[bhaaliure]

the dark urge of baldur's gate 3. written by morgi. more information under the cut.

overall basics are: be normal. this is a very chill space, low activity, & pending tons of mature content. honestly, we're going balls to the walls here. 100% dupe friendly. low formatting/no live-action fc/literally here to brainrot. triggers tagged as #trigger tw. communicate with me if you have an issue, otherwise, curate your space accordingly & i'll do the same! i'm morgi / gabi, twenty-two, any pronouns, lesbian. i also run @shdowheart, @orined & @baldursgay2. affiliated (but lovingly & mutually not exclusive) with my wife over at bhaalhag with all their characters.

other verses available: modern (lab-made baby turned assassin-for-hire; cult leader sometimes), fallout (i have an idea but i'm too embarrassed to say it), other fantasy/sci-fi universes with sum plotting <3

(temporary) summary: made from bhaal's own dead flesh and taking the form of a drow, elyria was sent to the underdark to live with a lolth-sworn foster family, knowing her urges wouldn't fully manifest until years later. at age sixteen, her bloodlust over game her, resulting in the massacre of her foster parents & siblings. sensing this, bhaal beckoned elyria back to his temple through dreams & began grooming her to become the leader of his cult. for years, she battled between taking up an oath of vengeance while being driven by her urge, causing her to break said oath multiple times. eventually choosing to defect from her oath as a paladin, elyria finally swears to end all life for their father & creator, in a daring heist at mephistopheles' vault, her & enver gortash steal the crown of karsus.

this was the first step in their plan: creating an army of soulless mindflayers to exterminate all life, including their own.

after the successful heist, gortash proposed using the crown on the elder brain in the illithid colony beneath moonrise towers. elyria agreed, initiating a raid with gortash & ketheric thorm, successfully enslaving the elder brain to their will. as the leader of moonrise towers, worshipped as a god, elyria revealed to the elder brain her desire to conquer alone in bhaal's name, excluding gortash & thorm from her plans. the elder brain agreed with her vision.

during a visit to the elder brain to discuss their plans further, elyria was betrayed by orin the red, a bhaalspawn changeling who had served under her in the cult of bhaal. jealous of bhaal's favoritism towards elyria, orin pierced her skull with the bloodthirst dagger and inserted the first illithid tadpole into her brain, transforming her into the first true soul. experimented on by kressa bonedaughter, the elder brain disclosed of elyria's violent-prone & comatose fate to gortash, inspiring him to create more true souls & form a religious movement (the absolute) to masquerade his true intentions.

clearly obsessed with experimenting on elyria, kressa's husband takes note of this and sends elyria away onto a nautiloid ship. she later awakes with no memories of herself & her past, driven by her dark urge— the least of her worries with the tadpole in her brain. rather than resisting the urge & sceleritas fel's advice, elyria is embracing of it. she, quickly, becomes an oathbreaker & falls back into bad habits— killing alfira with no remorse shed, massacring the druid's grove with the absolute followers & opting to kill isobel while in the shadow-cursed lands.

for this good behavior, bhaal rewards his child with a gift from their past: the slayer form.

(if this makes no sense, it's fucking 1am when i'm writing this & this is all a wip idk guys but, she does eventually defect from bhaal in act 3— it's not until she sees the elder brain for the first time & some memories come flooding back, though hehehe)

[milfnyra]

—— The world may see me as a threat, but I am the fire that will bring justice and freedom to the realms. ╱ Rhaenyra Targaryen from House of the Dragon, written by Morgi.

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[shdowheart]

independent shadowheart of baldur's gate 3. extremely plot-centered. written by morgi. ©

[rauther]

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[bhaaliure]

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[bhaaliure]

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[untitledmemes]

Narrator Outtakes Prompts

An assortment of prompts taken from the Narrator Outtakes (Baldur's Gate 3) videos on Youtube. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ Think you know how to pronounce it? I think not! ”

“ I haven't read one line yet, how did it get weird already? ”

“ That is some fantasy bullshit right there. ”

“ Yeah, everything's fine. ”

“ Calm, breath. It's ok. ”

“ Nobody talks to me. Nobody ever talks to me! ”

“ You may know me from such things as lying on the sofa eating cheese for several months. ”

“ What does this word mean? ”

“ I can make up words too! ”

“ I'm enjoying myself. ”

“ Enjoy the fantasy, and then call a therapist. ”

“ Wow, I am a patronizing bitch today. ”

