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30 Questions for your Dark Urge

So been wanting to work on lore for my characters. Well maybe not lore because I have lore upon lore stuck in my head on any of my characters. I love all of them and are happy to just talk when ever.

still I decided no matter how many likes I have my tumblr is going to be a place for my lore thoughts and maybe on bad days I’ll go back and read and if people like my thoughts. Well makes a bat happy.

so I decided to do this ask game and since I have five durges I’ll alternate every other durge

while I found gen particular post in @bardic-perdita’s blog, the original is from @spellfireburst

Samhain, vanna, Meris, Kal, Morin

What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their Class/Subclass? Samhain got his class from the way he was created. Since he only really had one parent and then was shaped to have the characteristics Bhaal wanted, raw Magic was introduced and thus Samhain developed into a wild Sorcerer.

Did your Dark Urge have any romantic and/or sexual relationships prior to their illithid adventure? If yes, who was it with and what was it like? If no, how did they feel about being single? Vanna did try to have a life before the urge and Bhaal brought him to the temple. He became a cleric due to Mai’s dream. He tried his best to resist and live his life and ended up getting married to a surface drow named Janus. Vanna was loyal, felt peace and was generally romantic. However bhaal had other ideas and eventually won causing Vanna to end up killing Janus. During his Bhaal days he worked on being single as to not get attached although it was easy to seduce people into sex to better murder them.

What would your Dark Urge consider to be their greatest skill? Is this accurate? Meris doesn’t often think of what he’s best at. He just does what he can. However if pressed enough he would probably answer that he would consider his greatest skill creativity. He uses it in his art and then also uses it as a talent. This would be accurate as he applies to a lot of his daily life and even fighting.

What would your Dark Urge consider to be their greatest flaw? Is this accurate? Kal considers his competitiveness to be his greatest flaw as he can get really cruel and temperamental about winning. He is only half right as his need to be the winner also leads to an utter lack of drive about things to try to escape this feeling. He’d rather purposefully not try than compete unless he knows he has a fairly good shot at it.

What opinion does your Dark Urge have about the Gods? Morin doesn’t really think about the gods too much growing up. He of course heard about talos and umberlee being raised in a lighthouse and in a costal town and he did pray to selune for guidance but they didn’t really influence his life. Then Bhaal happened, and while he did his bidding there was always a deep hatred for making him the way he was, unable to escape. When he did finally escape, he didn’t remember anything other than a vague worship of Selune. It helped him realize there was something wrong with Shadowheart’s worship and then selune stepped up. She sent him the cats (he isn’t sure how Nessie ended up joining him.) and then looked after Shadowheart when Shadowheart switched deities. However he has a hatred for the darker gods and is fighting against Bhaal and the other dead three with everything. While agitated that this is wither’s fault and some of withers’ actions, he does somewhat understand and does thank him for the rescue.

How does your Dark Urge react to waking up with memory loss? Samhain was worried. There were feelings that weren’t his won. Whispers he knew were important and a need to figure out what was going on to prevent a tragedy. Plus a lack of control over his own magic. So yeah he was worried and scared but as a leader tried to keep silent about his struggles.

Did your Dark Urge recall any childhood memories? If yes, how do they feel about the revelations? If no, was it by choice or lack of options? Vanna was different in that he had a good chunk of memories. He had his memories of growing up with mai. Of his coming of age ritual and some of his days being a cleric. He knew he had huge memory gone because fashion was different, and all the dark urges. He felt sick at the thought he might be a Bhaal spawn and promised himself he would never go back to being bhaal's puppet.

How does your Dark Urge feel about the wilderness? Well Meris is a Druid, so he prefers being in the wild. Less noise, less of a reason to be social or deal with people judging because he’s a drow or drow judging him because of his hair. The closer it is to water the better. When he moves to water deep, he is often in the harbor either just swimming and checking on the wildlife or being one of the marine mammals.

How does your Dark Urge feel about the city? Kal is ambivalent about the city. There is a convenience to getting supplies and shelter but there is also noise, people with all their problems and cruelty. However there is also the chance to dream and hope and some times kindness. He doesn’t have too many memories about cities so he often relies on Calluna’s memories of city life… which is better ways to get entertainment and medicine.

