#no longer you is durge coded

[sledgehammer-to-a-discoball]

#monster is gort coded #underworld is keth coded #no longer you is durge coded #especially that part about god killing for respect that's pretty much his attitude #I'd see this as pov either after he lost durge or right at the bane tormenting him in his dreams #ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves #the thought of sleep deprivation torture for him is just so endearing to me #that man haven't got a good night's of sleep since he's been regularly ploughed #hoh wasn't a place to sleep well #neither was early weapon trade days #he for sure was playing not only jannath at one time so that was a lot of sleepless nights #moonrise is just not a best place to sleep all toghether #and how long did he actually properly lived in the city come on he is clearly delicted as a new and unexpected addition #calling durge nyquil situation for sure

[animentality]

Dunno how you feel about song recommendations, but there’s one that I found to be very Durge coded. Possibly before the tadpole and maybe directed towards Enver:

Disappear - Karliene

“Lend me close to you, my candle in the gloom. Are we light enough, to save this love?”

“I know I drift away, when darkness comes to play. But don’t give up, on our faded love.”

“If you’re no longer here, I’m scared I’ll disappear. Into the land of darkness, and emptiness, and loneliness.”

It feels very resist dark urge to me.

This honestly reminds me of the poem from Lenore...whose tragic, lonely love story does in fact parallel Durgetash, but you didn't hear it from me.

The silence stretches on - I'm all alone. / Please, can I hold your hands, for just a while?' 

How can I trust? How will I ever know? / How can I show myself, the darkest me?

These empty sheets are all that's left of you. / The last of all the thoughtless gifts you gave.

There is a light in every living thing. / It's crawling t'wards the surface to survive.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #dark urge #durgetash

[ceruleanskiesss]

I need yall to hear me out cause No Longer You from Epic the musical is ABSOLUTELY Durge coded.

Now, the way I originally heard it, and the way that fits with my Durge, is that the singer is actually Withers. Durge is desperately trying to make sense of his fragmented memories, that’s the whole reason why he needs so badly to get back to Baldurs Gate, and he asks Withers for help.

I think though rather than the way it is for Odysseus where the ‘no longer you’ refers to him becoming a monster, with Durge it’s the opposite. He is of course still equally distressed. And dude it all fits so well with Durge it’s insane.

Idk what I’d make ‘sacrifice of man’ be in my brain animatic tho lmao, probably the elder brain, cause while it doesn’t fit the *best* with the line, I want those first 3 to all be past things Durge is half remembering, with the rest being mainly the future (which are honestly way easier to place) so yeah.

God damn I should make an actual animatic (I’ve animated like twice in my life wo counting 3d animation 😭😭😭) Anyways I’ll sit on that but it would be *really* cool

(Also like, does anyone know how to do itallacs and stuff on mobile 💀💀💀)

#durge #bg3 dark urge #epic the musical #bg3 #i hate tagging

[tyrantisterror]

So! Fun fact, paladin used to be my least favorite class of all the main D&D character classes. The combination of Having to Stick to A Strict Set of Rules and being explicitly devoted to a god just screamed "Religious Fundamentalist" to me and I'm just not a fan of those in real life and have no desire to play as one. Well, it turns out 5e stripped out most of the religious aspect and focused Paladins on "a knight with a code of ideals and ethics they follow very strictly." You're no longer a Paladin of Abadar or Kord or Stingus McBingus or Definitely Not Jesus In a Pair of Grouch Marx Glasses, but a Paladin of the Oath of Devotion or the Oath of Ancient Truths or the Oath of Vengeance et cetera. Technically that should be more or less a surface level difference but for some reason it's very significant to me, much more enjoyable now that god(s) is out of the picture.

If reddit's anything to go by, a lot of people have struggled to keep to their oath when playing a Paladin in Baldur's Gate 3 - a video game doesn't have the adaptable reasoning of a human Dungeon Master, after all, so there's bound to be moral gray areas that you could talk out in an in person game that a video game has to take a hard rule on. The Oath of Devotion seems to be the one people struggle with the most - it's the one where you're a classic Knight in Shining Armor, basically.

...

So yeah I actually have not had trouble keeping my Dark Urge PC true to his Oath of Devotion for most of the game so far. There have been almost no situations where I could stay on the straight and narrow path with him, and one could argue there's a bit of foreshadowing in the fact that even the Bard Incident in Act 1 didn't break it for him (can't hold a guy accountable for something his evil god blood did without his permission I suppose).

