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Part 1 of WildBlood Adventures
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2025-01-15
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2025-07-18
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My Poems Know What You Did In The Dark

Summary:

This is a collection of poems from my OC's, Octavia, notebook—a personal glimpse into her journey through the events of the game.

These pieces focus on the relationships she builds with her companions, going from fully distrusting them to becoming something akin to found family.

Since she falls in love with Astarion, a lot of the poems revolve around him. Their relationship is complicated, messy, and full of highs and lows, and I wanted to explore that in her voice.

While it does help paint a fuller picture if you read the main fic Marked by Fate in which she is the protagonist, this can also be read as a stand-alone.

Notes:

Hey, hello! Thanks for stopping by!

This is also a learning curve for the author, as she's experimenting with different poetry styles and rhetorical devices. Therefore, some might be on the sillier side while others will explore deeper themes, depending also on what vibes Octavia brings that day haha.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: The Greatest Performer

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Chapter Text

C ome, my darling, take a listen,
A s my stories spark and glisten.
L ilting tunes and whispered laughter,
Love me now, regret comes after.

M agic wild as storms colliding,
E ither flying or exploding.
O n my violin, I spin
Chords that burn beneath your skin.

T empting smiles and sly deceiving,
A rtful games and hearts left grieving.
V ain, you ask? Oh, love, don’t start—
I am more than bardic art.

A t the circus, I would capture
F aces lit with spellbound rapture.
A ll my fame, I left it hollow,
Love and lies, no star could follow.

L inger close, but guard your heart, dear,
G ilded webs can rend apart, fear.
U ntil sunrise, I’ll enchant you,
A s the morning light remands you.
R oaming winds now chart my flow—
D arling, welcome to the show.

 

 

Notes:

For the entry of this series I chose to do an acrostic poem

Chapter 2: The Magistrate

Chapter Text

A smile sharper than silver’s gleam,
A glint of gold in a shadowed stream.
Velvet voice, mellifluous and low,
A predator’s purr where whispers grow.

Moonlight masks his marble guise,
A porcelain prince with phantom eyes.
His beauty bites, his charm conceals—
A cipher cloaked, a truth that steals.

I know the cadence of crafted care,
The weighted warmth of a wicked snare.
For I have wielded such wiles before,
A siren’s song on a gilded shore.

Wicked words weave webs unseen,
Promises painted in crimson sheen.
His hunger hums beneath his skin—
A mirror’s edge, as sharp as sin.

Were this not a cruel charade,
I’d lose myself in the life he’s made.
But masks slip fast when hunger calls—
And I have seen through velvet walls.


Chapter 3: The Wizard of Waterdeep

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Weave winds do howl,
Words uncoil like endless scrolls—
Storms that never cease.

 

 

Notes:

Given how much Octavia dislikes Gale at the beginning, I thought it fitting that she would just do a haiku about him hehe.

Chapter 4: The Blade of Frontiers

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Hero-doer
Goblin-shooer
Devil-chaser
Fame-embracer

Monster-slayer
Child-swayer
Handsome-gazer
Honor-raiser

Naive-dreamer
Pact-binder
Story-spinner
Justice-winner

 

Notes:

I thought it would be fun to do a simple kenning poem for Wyll since the first time you meet him he is training the grove children, and in general, kids seem to love him.

Chapter 5: The Sharran Cleric

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

What prayers, pale palms uplift to shadow’s well tonight?
What truths from twilight’s tethered grasp compel tonight?

A cleric, cast in care, yet trembling as she kneels,
What chains her to the charcoal void she’ll tell tonight?

Her name’s faint flame reflects within her eyes’ deep glow,
Yet secrets, silent, swelling, she'll not sell tonight.

A vow to Shar, though shadows strain, the light still stirs,
What waits beneath this veil she's vowed to quell tonight?

You crave closeness, yet steel your walls, you keep apart,
What confutation stirs this hollow shell tonight.

I see you, darling—doubt and dread, entwined in poise,
What softened soul in silence you’d reveal tonight?