“ No filth for you, ha ha. ”

“ It's already injured, maybe just kill him a bit. ”

“ You're a nerd. We're all nerds here. ”

“ The world continues to turn while you read everything. ”

“ I have no hands, apart from the ones I use to repeatedly slap you with. ”

“ Where were we? Who am I? What day is it? Why do my arms hurt? ”

“ Sometimes you think you're on mute and you're not. ”

“ Frantic bi energy. ”

“ I can fuck my way through any problem! ”

“ I've got splinters in places you don't want to know about, but I'm through. ”

“ We live in horny jail, you can't send us there. We've got the keys! ”

“ Go on. Do it. See what happens. ”

“ Who the fuck do you think you are? ”

“ Somebody studied Shakespear and now it's everybody's problem. ”

“ I think we need to have an intervention. ”

“ I like hearing you breathing. ”

“ Oh, aren't they having a nice time? But you're going to die. ”

“ I've lost my authority! ”

“ Right, fine. Whatever. This is my job and I'm not tired at all. ”

“ It's happening again. It's happening again! ”

“ Everything's fine. Normal is a state of mind. ”

“ I'm a professional. I can say the word 'erected' without laughing. Once. ”

“ I have exceptionally moist ankles. ”

“ I learned a word today. I don't know what it means. ”

“ There's a name for what you are and you'll learn it one day. ”

“ He's lucky I didn't rip his face off and melt it like plasticine. ”

“ It's not you, it's... It really is me. ”

“ I am the problem here and I am fully aware, but I made the decision to inflict me on everyone else. ”

“ They do like just slamming shit together in this, don't they? ”

“ I'm taking myself off to the chamber of penance. ”

“ Who doesn't like to prod an eye? ”

“ You got it, buddy. ”

“ Try not to look too closely, everything's gonna start swirling. ”

“ It's a little bit sexy, but you are going to be covered in blood in the end. ”

[bhaaliure]

literally do not know if anyone cares but if anyone does care, this is how elyria broke her oath as a paladin for the first time <3 <3

her oath was first broken during a mission in the underdark. she was sent to track down a notorious drow slaver who had been terrorizing the local population. the mission was clear from the beginning: bring the slaver to justice and free the captives. after days of pursuit, elyria finally confronted the slaver—— as they fought, her bloodlust began to surge, whispering promises of power and satisfaction. the slaver, sensing her hesitation, taunted her—— mocking her attempt to suppress her true nature. the words cut deep, deeper than she would like to admit, and it ignited something she couldn't contain.

in the heat of battle, elyria was able to disarm the slaver and had him at her mercy—— defeated, helpless, and ready to be taken to face his justice. but the dark urge within her, the insidious voice of bhaal, demanded more. it craved not just victory, but complete and utter destruction. in that moment, her control just snapped. in a fit of utter rage, she abandoned her oath's tenets of vengeance and restraint, brutally executing the slaver.

her sacred duty had been twisted into a personal vendetta, her actions driven by the dark satisfaction of bloodshed rather than the righteous pursuit of vengeance.

when the blood haze cleared, the captives staring at her with a mix of fear and awe—— elyria could feel the weight of her failure, the sting of having succumbed to her darkest instincts. she had forsaken her vow, and in doing so, betrayed the very principles she had sworn to uphold. the breaking of her oath marked a major turning point for her. the divine powers granted to her as a paladin began to wane, replaced by a growing sense of guilt and self-loathing.

she really struggled to reconcile her desire for redemption with the reality of her actions, leading her to question her whole existence and worthiness. the internal conflict really fueled her subsequent decision to embrace her dark heritage and return home to bhaal.

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[bhaaliure]

@moonache : steeples fingies at you. did you kill the bard.

all the pointing fingers aim at her—— there's no escaping this claim. not while elyria's nightshirt is still drenched in the bard's blood, wet and raw viscera still living under her nail beds. (she's almost tempted to lick it away, praying shadowheart's finger would disappear from her eyes as she does the action.)

as the drow stares down the allegations thrown her way, she can't help but feel a pang in the pit of her stomach. not of grief, guilt, or even nausea—— but of anxiety. "no. yes. maybe." her words are like arrows being loaded into a crossbow: quick, fast-firing, and missing every target. a deep breath is exhaled, slender digits running themselves through silver strands of hair. "i'm not sure." is the answer she lands on—— it's the closest to the truth elyria can provide.

she already knows another answer, though. even if she can't remember—— if the drow's a visible crime scene, she must've done the crime. just as everyone else can perceive as well.

wiping any evidence of guilt on her face, she's quick to replace any frown by pressing her lips into a straight line. silence falls over the camp momentarily, the sound of breathing filling the quiet void until her gruff voice fills the atmosphere once more. "oh, fuck it—— did you hear her singing at the grove? you should be thanking me for saving the world from that. i'm actually a hero."

as if she didn't do enough damage snatching the poor girl's lute and slamming into the cliff's edge.

