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Fireseed

Summary:

Solace Riadyr is no stranger to trouble. It’s always seemed to find them, despite their best efforts.

It hasn’t launched itself at them quite so intensely before, though.

Hundreds of miles away from home, with no armor, no weapon, and no holy symbol, Solace has found themself adrift and reliant on strangers for safety as migraines tear at their mind day and night. A prowling cult wants their soul. A threat looming at home threatens to swallow them whole. And no matter where they turn, every path presented to them seems only to lead to damnation.

Solace Riadyr is no stranger to trouble. But they’re not sure this is the kind of trouble they can overcome.

Chapter 1: Act I, Chapter 1

Summary:

Oh no! Our tav! They're broken!

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Content warnings: eyestrain (p. 3-4)

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Cover for chapter 1 of Fireseed. It shows Solace Riadyr, an elf tav with dark skin, vitiligo, top surgery scars, and long, dark, curly hair, reaching their left hand upwards with a determined expression on their face. A thorny vine wraps around their torso and up their outstretched arm. The end that curls above their fingers is glowing. “Fireseed” is written next to Solace. The number 1 is written in the bottom right corner of the image.

Chapter one, page one of the Baldur’s Gate 3 fancomic Fireseed. This page is made up of five panels. In it, two tiefling sibling NPCs, Rolan and Lia, are talking quietly by the fire while they keep watch in the clearing the tiefling refugees have stopped in for the night. Panel 1: Rolan is sulking with his chin in his hand, his tail twitching with annoyance, while Lia sits up straight next to him. Rolan says, "Why do we have to keep watch while Cal gets to sleep?" Lia, looking unimpressed, responds, "Because we're taking turns, Rolan. You know, like adults?" Panel 2: Lia reaches over and pats Rolan's head, saying "You'll get your beauty rest tomorrow, don't worry," teasingly. Rolan flails, trying to wave her hand away, saying, "Stop that!" Panel 3: Lia continues, "But seriously, it could be worse. A few times a ten-day isn't that bad." Rolan, who has settled down with his chin in his hand again, reluctantly responds, "I suppose." Panel 4: Lia continues to talk, mentioning that their journey has been "blessedly quiet", but her words begin to fade into the background as Rolan glumly looks out into the woods in front of them. Panel 5: Lia's words continue in the background, filling up the entire panel. Rolan notices something, lifting his head up slightly from his hand with a surprised, slightly concerned look on his face.
Page 2. This page consists of two panels. The first panel is in the top left corner, overlaying the second panel, which takes up the whole page. Panel 1: Rolan, a tiefling NPC, looks out into the forest, concerned. He says, "Lia..." hesitantly, trying to get his sister's attention. Lia has been discussing several different topics since the previous comic page. Her words fill the background of the panel. Panel 2: A shirtless wood elf, viewed from the back, stumbles through the woods towards the clearing the tiefling refugees have camped in for the night. They are hunched over, leaning on a tree for support with their left hand while their right hand drags something alongside them that's not visible to the viewer. The elf has dark skin with vitiligo and choppily cut, short, black, wavy hair that is streaked with blood. An old lichtenberg scar branches out from the center of their back. They are covered in scratches, nicks, and wounds of different sizes, and a bloodied rag is tied around their left forearm. The tiefling siblings and the clearing they are in are silhouetted in the background. Two color-coded sets of speech bubbles overlay the panel. In the first set, Rolan repeats his sister's name, this time more forcefully, while she continues to talk, not having noticed that he's trying to get her attention. In the second set, he yells her name a third time, to which she responds "What??" in surprise.

Page three. This page has eight panels. Panel 1: Rolan grabs Lia's face and points her towards the tree line, forcefully saying, "look." Lia yells, "Hey!" Panel 2: Taken from the point of view of the elf. They reach their hand out in front of them. Their vision is blurry and multicolored. The faint outline of a person in armor points towards the group of tiefling refugees. Lia says, "Oh," her speech bubble overlaying the image. Panel 3: Rolan and Lia look intently at the treeline. Rolan yells, "Identify yourself!" angrily. Lia looks hesitant. "I don't think they're a threat, Rolan..." she says. Panel 4: The siblings continue to stare at the forest. The elf is silhouetted against the dark woods. "They're armed," Rolan says. "They're alone," Lia responds. Rolan counters, "More may follow." Panel 5: Rolan begins to prepare a spell with a determined glare. Zevlor runs over to the siblings, putting on his sword scabbard. "What's going on?" he yells. Lia turns towards him and responds, "Someone's here." Panel 6: "Who?" Zevlor asks. "They won't say," Rolan responds. The elf stops at the treeline, stooped over and leaning against a tree at the edge of the clearing. Their other hand is loosely gripping a scythe. Panel 7: Zevlor addresses the elf, saying "Drop your weapon, friend." The elf loosens their hand and the scythe falls to the ground. They hold their other hand up, removing it from the tree. "This is a trap," Rolan says. Panel 8: The elf holds up their other hand unsteadily, showing that it's empty. "It has to be a trap," Rolan insists. "Rolan..." Lia warns.

Page 4. It has eleven panels and features several tiefling refugees as well as an elf Tav with dark skin, vitiligo, and choppily cut, short, curly black hair, who is heavily injured. Panel 1: The elf sways, looking flushed and dazed. Zevlor begins saying, "Alright, we're going-" Panel 2: Zevlor cuts himself off, cursing, as the elf collapses. Lia gasps. Panel 3: The elf, laying unconscious on the ground, is silhouetted in the foreground with Zevlor standing next to them, only visible from the calf down. He orders sharply, "Rolan, get Alfira. Lia, to me." Panels four through eleven are from the elf's point of view. Panel 4: Zevlor kneels down in front of the elf, blurry, with a multicolored migraine aura around him. The elf's eyelids block the edges of the panel from view. Zevlor thinks for a moment before saying, "Fever." Panel 5: the elf's eyes continue to close, their vision even blurrier. Lia says, "Blood poisoning, too. Look." Panel 6: the elf's eyes are mostly closed, with only a sliver of Zevlor visible. Zevlor and Lia and, in the far background, Rolan and Alfira, are all talking, but their words are unintelligible. Panel 7: the panel is dark, with a faint yellow light glowing behind the elf's eyelids. Alfira and Zevlor say something indecipherable to each other, while Lia and Rolan, retreating into the background, also exchange words. Panels 7 through 11 are mostly dark as the elf remains unconscious. They shift from black to red as time transitions from night to day.