Baldurās gate rendered incorrect quotes to cope with the fact that a fashion internship is the boring-est and most creatively bankrupt thing Iāve done so far in my life.
The Nautiloid Was Especially Active That Day, Might Be Because of the Githyanki Invading it.
Karlach stopped to catch her breath, looking back to check on how far The Blade of Frontiers was. She pounded her chest in frustration, producing a clanging sound from the metal plate on her chest. She would have had a lot more energy is only she had a soul coin with her.
The sound of scrabbling limbs and short breaths broke through the crackling fires of Avernus. The tiefling looked behind her to see Wyll struggling with climbing the cliff. Karlach had worn him down enough that he does not have the energy to call forth magic for a while, but she still needs to keep him fatigued enough toā
A loud crack from right above them caused them to look up at a large mass of tentacles.
As fast as one could blink, Karlach found herself in a strange room full of organic mass stuck in a strange pod as a strange purple humanoid with tentacles grabbed something from a pool.
***
Laeāzel was both lucky and unlucky that day. To first get captured by the Gaik get one of the parasites in her skull, then to be freed of her pod due to the attack from her brethren. She had a chance to survive. All she needs to do is to find a crĆØche and be cleansed.
She stumbled out of the room, the heat raging against her skin. She looked out of a hole in the ship and felt her heart top at the sight.
A fiery red hellhole. She was not sure how anyone could build a settlement in these conditions. How far was the nearest crĆØche?
The sound of a blade being drawn breaks her out of her trance and she turned towards the noise. Lossiir blinked in surprise, lowering his sword as relief floods his features, āLaeāzel! Vlaakith blesses us on this day!ā
***
Of course Gale got out of his pod, he knew quite a lot of tricks as the former chosen of Mystra.
He quietly wandered the nautiloid leaning his weight onto a staff he took from a charred corpse. Avernus was not agreeing with him so he had to be careful to avoid any fiends or mind-flayers. The intellect devourers were docile to him at least, likely on account of the parasite in his head.
Another possible effect of the worm, his fatigue was heavily amplified. He couldnāt cast another spell until he built up enough magic and sitting around wasnāt exactly the safest choice.
He entered another room making way for the scuttling little brain critters and startled at the display before him.
A poor soul, their body opened and hung up on display with their guts framing their form. Their skull had been spilt open revealing the half-eaten brain underneath. Gale could hear their heart beating and see their lungs expand and contract.
After his shock faded, Gale started to walk through the room. The stench was horrible, his house-slippers kept sticking to the floor, he did not want to look down and see what exactly he was stepping in. As he passed the wretch he realised that they were conscious as well. Their red , slitted eye gazed at him as he moved.
****
Wyll couldnāt hear Mizoraās voice, any other time it wouldāve been a blessing. He banged on the walls of his pod, panic really setting in. They put something in his skull.
Was it an icky purple worm, pet?
āMizora!ā Wyll cried. He stopped everything he was doing to hear from his patron.
You seem happy to hear from me. That devil is within the ship. Iāll let you out, you kill her.
Wyll hesitated.
Look, youāre turning into a mind-flayer anyhow, just get this job done and sheāll torment innocents no more.
āIām turning into a mind-flayer?ā He gasped. He could feel the panic setting back in, regrets flooding his mind.
Get a grip. Fulfil this task and Iāll get it out of your head.
āYou will?ā
Silence. Wyll locked eyes with a pale, red eyed elf who was staring at him as if he was crazy. Fair enough.
ā Fine, Iāll do it.ā
The familiar scent of sulphur hit his nose, and his pod opened.
****
Pain.
Hunger.
Rage.
A muddled mess of gore clawed its way out of its own blood and waste, a clawed hand keeping its skull together.
This isnāt you.
This should never be YOU.
Who are you?
It felt heat blast into its face as several campions pass it, deeming it unthreatening in its current state.
No.
They should always fear you.
Who are you?
A foolish fiend stayed behind, to watch it crawl about for her amusement. She got too close.
Kill.
Consume.
Who are you?
Blood sprayed into its esophagus, electricity surged through its veins and into hers. She cannot move. It feasted.
You are perfect.
You will be whole.
Who are you?
Its wounds closed as it drained her blood. Once its skull was intact, it moved to her flesh. The ecstasy of what it did roared through its mind. It chewed and relished her bones.
A perfect weapon.
Your godās cherished.
Who are you?
Her crew came back when they realised she was missing. They stood in shock as it rushed at them in all fours.
Claws like daggers.
The storms in your veins.
You are whole again.
Who are you?
It left gore behind it, struggling to walk. It called upon the storms to lift it and manoeuver.
Who are you?
Itās skull throbs.
Who are you?
Its limbs are stiff and the ecstasy was waning, nausea began to overtake it.
Who are you?
It wandered the nautiloid aimlessly, racking its mangled brain for its memories.
Who am I?
āFree us! We are hereā Hereā
The Dark Urge looked at the man with the exposed brain.
****
Thanks to Mizoraās influence, Wyll was able to explore the nautiloid without trouble from the fiends attacking. And thanks to the worm in his brain, the intellect devourers left him alone too.
