decided that he wasn't going to stop trying until that no became a yes.

I'm not saying Gale is the villain in this, but I am saying that both Gale and Mystra are complex individuals who are both flawed in different ways, and reducing them down to Good and Bad is doing them a disservice.

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aksjdbjdjdbdb so i’ve been craving jason & damian fluff all day and i just binge-read like a whole lot of baby!damian aus because they’re all cute af and for god’s sake i cannot get these two out of my fucking head. so. may i present to you...

a Concept™ ~

jason todd: part-time drug lord, part-time babysitter (but both parts overlap literally all the time lol)

like you have -

Bruce, already running late to a Super Duper Fun Board Meeting™ with his hair all mussed up, his pants unbuttoned and baby!dami slung around his neck like a fucking scarf: jason i need you to watch damian

Jason, fully aware of the fact that he was literally just about to leave to go do very illegal, very gang-related things that his family Does Not Know About™: how about no

*one hour later*

Jason, decked out in full Red Hood gear holding a two-year old Damian in a cheap, Party City Robin costume ‘to preserve his identity’: see this kid? this is my kid. you lose him, i kill you. you make him cry, i kill you. you get so much as a speck of dust on him, i kill you. understand?

The poor, unfortunate henchmen tasked with watching Damian while Jason Takes Care Of Business™: yEs siR bOsS siR mR. rEd hOoD siR aYe ayE

*twenty minutes later*

Jason, sitting across from one of his gang members who’s about to piss his pants from fright bc Red Hood’s going Peak Intimidation™: so you see, Harold, if i ever find your ugly fucking mug lurking around Gotham High ever again, i’m going to shove an AK-47 so far up your—

Jason, hears the sound of little feet pattering towards the room and immediately curses every god that ever was: *internally* oh fuck

Damian, slams the door open: *screeching* BIG BROTHERRRRRRRR

Damian, toddling over to Jason as fast as his chubby little legs can carry him: big brother big brother!!! wook!! wook!! *shoves his hands in jason’s face* d’yasee d’yasee!!!

Jason, trying to salvage the situation: yeah yeah ’s really great squirt, awesome, amazing, go the fuck back where you came from—

“you’re not wooking!!!!”

“okay! okay, what am i looking at?”

“a rowwy powwy :)”

Jason:

Jason: *internally* he’s just a kid he’s just a kid, fucking calm down jason you can’t drop kick a two-year-old into the sun even tho he totally ruined your kick-ass intimidation session—

Jason: *externally* jeepers tater tot :) that’s so cool :) :) what’s its name :) :) :)

“her name >:(”

“sorry, her name”

Damian: es’melda. like in the movie! :)

and damian looks so damn proud of himself, jason can’t help but ruffle his hair even tho he totally messed up all of jason’s plans. but THEN. damian turns to harold, who hasn’t been this fucking confused since his high school calc class, and shoves his hands in his face and is like “wook!!! isn’t she pretty!! :))))” and all he sees is this weird tiny black sphere in damian’s sticky baby hands.

Harold:

Jason: yeah harold :) isn’t she pretty :) :)

Harold *sweats nervously*: uh.... yeah?

Damian: you don’... you don’ wike her!!! :(

Harold *glancing at Jason who’s tapping the barrel of his gun against the table*: *gulps* yes i do! i totally do—

“you don’ you don’ you don’!!”

“YEAH I DO, SEE” *leans in close to the rolly polly* “hi eSmErELdA iT’s niCe tO mEeT yOu”

Damian:

Damian: dat’s her butt

see THIS is what youtube is for

Thoughts about dick Grayson:

1: canonically (in the shit storm that is canon) he’s in his late 20’s early 30’s.

2: he was Damian’s caregiver/guardian/parental figure when Bruce was dead, so he can loosely fall into category of Dad.

Conclusion: dick grayson is a DILF