𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔱

Mature Themes BG3 South Park AU Updates when I feel like it. Do not compare my fan works to others thank you.

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DARK URGE: SOUTH PARK DIRECTORY

STORY CONTENT WARNING: - Explicit language - Suggestive content - Blood - Gore - Murder - Implied/mentioned grooming - Minor and Major BG3 spoilers - Drugs - Unsanitary situations

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CHARACTER REFERENCES BELOW CUT

[The Dark Urge / "Estella"] Drow bhaalspawn, female. Bard + Rogue [Gregory Dekarios] Human, transmasc. Wizard + Bard [Damien Thorne] High elf vampire spawn, male. Rogue [ Phillip "Pip" Pirrup] Zariel tiefling, male. Babarian - TBA [Crystal / "The Mole"] Tabaxi, transfem. Cleric [Ken McCormick] Orc-elf turned devil, nonbinary. Warlock - TBA [Gok'Zarah] Gith'yanki, male. Fighter - TBA [Khyaal] High elf, male. Druid - TBA [Sceleritas Towel] Wretch, genderless. Butler

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[Lore Post] The Weave had surrounded you both with its warmth, drawing the both of you together. Drawing you both closer. For a fleeting moment, the image of his lifeless body splayed out on the ground, gored beyond recognition, crosses your mind. But it's gone in an instant as you feel his leather clad hand rest on yours.

You look into his delicate brown eyes and the both of you smile at one another. For once, you are at peace. In the Weave's embrace, close to your beloved companion. He's sharing this tender moment with you, and an even more tender thought. The two of you leaning together beside the fire at camp, watching the stars.

You consider for a moment sharing your own thoughts. An image of you both kissing, sharing a gentle embrace under the moonlight.

He looks surprised, but smiles. Clearing his throat. "Well. You're awfully forward. Aren't you?" You merely smile at him and release his hand. He looks down then back at the book in his other hand, "Perhaps I can teach you more later. Thank you for sharing this with me. You've given me much to think about, Estella."

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There's almost a sense of relief that washes over you when your eyes meet Damien's. Despite your rough, murder filled day, you know that he's the last person who would ever not keep your company. How your heart pounds, the image once again dancing in your mind of what a pretty corpse he could be. But you push those thoughts back into the furthest recesses of your mind.

This wretched, vile disease of your mind will not take the only good thing you have from you. So instead, you accept the bottle your darling companion hands to you, considering whether or not you should knock the entire thing back.

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[Lore Post] The memory of what you did to that brave girl who came to your camp seeking adventure and companionship seeps into your mind once more.

The bard, Red, who you had seen yourself in. How dull her eyes were after you had ripped her life away.

The memory will likely haunt you for as long as your pathetic, bloodied life continues.

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A bloody awakening, a haunted past.

The pounding of war drums and screeches of devils ring through the air upon the nautiloid.

Corpses litter your path to the helm with the help of a gith and a tabaxi.