Magic Initiate Bg3 Novels & Stories

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

The dropbox glinted before a window popped up. SELL MAGIC METAL (PURE) (200KG)? “T-Two…” My scaly fingers rattled at the number.I sucked a breath and felt my head dizzy, before I decided to ignore the number and pressed the YES button. Another window popped out. CONGRATULATIONS! YOU’VE SOLD AN ITEM! DESCRIPTION MAGIC METAL (PURE) Used for smithing (Mainly weapons and armor) Usually found in Mangreatle cave in Kingdom of Rustaval Sold for 70 silver coins per KG

It turns out Lilith is faster—she cuts my cheek and draws my blood. "Delicious!" The blonde woman licks her fingers and laughs wickedly, as if high on my blood. Her pupils dilate, and those eyes, darker than black, focus on me yet again. "I'm not good at offensive magic but," she glances down at her now burning hands, smiling. "I can copy other people's magic temporarily by drinking their blood." I gasp but don't have time to say anything. Lilith throws me one fireball after another, and I'm forced to hide behind a tall pillar in the throne room, hoping not to get burned.

Xienma felt a surge of awe and wonder, her connection to the ancient magic within her growing stronger with each passing moment. "Welcome, travelers," a voice echoed through the air, deep and resonant. A figure emerged from the shadows, a majestic stag with antlers that seemed to reach the very heavens. Its eyes were filled with a wisdom that seemed to span the ages. "I am Cernunnos, guardian of the Moonstone. To earn the stone, you must pass three trials that will test your bond and individual strengths." Xienma's heart raced as she stepped forward, her voice steady and resolute. "We are ready, Cernunnos. We will face whatever trials you deem necessary to protect our world from Drax's darkn

The liquid sizzled and sparked, sending tendrils of golden light cascading upward. "Magnus!" Meredith's voice rang out, commanding the forces of nature to obey her will. "Return to us!" The portal brightened, its edges becoming more defined as it drew Magnus's essence closer to our realm. I held my breath, willing him to step through, to leave behind the older man's failing body and reclaim his rightful place beside me. Then, with a surge of power that rippled through the clearing like a shockwave, Magnus emerged from the portal. His form wavered for a moment, shimmering with residual magic, before solidifying into his familiar shape. He stumbled forward, catching himself on unsteady legs.

Now, she understood—they were healing. "So… no covens?" Rita asked weakly. Gogo’s laugh was sharp. "No. You must form one. But you must also be sure." She tapped Rita’s forehead. "Use this. Not just your heart." Over the next week, Gogo armed her in subtler ways: Herbs tied in muslin—imphepho for clarity, umhlonyane for protection, beaded bracelets woven with charms against compulsion and a thick Basotho blanket, its geometric patterns hiding older, deeper wards.

I don't understand why she is nervous but it only matters that she is and I need to help her. “What do you mean?” Grace asked, just as confused as I am. Amelia's eyes shifted around the room. “Like…I don't know, never mind.” She shook the thought from her head. “No, princess. Go ahead and ask your question.” Logan muttered. She cleared her throat. “What are the risks?" She asked slightly more confidently. Grace displays a warm smile, some worry lifts off my shoulders as she seems to be trying to make Amelia feel safe. “Magica comes from the user, it can drain my energy but I come from a family of witches so my energy is more than someone who is just practicing.” Grace explained.

“The only person I know who could do that is…” Rex’s face flashed in my mind, and my chest tightened. “Who are you? Really?” Lucian tilted his head, the smirk returning. “Oh, sorry for not doing proper introductions,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “I’m Lucian, former leader of the Eighth Tribe.” He said it with pride, his chest straightening slightly. “I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.”

He steeled his resolve, took a deep breath, and quieted the thoughts that swirled with endless possibilities. The ritual he was about to perform was no ordinary one. It was a ritual of the highest form of magic—a ritual of sacrifice, not only for himself, but for the future of the world. If he succeeded, his power would be bound to the full moon, an eternal cycle of nature. But if he failed, his magic would be destroyed along with his body, leaving the world unprotected. Ignatius raised his hands, feeling the flow of magical energy from the heart of the universe. Standing before the waterfall, he traced ancient symbols in the air, shimmering in silver light.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.