What motivates your Dark Urge to either embrace or resist the tadpole? Morin uses it very sparingly. He used it to free Shadowheart and then to save some one and avoid a fight and when it started taking memories, we’ll Morin had so few and that his magic relied very heavily on memories and skill to control it, he started resisting. He didn’t need anything more being taken from them.

What motivates your Dark Urge to either embrace or resist the Urge? Samhain is naturally kind at heart. He wants everyone to have a happy ending. While Salem did do most of the dark urge things to protect them from Bhaal, both sides of the personality prefer kindness having been shown the ugliness of hate and cruelty too much.

How does your Dark Urge feel about being a bhaalspawn? Vanna hates it, he hates when people’s beliefs are forced into him… and when he kills, he wants it to be his choice, to be the last Orion not because it gives him a high or because he has to. When he lost his memory of being Arel, he was afraid to find out. He knew of bhaalspawn as a cleric, and he kept coming across all these books about how they were villainized. He didn’t want that to be his and Mai’s legacy.

How does your Dark Urge feel about killing? Meris is some what ambivalent about it. He of course feels for every death and that it came to that, and a life was snuffed off but also that there is no choice often in the world they live in. When he has his connection to the sea back it blocks some of the urge he Inherited from adora. He can also escape through wildshaping when feeling the urge too much, allowing the animal mind to take over. It’s a double edge sword as it’s like the need piles up.

How good of a liar is your Dark Urge? How do they feel about lying? When people are expecting Kal to lie and looking at him, watching him, he is a horrible liar. However when he needs to lie to avoid a consequence then he is very good at it. If he’s lying maliciously he often feels bad about it but some times the truth is way more hurtful and doesn’t help any one. Lies often keep society going.

What is your Dark Urge’s greatest fear? Morin fears oblivion. He fears being unclaimed, fading away with no one knowing he exists. To stop being. He also has a great fear of boats. He hats the uneven feeling, the fear of the boat going down and being against his own control.

What is your Dark Urge’s greatest desire? Samhain wants to help others. He wants his special people to be happy and get the ever after they wanted. Maybe it won’t be everything but something they can accept and flourish in.

What is your Dark Urge’s greatest regret? Vanna’s biggest regret is not being able to save Janus from Bhaals plans and his own birthright. He regrets not being quick enough or fast enough to get mai out of moon haven fast enough and he regrets giving into Bhaal and being his chosen for so long.

How does your Dark Urge feel about love? Meris doesn’t think he’s lovable. He’s heard he’s cursed. He’s heard drow are malicious, and he knows there is something unspeakable lurking with in him. He knows he’s gorgeous but he’s also not the most emotive. He will mention his feelings to others and he’ll help his special people. He doesn’t really see romantic actions towards himself you definitely have to be blunt about it. Muere practically had to throw himself in his bed and when he joined the party and seeing gale’s affections Muere definitely gave all his tips to Gale… vecause Gale definitely needed help despite being suave when he felt it safe enough to make moves towards Meris.

Has your Dark Urge become particularly close to anyone romantically and/or platonically in their journey? If so, who, and what is the relationship like? If no, why not? I was afraid this was going to be Kal. Kal is a wait and see but he’s also only able to be seen by Calluna. Yes they work out sharing a body and the group does learn about it but as he learns more about himself his lack of self esteem hits and he feels he doesn’t deserve happiness. Karlach is the first one that tries to befriend him and asks Calluna to switch. Afterwards everyone else also works on building a relationship especially when Calluna gets mad and tells them he can hear everyone and is experiencing everything. Because he is somewhat Calluna he also carries the same fondness for elease and elease realizes Kal is this universe’s Calluna. It’s easy to carry her friendship over. So he struggles with his limitations but at the same time… he does want people to want to be with him and see something as well. He’s kind and loyal and understanding to any one that gets close. He might judge but he never uses it against you.

Is your Dark Urge open about their Urge or do they try to hide it? Why? Morin is a bit of both. When he ends up killing quill he doesn’t try to hide it. He mentions he doesn’t remember killing her but he’s pretty sure he is the reason. He tries to handle it himself and he warns the others about his thoughts but doesn’t constantly give updates. When it gets so bad he almost kills Shadowheart he tells her. After she asks to keep him updates, he tells the others when he gets his memories back what he is.