 

Notes:

Well, hope you enjoyed my first attempt at a ghazal poem :)

Art made by Cultleadur

Chapter 6: The Githyanki Warrior

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

She fell from star-winds, tempered bright and bare,
A blade that sings yet severs all who stay.
Her lich queen vaunted beyond compare. 

Her voice—a war drum splitting hollow air,
Saber-spined, unbent, too sharp to drift astray.
She fell from star-winds, tempered bright and bare. 

Her past—clashed steel and voices raised in prayer,
Her hands still echo wars of yesterday.
Her lich queen vaunted beyond compare.

Her sageness slices—does truth or rust lie there?
A gnawing edge or poison in the clay?
She fell from star-winds, tempered bright and bare.

She moves unabated, wounding those who dare,
Yet war-born hearts will follow, come what may.
Her lich queen vaunted beyond compare. 

Her name is ferric, mettled not to care,
Yet even steel may crack along the way.
She fell from star-winds, tempered bright and bare,
Her lich queen vaunted beyond compare. 

 

Notes:

Well so far this has been the one I spent the most time on, but Bae'zel deserves nothing less. I found it fitting that for her intro in this series I'd do a villanelle, since it has such a rigid structure, mirroring her own upbringing and culture.

Chapter 7: Our Fiery Friend

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

There once was a rambunctious flame,

Who never stayed still, too wild to tame.

Escaped hell’s cruel fate,

Not emaciated—mate,

She’d fuck up your foes without shame.

 

Notes:

If there´s one companion that fits a limerick, I feel it´s Karlach :)

Chapter 8: The Vampire's Gift

Chapter Text

I meet his gaze, and the dread within it is a beast barely chained—
Something bygone, something shattered, something wretched and torn.
Like a spectre of famine, carved from longing and sorrow unfeigned,
Yet he lingers, lips parted, a man, not a monster, forlorn.
A wallop of anger surges—how foolish, how reckless to try,
How dare he press his hunger so close to where I could die?

But his voice is a rustling, a thing of abeyance, a vow edged in silk,
Not the careful deceit that I know, not the serpent’s perfumed guise.
“I do not kill for hunger,” he swears, and something deep in me tilts—
For gods know I should not trust him, yet somehow, I do not chastise.
He begs for a taste, for vigour, for the lucidness he swears he has lost,
And his words are too stripped, too raw—no jest, no mask, no cost.

So I yield, supine beneath him, though kindle still lingers in my veins,
A storm caged in my ribs, a whisper of warning curling tight in my throat.
His fingers card through my hair, smooth, devout—no trace of disdain,
And his breath ghosts over my neck, a pallid shadow, a lover’s note.
His lips press once, twice, slow, like a prayer before the fall,
Then a sting—slow, sinking—then a numbness, then nothing at all.

He hums as he drinks, a desultory sound, low and edged with relief,
A melody tangled in longing, in ruin, in something dangerously sweet.
His hands hold firm, his grip unyielding, and for a moment, I believe—
That I am not prey, no sacrifice, but something sacred he must keep.
I call his name once, twice—he does not hear, he does not wake,
Until I shove him off, breathless,  and he gawks as though he could break.

He wipes the crimson from his lips and laughs, a sound so light and bare,
And when he murmurs, I feel happy, I believe him once again.
I see him then—auspicious, almost hopeful, and it’s too much to bear,
Something unwanted stirs, something brittle, something unframed within.
He thanks me softly, but it is I who should bow, who should plead,
For he has given me something greater—his trust, his need.



Chapter 9: The (Un)Chosen of Mystra

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

A tale of genius learning how to cope,
But still, I beg: don't eat my boots
Brilliance bound in arcane loops,
A wizard's reach beyond his scope.

He descants on the weave's endless fruits,
And panegyrizes she who cut the rope.
A tale of genius learning how to cope,
But still, I beg: don't eat my boots

It aches, how he still clings to hope
When Mystra left him destitute.
His heart outshines what gods revoke
Though cast aside, he bears the yoke
A tale of genius learning how to cope,
But still, I beg: don't eat my boots.

Notes:

The chosen form for this poem is called a Rondel, which resembles somewhat the Vilanelle structure that I used for Lae'zel's poem, but with a bit more of a whimsical tone and liberties on the metre.

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