#weavebitching

[weavebitch]

what could be better than a kiss?

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can't believe he's flirting at a time like this

[weavebitch]

Strangely Familiar Ring (New Item for The Dark Urge)

Adds a piece of jewellery with custom stats to the game.

BEHOLD!! My very first proper mod :) And of course it's Durgetash.

Adds a ring with shippy flavour text, has a custom visual for body types 1 & 2 EDIT: for all body types!!

[weavebitch]

happy to report that i am getting somewhere with this whole thing fucking finally

(now if you would kindly ignore his lack of pants...)

[weavebitch]

Heart of Enver Gortash as a Consumable for The Dark Urge

Lets you eat the heart of Enver Gortash. Intended as a roleplaying thing for The Dark Urge.

my entry for @gortash-week & the bg3 modathon :) bon appétite freaks

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Lord Enver Gortash: Dearest Karlach. I'd busy myself finding Orin if I were you. I'll still be here for any unfinished business, once you've secured your camp.

Karlach: That's it? That's all you have to say to me?

Lord Enver Gortash: Were you hoping for something else? A word of wisdom? A hug?

Karlach: Thanks to you, I don't hope for things anymore. I just take whatever it is I want. See you soon, motherfucker.

Lord Enver Gortash: You most certainly will.

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Here's the thing: You can't tell me he wasn't at least a little proud of her in that moment.

What he had to endure in the hells when he was growing up made him into the person he is -- ruthless, merciless, and powerful. He is undoubtedly proud to be where he is in life. He condemns his parents for what they did to him, but he would have enough reason to do that even if they didn't sell him to Raphael.

However awful Avernus was, it brought him in a position where he is a) not poor anymore, b) extremely influential, and c) basically free to do what he likes. He wouldn't be there if his parents hadn't given him away -- in his eyes that might have been the only thing they ever did right.

And then he meets Karlach, a teenager who's growing up in the wrong part of Baldur's Gate, who reminds him of his younger self a little: clever (though in a different way), headstrong, resilient. She can be shaped just like him, she just needs a guiding hand and a chance to prove herself.

So when Zariel asks if he has a guinea pig for her, someone who is strong enough to endure being turned into a living weapon, it's perfect. It's a win/win situation. He gets whatever he wants from Zariel, Zariel gets what she wants from him, Karlach gets what will be good for her eventually, even if she doesn't understand it yet.

It's an act of affection in his eyes: I'm giving you a chance. You can have so much more power than you ever imagined, you just have to prove yourself first and then take it. I'm sure you can do it. And so she goes against her will, and is lucky enough to get out a decade later, and she comes to him and she proves him right.

She is angry and not afraid to show it. Her burning heart is a marvelous piece of technology and a powerful weapon. She is hardened, she is ruthless, she is used to doing what she has to do without second thoughts. There is nothing left of her adolecent insecurities and soft edges. She doesn't rely on people anymore. She has lost her naïveté. She doesn't hope anymore, instead she takes. And Gortash's plan worked just as he thought it would.

[weavebitch]

I HAVE MADE SIGNIFICANT PROGRESS

EDIT: it's done!!

[weavebitch]

it just occured to me that this bit of narration dialogue was a bit random, no? (you get in in the grove after talking to bex and her partner about the plans they have for baldur's gate):

and then i thought... what if durge was (subconciously) thinking about gortash? maybe they have the plan to die by his side. gortash dies first, the last possible murder for durge because everyone else has been slain already, and then durge takes their own life. it's perfect, is it not? nothing will save them from their father, not even love. they can't escape their birthright. but what they can do is keep gortash by their side until the very last moment.

and in some nook or cranny of their hollowed out mind, durge held onto that plan, that tiny act of rebellion. a testimony of affection for a man they shouldn't care about. the memory of his face, his voice, his name might be beyond their reach, but the thought of wanting to die by his side was kept so close and securely next to their heart (to keep it a secret from outsiders, orin, even bhaal, and perhaps also gortash) that all of orin's dissecting couldn't get to it. and when durge meets two people who are in love and who are bound for death no matter which way forward they take, it does feel awfully familiar. they know a shared death is perfect, even though they don't remember why they would know, and they can't seem to place the source of the sudden wave of loneliness crashing over them.