What are 2-3 songs that your Dark Urge would relate to? Samhain is a hard one. Because he’s also two people. I would say the song “bad apple” by touhou and “my other me.” By katsumi. Basically anything that has a Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde feeling.

What first impression does your Dark Urge give off to strangers? Vanna seems a bit optimistic and a bit naive at first impression. He strives to be helpful and guiding but you feel safe giving him the reigns to lead. There is charming feeling about him, like you want to be around to learn more.

How does your Dark Urge feel about what others think of them? Meris has learned a long time ago not to care. People will look at his appearance or race and make their own opinion no matter what he tries to do. He just loves his life the way he wants (when he can and Bhaal isn’t interfering) he some times feels hurt but it’s expecting. He believes the worst so he can get pleasantly surprised. There is a reason he spent a good chunk of act one as an animal around people.

Does your Dark Urge have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general? Calluna is more the one that has the treasured item and because it’s special to her, it’s special to Kal. When he takes control he makes sure that stuffed tiger is well taken care of and nothing happens to it. When its tail got ripped off he revealed himself to astarion and made a deal to get it sewed. He understands sentimentality and tries to protect things that are for the people that matter.

How does your Dark Urge feel about Sceleritas Fel? Morin wants to stab Sceleritas. The butler does not listen, tries to make Morin want they want and not what Morin says he is and never tells Morin anything he wants to hear or know. It’s always about what this father is about. In the beginning he kept all his dark fantasies into trying to kill sceleritas.

How does your Dark Urge feel about Bhaal? Samhain is ambivalent or feels hatred even when a chosen. You can’t pick your parents but Bhaal wouldn’t let them be anything but what he wanted. Bhaal did care in his twisted way but in the way toxic people do. He despises the purpose of his creation but at the same time wants to be alive. Then he works on not caring because even hatred is giving the god more emotion than Samhain wants. .

How does your Dark Urge feel about giving and receiving orders? Vanna prefers his own judgment being bhaal’s puppet for so long. He knows his motivations and while he doesn’t have many dragon traits he does share the pride. So he’s rather dominant. Thus he prefers being the leader but that doesn’t mahesh doesn’t listen to advice. If he believes in the order, he’ll do it.

How well does your Dark Urge function under pressure? Actually pretty well. If something needs to be done and Meris is able to do it then he will. He’ll hyper focus until it’s done. Running from the problem or hiding never helps. He learned that from his circle who decided to complete the rite of thorns.

What advice would you give to your Dark Urge? To accept that Kal deserves to be loved. You don’t have to be your parents. You are more than your urges… and everything will eventually change so don’t give up.

What are your Dark Urge’s intentions/goals after the end of the game? Morin’s goals are to help animals, help astarion walk in the sun, and help Shadowheart connect as a selunite or give her a happy ending. Also reconnect with Kaiden. When Luka is born, it becomes be a good father,

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Pairing: Ray/Lila Description: Prince Ray's mind wanders as he encounters a dear friend in the garden. Set in the Calluna universe. Happy Birthday to me! It's my yearly one-shot gift to myself. My sweet, darling prince Ray deserves a spin around the sun this time. [Read on AO3]

“My Prince, what are you doing awake at this hour? You know how Her Majesty will be upset if you’re late for your studies again.” 

“I could ask you the same question,” Ray replied, his frown growing by the minute. He had no choice but to visit the library to locate a particular text about the neighboring kingdom’s agricultural exports. His Mother refused to give him the afternoon off if he failed to meet her standards.

One mistake during a mock conversation, and she would keep him in his study for hours until he learned not only how to recover from a social faux pas but also how to avoid it altogether. 

Since his coronation was on the horizon, he had no choice but to brush up on the fundamentals.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t spent his childhood working toward that goal, but the more his Mother taunted him, the less confident Ray felt about the path going forward. Because of his curse, he couldn’t do what would’ve otherwise been expected of him, and that put a mark on the kingdom that couldn’t be erased.

Even though Ericaceae truly prided itself on the neutrality clause, warring kingdoms could easily swallow them up if they didn’t put up enough of a front to show that they could hold their own if need be. His Mother wasn’t one to mince words when it came to reality, unfortunately.