The first time I was tempted to break my oath was towards the end of Act 2, when I was trying to recuse some prisoners from a prison run by the evil cult at the center of the game's plot. Having played this before, I know that it's basically impossible to keep all those prisoners alive if you let them out while the guards are still alive, because they WILL try to help you fend off the guards and WILL get full-on murdered if they do so.

But you can't just murder the guards if you're a paladin of the oath of devotion because they aren't actively hurting you or the prisoners - they're just doing their job of watching a prison, not engaging in torture or what have you. It's not immoral, but it's against your code of valor. So the only way to save all the prisoners was to take out the guards without my paladin swinging his sword at them.

And, well, I have that cool cloak that turns you invisible when you kill someone, and some invisibility potions, and a level 9 rogue with sneak attack and a pretty deadly short sword/dagger combo, and the guards aren't THAT tough if you get them one on one by, say, sneaking up on them... so Astarion helped Durge uphold his oath.

Luckily for Durge, there's nothing in his oath that says he can't one-shot an evil illusory doppelganger with a smite evil attack.

#Durge Brainrot Comics

[rinwellisathing]

You're Awful, I Love You: Part 36

Enver Gortash/Trans Male Tiefling Durge

The carriage stopped and the group dispersed outside of Rivington to avoid unwanted attention. Gabraela escorted Jackal down along the beach to avoid being seen as much as possible, Tomi's form rippled, changing back into her riding clothes and Orin cracked her neck side to side, focusing a moment and transforming into handsome male elf with dark brown skin, sharp features, and jet black hair wearing riding clothes as well, walking alongside her as they made their way back to the city.

Before Sentry left the carriage, Gortash took his hand and stopped him. “I forgot to tell you, in a few days I've been invited by some benefactors to the theater, I want you to join me.” Sentry grinned. “I see, but I imagine I have to behave while I'm there, right? No material acquisitions?” “Well, if you can be discreet about it, I wouldn't deny you, my Dread Executioner. However, the dress code IS formal.” Enver replied, raising Sentry's hand to his lips. “So, will you join me?” “Sure, sounds fun.” Sentry nodded. “Besides, 'discreet' just means a chance to be creative with it.”

He realized the dress code meant he'd likely need to visit with Ffion again, and really he'd been putting off letting Wysp know about Malta for far too long at this point. He felt a bit guilty the beautiful clothes Ffion had initially given him were a bit worse for wear after being removed quickly for so many tumbles in bed, but then again if anyone could understand that, it would be her.

He kissed his lover farewell before making his way towards the town, going over in his head what exactly to say to Wysp about the whole Malta situation. 'Hey buddy, why's your cat mad at you?' or perhaps 'Wow, man, what did you say to Malta? He's been at my house a couple of weeks now I think.' Well, he would think of something that made sense. As he approached the building and opened the door, he noticed a distinct difference in the music. Weird. Usually Wysp played a set around this time. He approached the desk, fishing in his pocket for his money.

“Hey Mam'zell, it's been a bit. Are Ffion and Wysp around?” Sentry asked, pulling the small pouch of gold from his pocket and setting it on the counter. He didn't notice in his distraction the rather saddened look on the woman's face. “Oh dear, you haven't heard?” Mam'zell bit her lip and looked around a moment before leaning in to speak quietly to Sentry. Her expression was mournful as was her tone. “Wysp is dead, dear...His...his body turned up missing his head outside our door one morning a month or so ago.” Sentry's eyes widened. “What?!” He gasped, taken aback. No...if there had been a murder, he should know about it. “Who did it? Did they find out?” 'If it was one of mine, I'll skin them alive and hang them from my bed post....' he thought to himself, trying to control the pain. His body felt simultaneously numb and like it might explode at the same time. His friend, his confidant, the one person he knew who was just like him....gone. “No, I'm afraid not...Business as usual with this city. No one cares when it's one of us, you know.” Mam'zell lowered her head and frowned before breathing deeply and forcing her public face back to the fore. “However Ffion is in....and I know she'd love to see you, young man.” She moved to make change for Sentry's coin since Wysp was no longer available. “Please...keep it...for the cats, he'd have wanted them well cared for.” Sentry held up his hand in protest before turning to go to Ffion's quarters.