[bhaaliure]

@bhaalhag : you are unlike many people. ( ketheric. )

he's not wrong. you are unlike anyone else who walks this earth. a creation from raw, neurotic, deoxidizing flesh with a bloodthirsty impulse burrowed into the back of your brain. ever since the first time your crimson eyes blinked. disgusting, defective, leaking, bleeding, oozing—— you are one of a kind.

specks of blood have stained your teeth over time, evident as your veneers slip through the cracks of curving lips. "you almost flatter me. if i knew any better, i'd think you've confused me with your wife. oh, wait..."

too soon in your alliance to joke? when has anything ever stopped you from pushing a dagger into ripe, vulnerable flesh?

lowering your body into the throne overlooking the moonrise tower's commons, your head tilts out of pure curiosity. it's not his job to feed your ego and make sure you're pleased in your alliance—— that's gortash's job. though, you're not blind to ketheric's efforts. something lingers on the tip of his tongue. if not evident by his tone, then by his towering dour stance a few feet away. as if he's about to approach the throne. as if it's his own. another thing you're able to note.

"now that you finally recognize that i'm one of a kind, may we conduct our business? or would you like to spew more bullshit all over my tower?"

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[bhaaliure]

despite elyria's.... everything, she does have a hidden talent that few people know about: she's actually a decent musician with a harp. but only a harp.

during her time in the underdark with her foster family, she found an old & forgotten harp hidden away in their home. she taught herself to play, often creating haunting melodies. music, in a way, was her secret refuge—— a way to channel her inner-turmoil (that she couldn't quite... understand until her urges fully manifested) into something beautiful. it was the one thing that remained untouched by bhaal's influence—— a fragment of purity in her otherwise dark existence.

[bhaaliure]

@anquenin : i have trouble believing it sometimes.

the campfire flames dance in the dark, illuminating the surrounding area of their sleeping grounds. maroon-colored irises remain fixated on the orange and yellow flames as she stands near the vampire spawn, lips angling upwards in a small smile. "and, alas—— tomorrow is the big day." the day of his prize. finally within his reach, tangible to the tongue in all its sickly saccharine sweetness. (and blood.) she's led them this far—— through the trenches of the chionthar river, the saturated shadows-cursed lands, and now to their final destination of baldur's gate.

and cazador's palace in the morning. the beginning of their expanding plan.

arms crossing themselves loosely over her chest, elyria exhales a breath as her gaze refocuses on astarion. "may i suggest you start believing it? or, at the bare minimum, begin producing a plan for once we arrive?" she halts herself from asking any further questions; the elf is great at many things—— planning is not a strong suit of his. whimsical decision-making is where he strives. but, rather than dwell on it, the drow instead chooses her next word choices carefully.

"this is important—— for all of us. i know we've discussed it before, but i digress: the ritual is how we'll win this."

[bhaaliure]

@nonpareil : the lack of interest here today shall usher me to an early grave at any moment. ( benedict. )

another day, another drag of an event—— sweltering heat beams down on the top of your head, beads of sweat trickle down your spine, your puff-sleeved gown sticks to flesh like a magnet. it creates even more misery for an already detested day. this is a commodity only the beginning of the social season offers. (even the spring heat cannot halt high society's flamboyant theatrics.) you've learned this much from your short tenure in london.

you have also learned another thing—— for as pure as the women are, the men are abominable. weak, abominable, loathsome men ripe for the taking. your taking. bhaal's taking.

walking in sync with the bridgerton son, your hands remain still at your side, expression softening to imitate amusement. "oh, we certainly cannot allow that." no, an early grave would not be suitable at all—— you haven't even had the chance to intoxicate his bloodstream yet.

but, that action is only around the corner now.

with a giggle, your arm moves to loop around his. "if anything has the pleasure of lowering you to an early grave, i hope to be given the honor." a pause—— you tilt your head and tease a smile. "or lowering you anywhere, for that matter."