What would Durge say to the person they were before the tadpole, if they could meet them?
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What would Durge say to the person they were before the tadpole, if they could meet them?
Do you think redemption is possible for your Durge, or is that something only people with clean hands and an intact memory get to believe in?
answers will be reblogged from @durgeappreciation
What was your Durge's first coherent thought after waking on the nautiloid?
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Nothing philosophical or deep. After the usual confusion about where she was, her first thought was to find something to replace the bandages Alste woke up in after Kressa’s torture. And something that felt like a familiar sharp blade, the kind her hand had missed so much.
#DurgeQOTD -> Durges: The Enver Topic
Time to spill the tea:
If you're not the original Dragonborn Dark Urge player, do you have a imagination/headcanon of your Durge's affiliation with Gortash before game events as Bhaal's Chosen?
How did your Durge relate to Gortash during their collaboration before the fall? Have you thought about it?
Perhaps also how they react to Gortash at Wyrm's Rock?
Reblog this post with your headcanon to the history of Gortash and your Durge.
I tag: @yennefer-of-vengerbergs , @aristenfromwarsaw , @optimisticgrey , @pinkberrytea , @moriarfer and ALL the other Durges (feel free to ignore if you got no time or ideas 😘)
Tell me in a reblog if you have a headcanon to the Enver topic in your Durge's history.
Who does your Durge trust most not to abandon them if the truth comes out?
Even on my worst days I enjoy this flashmob - @optimisticgrey's ideas never disappoint.
The answer is: Astarion. And Ethery is not wrong.
In the growing light of dawn, what remained of Quil looked like something dragged straight out of the Hells. Whatever scraps of sanity Ethery had left congratulated themselves on her choice. Astarion really was the only one in camp she could have brought here and still expected a useful reaction - before someone sent her to the Fugue Plane straight after the bard. “Oh,” Astarion said lightly, as if he’d spotted a crushed cockroach. “Oh my. That’s… impressive. Clean work. Efficient. Stylish, even. If I’d known you for a couple of days less, I might’ve assumed you did this perfectly sober.” Despite everything, Ethery’s eyes widened, which only made her head throb harder. “You… you actually believe me?” she forced out. “That I don’t remember any of it? That I didn’t mean to…didn’t want to kill her?” “Of course I do,” the vampire replied in the same careless tone. “You, my dear, kill only goblins while fully conscious. Druids, at most, and even then, only verbally. And while I cherish your imaginative cruelty of speech, I’m not foolish enough to doubt you. You slaughtering that poor, clueless fool while in your right mind? Now? No. Perhaps after a week of her testing your patience, and even then, I’d wager against it.” He looked at Ethery with something very close to pity. “All right. Flattery later. What’s next? Want me to help you hide the body?” “Don’t,” Ethery said shortly, keeping her eyes fixed away from Quil’s remains. “Leave it exactly like this. I'm turning myself in. Let them see everything exactly as it is before they decide what to do with me. If I can do this in my sleep, I might be a danger to all of you.” Astarion’s expression shifted. He went still and silent. “If anyone here has ever been a danger to the group,” he said at last, quietly, “it’s me. Yet here I am, no stake through my heart. And who spoke up for me? You. The very person I tried to drain. While fully conscious, no less.” A faint, crooked smile touched his lips. “So I suppose this is my chance to settle the debt. Not that my standing among this respectable assembly is stellar, but yours is about to plummet just as spectacularly.”
Does your Durge see themselves as a monster trying to be good or a good soul being punished?
Does your Durge believe they were once a good person?
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Does your Durge believe their destiny is inescapable?