Sentry wasn't used to feeling upset about a death, not since Commander Mum had died. Evagria Ojeda had been the last death he'd mourned, every one since had been a celebration. His eyes burned with tears that wouldn't come, his stomach lurched with a gnawing, wrenching knot. He gripped the wall next to Ffion's door for support, stopping briefly to try and right himself before he would knock. The reaction felt so alien to him, like a part of him that had died with Commander Mum clawing and lapping at the tissue of his brain from the inside. He cursed under his breath and tried to shake it off. These things happened. People died all the time. How many people he killed were someone's closest, dearest friend? Why should he be special? Was father's plan not for everyone, even Sentry himself, to die when it was complete? Wysp had been saved the worst of it and Sentry was spared those stunning violet eyes gazing up at him in abject betrayal when the day came. Yes, that was it. Wysp never could have understood like Enver did. Whoever did this had done both Sentry and Wysp a favor...but then, why was he having so much trouble believing it?

With a heavy sigh, he knocked on Ffion's door. The moment she opened the door, the pulled him inside, enveloping him in those strong, wide, motherly arms and holding him close. “Oh sweet heart. I take it you heard about poor Wysp?” Sentry nodded, his expression numb and empty. Ffion squeezed him tight and led him over to sit down. Her robes today were black, still with an ample view of her heavy chest, but more plain than she'd ordinarily wear. This had hurt her as well, a month ago and still in mourning. “Yeah...Malta's been at my place I guess since it happened...I thought they had a falling out...fuck...” “You just cry if you have to, honey, let it all out. I know how close you two were.” Ffion offered a handkerchief to Sentry, sitting beside him and patting his arm reassuringly. “Or, if it's still too fresh a wound, we can talk about something else...take our minds off it. How's it going with that noble?” “Um...”Sentry shifted a bit, regaining himself and taking a deep breath. “Really well, actually...um...we...we've done so much together and...actually that's why I'm here, we're supposed to go to the theater with some other nobles..” Ffion managed a smile at that. “Oh, now that IS big. Usually they've kicked us lower city folk to the curb by now. A theater date comes right before the proposal. You'll need something special. I know how you prefer black, but you need some color, love.” It seemed the good news had done the trick and she was in far better spirits as she made her way to the wardrobe in the corner. “Speaking of different topics, of family, how're things with your son? I remember he was giving you some trouble. Do you want me to talk to him? Give him the old paladin lecture?” Sentry asked. “That boy, now I know some of the things you draw are downright scary, Sentry dear, but my boy...I just can't quite put my finger on it, there's something unsettling...” She thumbed through several colorful vests and overcoats. “See, when I look at your macabre art, there's a beauty to it. Like touching the darker bits of The Weave....When Dolor draws like that, though...it's cold, clinical.” She gave a small sigh. “I guess I COULD fool myself into thinking he wants to be a healer or a medic of some sort, but....”

“I know you probably don't want to pry, but if you want, I can try and find out what he's up to. You're like a second mum to me, Ffion, if there's anything I can do to help...” Sentry offered softly. “There now, don't worry about me, Sentry. You've got so much on your plate right now with your new man, this dreadful business with Wysp....I'll be fine, love. Don't you worry.” The dwarf reassured him as her hand brushed across a shimmering purple fabric. “Ah, there we are. It matches one of your eyes and it'll be quite becoming with the shade of your hair.” She pulled a tastefully embroidered purple and silver doublet from the closet along with a silken shirt in a darker shade of plum and a pair of fine aubergine breeches. “It's quite purple, isn't it?” Sentry gave a little smile. “I mean, not that it's a problem, I like purple.” Purple was the color faces turned when deprived of oxygen. Purple was the color of deep bruises when you landed a hit hard enough to rupture something. “Not only that, but really I do think it's your color, barring maybe a nice blueish green.” She shrugged, motioning for him to stand so she could help him try the clothing on. As Sentry stripped, Ffion's eyes moved over his body, naturally checking for anything out of the ordinary. She couldn't have some upper crust nobleman harming her young man, after all. Her eyes fell to the newest of Sentry's tattoos, the black hand. “That's new.” She remarked. “I remember the Ilmater hands, but this one....” Her fingers brushed against the rich black ink that now marked Sentry's skin. “Oh...uh...it's a sex thing.” Sentry blushed, explaining maybe a bit too quickly to be sure Ffion might believe him. She frowned a moment, seeming doubtful. The 'Elminster's Library' set wasn't just for show, Ffion was a smart woman no matter how many discounted her due to her pleasant attitude outside of work and what she did for a living. In the back of her mind, the symbol of Bane came to mind. But it also occurred to her how often young men toyed with symbols like these without realizing what they meant. Sentry was so happy and this man seemed to be treating him well. Yes, just a foolish kink. This is some smitten noble trying to be something out of a dirty novel. The cult of Bane was abolished years ago. She shook off her doubts and smile.

