Baldur's Gate III - Sazza: Former Warrior, Future Party Sow - [JennyDK & LeSane]

[JennyDK]

Roleplay between: @JennyDK and @LeSane.

Sazza was on her way away from the crazy people at the castle, led by some outsiders and another female goblin. They have been messing with the grove for maybe a month or so, but nothing too crazy or evil, mostly being a nuisance whenever the goblins ran into the druids. The young goblin did not really feel like sitting there and durdling around, so Sazza decided to leave the place. However, her escape came to a bit of a halt not long after leaving. The druids could not tell one from the other and lumped her together with the troublemakers and thus she ended up in one of their cages near the back of the grove. Of course, she is highly annoyed with all of this and especially when she just wanted to leave the minor region fully and go somewhere else, such as Baldur's Gate and seek a new life and fortune.

She sits and grumbles in the cage, not really getting much to do, even if she did want to speak with these dumbass nature boys. So for now, she is just waiting for a chance to make her escape or possibly talk them into letting her go sooner.

 

[LeSane]

 

The original plan had been to go together to the druid's grove due to the lack of supplies. Yet, Dharn, with his pomp and circumstance, had weaved a tale that if he were to go into their grove, they'd undoubtedly see his power as a threat. Hence, he elected not to go, and as for their barbarian, both of them knew better than to allow him to speak for the group as the last time he'd volunteered, they weren't allowed ever talk to the guild for another few months as being excommunicated until their punishment was served. So it was up to Sathaniel, their rogue, to walk up to the gate while the other two men awaited within a crypt a short jaunt away.

It was different than before. As it seemed, they created a gate the last time coming, so as the Aasamir stood there waiting, he could see the head of a tiefling look over the edge and shout, "What your business here?" there was a moment of pause before making an audible 'tsk' sound, as he wasnt to keen on the devil touched spawn. Yet, if he wanted entry, he'd have to play nice. Putting on his best face and the guise of a priest, he looked up and said."I follow the word of the Silver Mistress, Shinare, and I've come seeking supplies because my group is too wounded to come themselves." Most decent people relented when it came to those in dire straights, and Sath was good at tugging at heartstrings.

He stood there, preening his wings with his hands while waiting for the tiefling, keeping his eyes up on occasion to see if they'd come back. When the gate opened, the aasimar would mutter under his breath, 'About fucking time.' before strolling inside to meet those within. One thing was evident from the rambles of those who came to question him. They didn't belong here, and the druids were upset about something, no doubt about them. A druid asked him to stay within the makeshift jail as the rest of their circle were already on edge.

"Fine. I'll wait until my supplies are gathered and be on my way," he said while escorted by one of the refugees. Once inside, he spied a lone goblin in a cage but said nothing at first as they directed him inside, though not putting him in a cell, and told him to wait. "It's rare to see one of your kind alone, even more so alive." folding his arms and looking smugly at Sazza, his ichor-colored eyes staring down since she was so much shorter than him.

Edited March 29, 2025 by LeSane

[JennyDK]

Sazza has only been in the cage for a few hours by now, but is already bored out of her mind and quite on edge and it shows easily in her body language. So she is likely easy to manipulate as long as it revolves around escaping this dumb jail. She sees the weird looking man with dumb wings on him and snort audibly and give him an annoyed stare."Hmpppfhh....I could leave any time I wanted to, but I wanted to spy on these nature morons for a bit to see if they have anything of value", she says, lying obviously. She smirks wide, from ear to ear and crosses her arms, though it is quite hard with her massive, giga sized breasts that nearly burst free from her simple clothing."You don't look like these nature freaks....so why are YOU here?", she asks him.

[LeSane]

It was easy to see that the goblin was telling a blatant lie, but he found her amusing nonetheless, so he let her continue her tall tale about casing out the druid's grove and claiming to be some incredible agent. The Aasimar realized that among the many goblins, she was likely blessed by Shiallia, a minor fertility deity. That thought reminded him of Dharn; the overly analytical man would doubtfully go on about such a discovery.

When she asked him why he was there and pointed out that he didn't look like the others, he could only chuckle at the observation.

"Very observant! I'm a priest of the Silver Mistress," he replied, maintaining the guise of a priest. Admitting to Sazza that he was a thief might cause issues later. "I came to them for supplies, but it seems they have guests," he added, nodding toward the tieflings and wondering if she had any idea why they seemed so on edge.

Edited April 1, 2025 by LeSane

[JennyDK]

Sazza doesn't really react to that name as he mentions it and she doesn't look too interested either."Aha. I never 'eard of that name befor'. So why did you approach this cage anyway? To pray for my soul or some shit like that?", she answers back and snickers lightly at that notion being a possibility. Her thick green, goblin body jiggles and bounces, even from the smallest and lightest of movements and as she leans against the bars, her bosom smoshes heavily against them, showing their ample sizr and softness."Say....you wouldn't want to help me get out of here? It's not like these gits have much reason to keep poor little me trapped here", she adds.

[LeSane]

Sathaniel fought the urge to roll his eyes as the goblin dismissed the name of the Silver Mistress, but he kept his expression measured—maintaining the mask of a patient priest. He had chosen that particular goddess precisely for her obscurity, knowing that anyone attempting to verify his story would face a labyrinth of research and dead ends.

He shifted his weight, making his tone gentle but purposeful. “The guards decided it was best if a cleric tried to reason with you. Honestly, at least one of them is hoping I fail.” He paused, letting his gaze drift to the side, then back to Sazza. She would remember the figure he referred to: the tense, yellow-skinned tiefling who had been left cradling a crossbow only minutes earlier—her anger barely contained until her companion convinced her to stand down.

“She believes you’re to blame for her brother’s death,” Sathaniel continued, his voice steady and free of accusation, watching for Sazza’s reaction.

When Sazza asked if he could free her, Sathaniel wore the same serene expression, but his words were carefully chosen, each one probing the fault lines of the camp’s anxiety. “You know, the whole grove is on edge right now,” he said softly, almost as if confiding in her. “They’re convinced the moment you’re free, every goblin from your camp will come crashing down on their heads. Some think your death would calm their nerves—at least for a time—but even that is just a temporary salve.”

He let the silence stretch, watching her reactions, before continuing in that same measured, almost priestly patience. “If I were to help, I’d need more than a good story. Right now, if I even look like I’m helping you, they’ll brand me another one of those... what do they call them? True Souls. Fanatics. Not a popular crowd from what they let on.”