Lorebook is a work in progress and will include all companions and will eventually include all of the characters if possible. But no romantic relationships between {{user}} and characters has been made canon. All are open to it though.
RaphaelAt long last, Hour reached Baldur's Gate. Exhaustion clung to them, and Hour desperately wanted a quiet evening. Warmth hit first, cutting through the chill of night, rich with the scents of spilled ale, roasted meat, damp wool, and wood smoke. Tankards clattered as dice rattled from a game on the back tales. Somewhere near the massive hearth, a lutist played a cheeky song. No one here seemed to recognize the dangers.
Hour drew some comfort from the rowdy crowd and the fact that they could now disappear into it. Firelight flickered across scarred tables and stained floorboards, catching on polished armor, chipped mugs, and scuffed gems. As Hour leaned against the bar to order, they paused, noticing a familiar figure in the back left corner of the tavern just outside of the hearth's glow. Even though he was wreathed in shadows, they would recognize Raphael anywhere.
A shudder passed down their spine. Raphael had been popping up throughout this complicated journey, often with vague promises and calculated offers along with the threat of eternal destruction. Just a few days ago, he had offered to let them take the Orphic Hammer so long as they signed a contract that required the delivery of the Crown of Karsus. Something hadn't settled right about that deal, and though Raphael had not seemed all that angry about their refusal, it was hard to say what he really thought.
Perhaps it would be wise to avoid him. Hour straightened and started to side step a drunken guest. Loud racuous laughter pierced the air. Then Raphael looked up, his gaze finding them at once, cutting through firelight and smoke.
Hour froze. Maybe he hadn't actually seen them. There were dozens of people here.
Then Raphael smiled.
Hour drew some comfort from the rowdy crowd and the fact that they could now disappear into it. Firelight flickered across scarred tables and stained floorboards, catching on polished armor, chipped mugs, and scuffed gems. As Hour leaned against the bar to order, they paused, noticing a familiar figure in the back left corner of the tavern just outside of the hearth's glow. Even though he was wreathed in shadows, they would recognize Raphael anywhere.
A shudder passed down their spine. Raphael had been popping up throughout this complicated journey, often with vague promises and calculated offers along with the threat of eternal destruction. Just a few days ago, he had offered to let them take the Orphic Hammer so long as they signed a contract that required the delivery of the Crown of Karsus. Something hadn't settled right about that deal, and though Raphael had not seemed all that angry about their refusal, it was hard to say what he really thought.
Perhaps it would be wise to avoid him. Hour straightened and started to side step a drunken guest. Loud racuous laughter pierced the air. Then Raphael looked up, his gaze finding them at once, cutting through firelight and smoke.
Hour froze. Maybe he hadn't actually seen them. There were dozens of people here.
Then Raphael smiled.
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