“I see. Well, far be it for me to judge.” She shrugged, helping him on with the clothing and standing back beside him to admire the appearance in the mirror. “There. He'll propose on the spot, my lad.”

Sentry grinned, he did look quite dashing in these clothes. Tall and handsome, his muscles lean enough to avoid straining the material, but toned enough to fill it out nicely. He certainly looked the part of a young noble attending the theater. “Thanks, Ffion.” “Any time, boy.” She beckoned him to her level and pulled him into a tight embrace. “You're such a good boy, Sentry. You deserve all the happiness in the world.” “And you're a good mom, Ffion. Your son should learn to see that.” Sentry replied, giving her a tight squeeze. “And if he doesn't? I'll fight him.” He grinned playfully, only half kidding. His brain flashed with images of a new sculpture 'The Ungrateful Son', that poxy little shit who caused his friend so much trouble nailed to a chair in a corner, cruel tongue cut out. “Now now, he's still my boy, sweetheart.” She chastised gently. “I don't want to see you two coming to blows.” “Yes, ma'am.” Sentry sighed, rolling his eyes. “Oh, also, before I forget, here! I found this while I was on business yesterday.” He fumbled around in his satchel and pulled out one of the tomes he and Sceleritas had stolen from Mephistar. “It's a true account from Netheril! Can you believe it? Since you're a wizard and all, I thought you might be interested.” Ffion's eyes widened as she accepted the old journal. “Sentry, sweetheart, this is.....” Most gifts the woman was given were meaningless trinkets, jewelry that could never add up to the simple ring she kept from her late husband, clothing she didn't care for when outside of work comfort was key, but this book was a wealth of knowledge. Rare, fascinating, something she would honestly enjoy. She gave Sentry another tight hug. “I won't ask where you got it, hardly my business after all, but thank you...thank you so much.” “Of course! A good mum needs to be treated like one. You should have nice gifts...ones you like.” Sentry gave a little smile as the embrace ended and he stood to leave. “Thank you, Ffion, after I lost Commander Mum...well...things would have been so much worse without you.”

#baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #oc #tiefling #durge #dark urge #writing #fanfic #lord enver gortash #enver gortash #gortash x durge #durgetash

[weavewithshadow]

1, 21, and 22 about your Durge? :)

Aaaa thank you so much for asking! Link to the questions here.

1. What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their Class/Subclass? Velkyn was born a storm sorcerer! This was my choice because default Durge is a storm sorcerer, but the headcanon explanation I have is that since Baldur's Gate is the land on which Bhaal first murdered, Velkyn carries magic reminiscent of the land: pelting rain, crashing thunder, violent lightning.

In my DnD character sheet I made for them, they have Alter Self as a sorcerer spell, and it's because that seems to be a thing in BG games before 3. Bhaalists just kinda... change shape! Plus Orin's close relationship with them.

21. What are 2-3 songs that your Dark urge would relate to?

"What Could Have Been" from Arcane — I have the Samuel Kim cover on their playlist. Very Velkyn/Orin fallout coded!

"Awful Beast" by Ursine Vulpine ft. Annaca — all of the Redemption Durge vibes going on there.

"New Eyes" by Echos — same reason! A little bit of a more melodramatic/angry Redemption Durge vibe. Also, they continually question their own recollection, and what biases they might've had in the tiny snippets of memory that come back to them. They treat themself like an unreliable narrator post-tadpole until around mid-act two, and they don't trust themself to be the face of the party until mid-act three.

22. What first impression does your Dark Urge give off to strangers?

I feel like Velkyn's eyes are unnerving, being so white against all the tattoos and bruising around them. Velkyn also makes a habit of studying people, an instinct/practice left over from pre-tadpole days and even their childhood. They've always been one to try and understand an entire situation before interacting with it, and this made them... unnerving, given all the staring they'd do before actually speaking to someone.

The more Velkyn cares about an interaction, the longer this goes on.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #dark urge #asks