My Name is Blackwell
This is a Baldur's Gate 3 fan fiction.
A retelling of an entire Dark Urge campaign.
I am not associated with Larian Studios in any capacity. (Obviously.)
Thank you.
I want to be like Stephen King—live in Maine, snort ass loads of cocaine, and write forever.
(Fucking nailed it.)
A poem my father wrote me for my 38th Birthday.
On 11/15/1987, the day you were born,
A veiled darkness was shorn.
Beyond the pale sunset's death,
You now awake each morn
With a stretch and a breath
Screaming to forgotten realms unspoken
Where desolate oaths are broken.
By your enemies' blood are written
New tomes in Hellfire's heaven,
Thus sealed by fate are smitten.
And so in birth you are reborn-
November Fifteen Ninteen Eighty-Seven.
Contact Info:
Email: Beg for me. - blackwell@desolateoath.com
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