How convenient.
He even crossed paths with a wizard in his home clothes. Not that he was of much use. He just stuck close to the warlock. He didnāt feel upset about it, it was clear that he was extremely weak and sick and the boy couldnāt possibly leave the old man behind.
āIām 32.ā
Wyll looked back at Gale as he processed what he was told.
āWhat?ā
āI can hear a bit of your thoughts through the connection between our parasites. Itās not intentional, I assure you, I am trying to control it. But, Iām not that old.ā
āOh. All right.ā Wyll looked back around the corner to check for Illithids. He turned back around towards his companion, ā32?ā
āYes.ā
āWhat did you do?ā
āWell, I donāt think thatās relevant.ā
āMy fatherās 60.ā
āGood for him.ā
āYou look older.ā
āUnfortunately.ā
āDid you sell your youth.ā
āCan we please change the subject.ā Galeās annoyance was obvious.
āRight, Iām sorry.ā Wyll looked away, embarrassed at his own behaviour.
Ask if his ex-lover was THAT bad.
āNo, Iām not going to ask him that.ā Wyll whispered.
āWhat?ā
āNothing. My patron had a question.ā Wyll cleared his throat. He turned back around to check round the corner again and was picked up by a set of tentacles.
The mind-flayerās mouth was way too close to Wyllās face and he struggled to free himself. From his periphery, he could see Gale prepare to cast a spell.
A sudden sense of vertigo fell upon him as the ship seemed to turn entirely to its side, launching Gale backwards through the hall in the route of gravity. He remained where he was trapped within his captorās tentacles.
The mind-flayer seemed distracted however, not having moved at all. The ship flipped again and the Illithid let him go, causing him to fall into another area of the ship.
****
Laeāzel has never driven a Gaik ship. Of course she wasnāt good at it. Lossiir was hanging on to the other side of the panel and handed her another tentacle.
She connected it to another she picked out and felt a brief moment of weightlessness as the ship finally transported itself out of the fire lands.
Lossiir looked back at Laeāzel grinning, she grinned back.
A flaming sword flew between them and lodged itself into the controls. Both heads whipped around to see the larger fiend creature coming towards them.
The ship lurched violently causing everyone to get flung into the air. Lossir lost his grip on the console and was launched towards one of the holes in the hull. Laeāzel was swift to try and catch him, flinging herself to the closest tentacle but it was too late. Another lurch and the whole room was in the air again. The warrior reached for the flaming sword instead, opting for a sturdier hold.
The fiend brute was stuck fighting the mind-flayer again, leaving her to her own devices to try and land the ship.
She connected another two tentacles and the ship lurched once again, dislodging the sword from the panel. She tried to grab onto anything else but was sucked out of the nautiloid.
****
Astarionās pod was flung out of the ship when it crashed. He should be grateful that heās alive but heās still a far way from Baldurās Gate. Thoughts swam across his mind on what to do next.
Cazador would want him back now that heās technically free, he would probably send hunters after him. Whatever they put inside his skull, definitely not good. Perhaps a healer should be sought out while evading the hunters. for now he should find a place to stay for before the sun comes up.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts to start looking for shelter when he realisedā
The world was so colourful and warm around him.
He blinked in confusion. He could barely remember a blue sky.
A blue sky?
He winced and turned around to see the sun shining down on him. Nothing happened. He was standing in its warmth and light this whole time.
His hand wandered to the eye they put the worm in, was this a side effect? It probably came at a great cost, but he needed to wield this power. He has to.
He felt pinpricks in his eyes as he took in the view of the sunrise, a luxury that had been stolen from him over 200 years ago.
Every-Single-Head-Canon for The Dark Urge BECAUSE I LOVE THIS STUPID FUCKING LIZARD AND I THINK ABOUT IT TOO MUCH!!
Raised by the sweetest people you can imagine and never lacked love as a child.
I named it Vern (Tav-Vern) :)
Touching the child could result in static shocks, because Storm-Magic.
Parents werenāt dragonborns and had no experience, so thought Vern was a girl because the obvious gendered parts is tucked inside its cloaca.
She/Her as kid
They/Them when parents leaned about their anatomy.
Can transform because Bhaal loves his shapeshifters. If they could be a changling in-game, I would.
The urges took offer when they were 8.
To people with little experience around Dragonborn, they looks normal. Otherwise, āfellowā scale-friends look at them like theyāre something out of the Mandela Catalogue.
āYour jaws arenāt supposed to do that dudeā¦ā
Jaws split apart (like snakes) when doing its breath attack. Which should not happen.
Learned medicine with the idea that if the urges take over again, they can save the person anyways.
Became a cleric of kelemvor because death god vibes felt right.
Could never save people despite their knowledge and magic.
It/Its in the cult of Bhaal
Sceleritas acts similar to one of its parents, which is why it keeps him around.
Gets kinda high off of murder, the ecstasy increases when it found the cult and especially after it became the chosen.
Likes praise and stuff, Bhaal gives it prizes and this feeling of love if it does a particularly good job.