She knew what could befall their kingdom on a rainy day, and no matter how much he put forth scrolls and penmanship to show otherwise, he knew it was a fight that he would never win.

He wanted to bolster the kingdom, benefit the average man far more than any King before him, and look after the vulnerable who had no one to care for them.

But to achieve his dream, he had to prove that he could hold his own on the off-chance that his Mother was right. He held hope in his heart that it would never be the case, but so long as she was alive, he wanted to give her peace of mind. She deserved it, after all.

For as difficult as his mother could be, no part of him felt confused about why she chose to be strict about his instruction.

It was impossible to remember what he thought of it before his accident, but as frustrated as he had been to be torn away from his playtime, he knew that her worry must have been born of grief.  

A kingdom without a proper ruler was always predisposed to chaos, or so his storybooks warned him. 

After all, King Jihyun the Gentle, his father, had left their world well before his promised years. His Mother had no choice but to set aside her grief and sorrow to tend to their people and to the young Prince.

If working himself hard before his coronation could give her the final edge she needed to let go and enjoy her remaining years in peace, then so be it, he told himself.

Their kingdom would be prosperous and safe as long as he believed in himself, at the very least, that was what his dearest friends told him. 

He wanted to take their words at face value because they would never lie to him, but the knot that sat in his stomach mocked him every step of the way. What he knew about himself always seemed to be thrown to the wayside the minute that ugly voice cracked into the back of his head. 

What if he forgot something important in the middle of a conversation with a foreign dignitary?

What if he insulted a Lord or Lady because he forgot the conventional order of social hierarchy? What if he spoke last instead of first? What if he made a fool of himself because he couldn’t remember the proper export of a country with which they shared a treaty? 

Question after question rattled around in his brain, no better than the rocks he used to skip across the pond in the Royal garden. He knew the answer to every last question his brain proposed, but until he could ensure that he was correct, there was no way he could fall asleep peacefully.

This often led to his evening stroll around the ground, pacing back and forth until he could recall the answer, or his legs carried him to the library to locate the source. Tonight led him to the library, where his Father set aside countless books on the warm kingdom located to their south, Cerasifera. 

Their relations with Cerasifera were more than satisfactory. Given that they were a kingdom by the sea, they could receive information far faster than any castle surrounded by land. They knew the comings and goings of every land in the surrounding territories, and those that were not yet known to Prince Ray.

While he could never hope to reach the heights that King Jumin had in his long reign, he knew that so long as he maintained the bond between their kingdoms, their people would never suffer. They would always have a chance to access resourceful information and produce, thanks to his Father’s dearest friend. 

He knew that even if he stumbled or made a fool of himself on the throne, King Jumin would be far more likely to forgive him than his Mother would.

Given the letters they had shared back and forth since his childhood, he had faith that their first meeting in person would be alright, but he knew that he couldn’t let himself off the hook.

If he became complacent, he would pay for it in time. That was why his fears were getting the better of him, he figured. It didn’t matter how much he learned if he couldn’t prove himself on the grand stage. 

After all, King Jumin wasn’t the only member of the neighboring kingdoms’ royal families primed for attendance at his coronation.

He was the only one he knew firsthand, however, and without any experience speaking to foreign rulers and dignitaries due to the curse that bound him to his castle, he was at a disadvantage.

Many young princes would visit their neighboring kingdoms to build relations from the bottom up, and their experiences afforded them a chest of knowledge in return. Attendance was a necessary beast.

It was during one of those trips that his Father encountered his best friend, after all. If they had never met, their kingdoms might not have agreed to reach the same pact.

Relationships were built with time, and that was not something Ray had at his disposal. 

Ray wasn’t the same as his Father, and while he wanted to rule in his own right, he couldn’t say he didn’t dream of reaching the same bond with the neighboring kingdoms that his Father once possessed.

He hoped to build from where his Father left off as soon as he took the crown, but everything Ray aspired to would come down to his performance at his coronation.

If they weren’t impressed by his ability to carry himself or the plans that he intended to share for their benefit, the treaties wouldn’t remain the same.

Anyone could change their mind, but with the mourning time coming to a close and his rule at its beginning, change could be both a kind angel and a bitter beast. 

