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something about this man brings back memories buried deep under piles of gore. remnants of a time when you were still sweet and didn't know the taste of copper. your hand twitches. it yearns to hold his golden claw. craves its anchor
MEMEFICATION OF BALDUR'S GATE [1/?]
part 2
The moment I saw that meme I just knew I have to redraw it with Durge!
Here's a quick word soup but my Dark Urge, after they all kill Gortash....
Karlach gets mad. She gets upset. For good reason of course. She talks about how Gortash screwed her over, how she lost fucking everything because of him. And then she takes off.
And The Dark Urge looks at Gortash. The corpse of their ally. Their lover. The first person they felt any tangible human connection and affection for...dead.
She kneels down and takes the Nether Stone from his hand. Careful, handling his limp arm like porcelain. Then she hands the stone to... someone. Gale or Shadowheart, she isn't sure. She hasn't taken her eyes off Gortash.
And she asks them to leave her with the body. That the thought of strangers handling Enver's body makes her blood boil. She says she will return to camp soon but she has... she can't leave him like this.
She can't be open with her grief. Because it isn't fair to Karlach. It's shameful to mourn a man who would've crushed the world beneath his heel. Who has rendered so much suffering unto Faerun. But it's a lingering consequence of her past life. Of the Urge. It's a feeling she can't shake; this agony over the death of Gortash. He was horrible, and yet, once upon a time, he was hers. They were each other's. Circling each other with the desire to love but could only imitate it.
So she buries him. Or cremates him. Whatever she thinks he would've preferred.
She shouldn't mourn him. But she does. It's an Urge but one she doesn't mind indulging in this time.
Durge not being a druid was such a missed opportunity imo
we know Durge was Gortash' attack dog, a savage beast.
cannibalistic and just utterly primal in their killing methods (looking at you Alfira)
So Imagine Gortash sitting in his throne, Durge sitting next to him, in their own (maybe smaller) throne
Some pathetic whelp asking for a meeting with Gortash
Gortash simply raises his index finger and Durge turning in to a direwolf, a bear, an owlbear
Pouncing that plebian without a second though, biting it and shaking it like a goddamm squeaky toy Durge shaking their body one last time before releasing, send the corpse flying straight to the wall
And wildshaped Durge indulging in the meat of the dead person
This song has been spinning in my mind as The Dark Urges Last Prayer.
Similar to the letter for forgiveness found in game.
Just thinking that this is Durge right before Bhaal sets Orin on them.
Because if you revise the lyrics just a little bit. . .
—
“The Gods only knows what Sceleritas would say
If I brought Enver to the temple one day
He’d pray for deliverance
He’d pray for Bhaals grace
'Cause I'm not the Bhaalspawn they want me to be.”
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Other lyrics that vibe with Bhaalspawn:
“Found the apple of my eye and I want to take a bite”
“This love isn't holy, but I’m too far in”
“Father, forgive me 'cause I don't think I wanna change”
crop of a bit of sappy nsfw featuring these two horrible messes
check out my private twitter if u wanna see the full thing. account is pinned on my main twitter etc etc ugh
something something about only ever feeling truly safe in the arms of someone who has sworn to kill you last