Bhaalās āloveā leaves and it causes nausea and general emptiness so The Urge keeps trying to get that feeling back.
Dude was a pretty good leader for a murder cult, the Bhaalists felt like the cult was a family (The Urge felt the same)
Had the vibe of a priest coming down to check on each of its underlings.
āGorgin, child, I noticed you have been acting differently during our weekly sacrifies and blood-letting. Are you alright? You donāt want to talk about it? Well, Iāll be over there stabbing the flaming fist that stumbled into our cult if you need me.ā
I want to make it clear that itās still a very bad dude in the cult of Bhaal
Was really fine with the status quo for the cult, scared that anything more would result in it losing the only family that could bear to be around it.
Funny little sibling rivalry with Orin, it really thinks that Orin could shine and live much better outside of the cult.
Gortash is so smart and so charming and he thinks all its scary, mass murder bits and parts are so fucking hot and The Datk Urge has to do less stuff to get his praise.
ā This absolute plot sounds too ambitious, Iām not sure the cult of Bhaal would actuallyāwhat?ā¦. Father wants to go through with this, Iām in.ā
Flirts with medical terms.
Gortash is so smart and so charming and he thinks all its scary, mass murder bits and parts are so fucking hot and The Datk Urge has to do less stuff to get his love and kissies.
Relationship with Orin deteriorated after proper partnership with Bane and Myrkul.
Bhaal punishes it for its feelings for Gortash by stopping its heart, but it keeps going back.
Orin stabs it in the back (metaphorically) and in the skull(literally)
Iām pretty sure Bonedaughter did to The Urge what it did to corpses when it wasnāt eating themā¦likeā¦ she seems the type ā¦ especially with how she talked about it.
The Dark Urge was naked on the nautiloid.
I imagine Gale being the MC during the Nautiloid section at the beginning, but Lizard boi was also roaming around eating corpses and looting bodies from clothes.
The Dark Urge referred to itself as The Dark Urge (remember the The in my name) until Wyll suggested D-Urge as a substitute. It was fine with that. shadow-heart didnāt appreciate Wyllās suggestion of Doe.
I always imagine The Urge as the camp medic since it would have medical training and I multi-class the cunt into a storm cleric for the bonus damage. Since I imagine at least 4 of the TadPals having chronic conditions, they tend to come to it for help with issues and checkups.
But while the dude has training, it gets kinda obvious that itās quite inexperienced anyways. It is however, better than shadowheart who only has like first-aid type of training.
so other than the Druidās grove, they donāt get access to decent medics until the goblin camp. I kinda imagine they camp in the rafters and bring Halsin there after they free him, as a safe space to gather their bearings and make plans for taking out Minthara and Dror.
I always take a long rest in the goblin camp after doing a couple of the side quests and killing Gut and some goblins so the exit is so much easier.
Halsin rests at camp with them and since they couldnāt get dewormed, they just go to him too get themselves checked out.
Iām sure Karlach and Wyll are used to the wilderness.
Laeāzel was more susceptible to stupid earth shit tha we grew immune to. Githyaki donāt usually worry too much about that since they go back to their crĆØches or portal.
Astarion and Shadowheart are city bitches they keep touching the itchy plants.
Gale *gestures vaguely at gale*
D-Urge *gestures vaguely at the overly-reanimated corpse made from a god*
Karlach and Wyll could get some minor shit. It hurts when she pees, an old wound is leaking puss. You get how it is.
Ok, I have a character called Sonnuvgud, (son of good) itās a fake name but he is referred to it tha way for a majority of the story.
If fake names donāt count I have another character thatās named Abandon. Because their parent abandoned them at birth and one called Once Upon a Time.
Once Upon a Time named themself whereas Abandon was named my the people around them.
Those arenāt names and thatās why I think itās stupid but it works well for those two.
Then thereās a family that names themselves after biblical figures. Thereās an Adam, Eve, Lillith, Cain and Abel in this Family. But Abel is the father of Eve, Adam and Lillith and Lillithās son is Cain because I really didnāt want them to be THAT heavily compared to their biblical namesakes and stories
Ever think about how much Default Durge and Orin look alike
Like, they're entirely different species, not all that blood related at all, certainly not in a way that would impact appearance, and yet...pale with red markings. Orin literally wears a carapace like Durge has scales. Her braid is full of spikes, not unlike the crown of spikes on Durge's head. Orin even moves kinda like a dragonborn, all fluid back-and-forth movements.
They're so different and yet so alike and they're siblings. Maybe Orin emulates him on purpose to be more like Bhaal's ideal spawn. Maybe she doesn't mean to do it. Maybe this is just what they're like and they just happen to be incredibly similar. It could just be a Bhaalist thing, but a lot of this aesthetic doesn't really carry over into anything else- most of the clothes and architecture seems to favor much darker colors and a more run-down feel. And then there's just them, so different from their environment but still so alike. Idk if I can even articulate this very well but just....siblings, man.
Iām getting the hang of it, the placement of my text bubbles should be worked on as per my friends. I started just typing for the sake of the reader :,) I had too much confidence in my handwriting.
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