They knew him by name, but they knew nothing of who he was. 

That was why his hard work mattered as much as it did.

Ray drew in a breath and turned his attention back to Lila. She had been a precious friend to him for as long as he could remember, but it wasn’t like her to be awake at such a late hour.

It wasn’t uncommon to find her lost in the library in the middle of the day, given that she had taught herself to read after Ray guided her through the basics, but she always stressed to him that he needed rest above all else. 

“Forgive me, the time got the better of me, and I didn’t realize the hour until dewdrops had begun to form on my plants, ” she bowed her head playfully. 

“All is forgiven,” he said. 

She once told him she read a tome that suggested that the palace doctors were wrong about their approach to rest. They followed the Queen’s orders to the letter, but they responded differently under her thumb than they ever did at his Father’s behest.

Unlike the commoners who lived outside the castle and slept in shifts throughout their day, they recommended that the royal family sleep through the night instead. 

It was completely unheard of in the scrolls Lila parsed through for anyone to suggest such a thing! To lie still throughout the night was a luxury, but in her mind, it sounded like a slow slog into exhaustion. 

Without a break in between, the mind had no time to recuperate and recover the information it gathered thus far, and for a Prince who found himself at a loss for words by sunset, it was no wonder he struggled to trust his memory!

How could he remember when the doctors told him there was nothing odd about their advice? For a woman of her standing to suggest such a thing was blasphemy in their eyes, but to Ray, it was a blessing. Knowledge was a gift he wished to bestow upon his subjects, regardless of their gender, but men such as that stood in the way. 

Although he was in no position to heed her advice under his Mother’s reign, he knew he would take it to heart as soon as he bore the crown. 

Just as he hoped to change the law to allow her tender hands to become more than the castle gardener-to-be. He knew she aspired for more, for a chance to heal the sick and wounded back to health, but for now, all Ray could do was try his best and mind her concerns with care. 

“May I accompany you for the rest of your walk?” 

“Until we have to part at the castle doors,” he cupped her cheek. It was rosy and warm compared to the chill he’d gained from forgetting his coat at the door. “I wish I could see you to bed, but I’m afraid the guards would report back to my Mother about it and get you into trouble.” 

She frowned. “I wish Her Majesty would lighten up… you’re prepared to take the crown tomorrow if need be. It’s been a few days since we saw you last. It’s lonely at our supper table without you there, Ray. Can you promise me that you’ve eaten at the very least?”

He missed his friends. 

Oh, how he missed them in the time he spent focused on his duties. His eyes would often stray from his desk to the window in the hopes that he might be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of them in the garden.

His Lady and his dear Lila would be beyond his reach, laughing and sharing secrets meant for none to hear but them, praying that the dandelions would carry their words to him before nightfall. They never excluded him from their afternoon meeting that took place as soon as their chores were done, only prayed to the clouds above that he could see them and remember his freedom would come the moment he bore the crown. 

“Mother would lose her head if we didn’t rehearse table manners,” he said, shaking his head at the thought of her shattering a plate to prove a point. “I can’t promise that I’ve smiled with my meal, but I’ve finished my meals with the behavior expected of me.” 

“I’ll ask Our Lady to help me pluck berries from the corner garden, then. I’ll spread the warm jam on toast like when we were young children, and mash it into your face until you turn purple,” she said. 

It was a memory from a time before his accident. He asked his friends never to lie to him about the time they shared before the carriage accident injured his head and took a great deal of his memories.

Even if he couldn’t remember the times they shared, that didn’t mean he couldn’t experience them through their words. If he couldn’t put an image to a thought, he knew it existed well before his mind could comprehend the thought. But his friends never let him feel worse for it. 

He learned something new each day about himself, and he liked what they shared because it made him feel like a person again, rather than a Prince who most walked on eggshells to avoid out of fear of hurting him or cursing him with the sickness that so often took the lives of the people in their land.

Ray offered Lila his other hand and gestured at the castle behind them. 

“If my cheeks turned purple because of the mash, may I assume you used the berries growing in the secret garden to make this treat?” 

She laughed. “Why, of course! That’s the only place they grow in the castle, but I have to scale the gate to find the freshest berries. For some reason, the ones on the other side of the wall grow larger than the ones inside. It’s worth the trouble every time to get my dress muddy to see your smile, my Prince.” 

“I see,” she took his arm as they made their way away from the fresh air and toward their beds. “How did you climb the wall when we were young? My curse won’t allow me to leave the castle grounds, so I can’t imagine I would be much help… did Our Lady help you?”

“Mhm,” she said. 

“Did you climb atop her shoulders?”

“You helped with that part, Ray. You would dirty your coat by lying on the ground to give her a boost, and then I would scale her shoulders to grab the top of the wall. So long as I could reach the vines on the other side, I had no trouble getting our supplies. Your Mother was never happy with us, but if I remember right, His Majesty would accompany us on occasion since he was no stranger to dirt and mud.” 

He made a face. “Oh, I can’t begin to imagine what Mother would’ve done had he returned covered in mud.” 

“He made sure to change into old rags and wash himself in the pond before we returned home to avoid complications. It was quite the clever idea if you ask me. Her Majesty was never sour-faced, and His Majesty got to enjoy a day out with his son,” she explained. 

He hoped that he could be a King just like that. One that wasn’t afraid to get dirty when need be, and who knew how to have fun once in a while.

He was to be a King, and while his duty was to his people and their happiness, there was no denying that understanding fun was a crucial aspect of the task.

The treaties were important, as was understanding the importance of agriculture and trade. Giving proper time to the commoners’ squabbles and needs was gravely important, too. But how could the kingdom enjoy festivals if its King didn’t know how to make fun and be merry? There was a time for play and a time for order. 

His Mother seemed to believe only the latter mattered to the kingdom, while his Father balanced the two on his head.

Although Ray had not left his castle once, he knew enough from the castle staff he spoke to that certain things in their kingdom had been better when he had been a child. The people missed the days of jubilation and comfort just as much as they missed his Father. He wanted to return that blessing to the people. 

They could live in a kingdom that valued their joy and their physical needs. Ray knew they could; he just had to fight for it. 

As they came to a rest at the large doors that would separate them, he asked, “Do you think… We’ll be able to return to those days? That is to say, do you think I’ll be able to ensure children get to share those happy moments with their friends and family without worrying about illness or wealth? I know… that we can never return to the past, but I dearly want the future to be like those days we spent in the sun.” 

“Oh, Ray,” Lila cupped his cheek this time, leaning on the tips of her toes to reach him. “I have faith in you, my King. If anyone can bring prosperity and peace to our land, then it would be you. I know you won’t let a single child go without a place to call home so long as you wear the crown. Were I still a babe wandering the streets in the days to come, I would fear nothing as my King would bear the name Ray the Generous.” 

His cheeks felt hot. “Now, now… I won’t gain a title until much later in my reign. Who’s to say that will be my name?”  

“My heart knows it to be true,” she said. 

“You know my mind could never doubt you when you call upon your heart of all things to speak to your confidence,” he whispered under his breath. He knew the butterflies dancing on his tongue would win if he didn’t turn tail to leave as soon as he could. “I dare say that you’re trying to sweep my heart into a spiral before I have a chance to get some rest.” 

“Who’s to say I’m not?” she teased. 

“Goodbye, dear Lila,” he said, mustering all the strength he had to send those words her way before he stumbled inside to escape the onslaught on her love.

He could hear her giggle and coo from behind the door, but he focused more on the sound of his heart sitting in the back of his throat.

How much longer could he last with these tender feelings in his heart? He loved his friends with all his heart, but the more time he spent away on his studies, the more he realized he would never be able to let them go when he was their King. 

His heart was greedy, that was for certain, but the most dangerous thing about his greed was the understanding that his friends would surely glue themselves to his side before he voiced the thought.

He had to maintain his composure for just a while longer, at least until his coronation, to ensure his Mother wouldn’t try to marry him to someone from a neighboring kingdom. 

As soon as the crown sat atop his brow, he would be able to act upon his feelings without shame, and with as much greed as he could muster. The thought of sweet lips on his tongue sounded wonderful, but he had to stay strong until the time was right. 

His friends understood. 

Lila understood.

It would just be a little longer… just as soon as the marigolds bloomed. 

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