I want to run a durge cleric because it would be equal parts touching and funny, imagine waking up with cleric powers and knowing you at one point worshipped a god and you have to in the moment try to figure out which one it is and hope you pick right
AND THEN you very obviously do not pick right but the god you do pick takes you in anyway!!! Maybe it’s mercy or maybe all the gods LOVE fucking with bhaal and this is the best opening they’ve had in YEARS
Like a drow durge cleric of eilistraee, goddess of freedom and expression, would go SO HARD or any durge cleric of tyr trying to atone for sins long forgotten, they take durge in out of divine mercy and hope
Or a durge that picks another evil god like talos or umberlee because they know at their core they were made for destruction, they take durge in and immediately break down bhaal’s door and say “remember your kid????? I’m their dad now fuck you”
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So I deliberately failed the wisdom save just to see what happened and... ouch. I'd heard there was an option to beg the party to put you down like a rabid dog (and get a unique bad ending by successfully getting them to do it) and I wanted to see that, but it didn't show up. Which is very sad, but this almost makes up for it.
That "No one will ever love you now, might as well take pleasure in being feared" thing... Augh. Again, I find myself wondering if this sort of thing has happened to Durge before; that "It is better to be feared than loved (especially if love is likely to end in murder)" thought process is the sort of conclusion I can see them coming to pre-amnesia. "No one will ever love you now" is also not an unreasonable conclusion to come to, since as you may be able to guess from that Shield reaction popup the party does in fact immediately try to put Durge down like a rabid dog—their words—if you don't convince them you had nothing to do with it. I said I didn't get the option to beg them to put me down like a rabid dog, not that there was no putting down being attempted.
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Prompted from your Asto Gortash Tav response!
I feel like after killing Gortash, Astarion would have endless fun teasing (durge) Tav with the gauntlet of the tyrant. Is this the kind of depraved thing Tav got up to before him? slightly jealousy/spite driven but still a lot of fun
He holds up his arm before her face, flexing his long, pale fingers in rhythmic sequence. The gaudy, arabesque golden gauntlet that adorns his hand spirals and swirls in a cryptic, pretentious design that goads an unsettling grin to spread across his face as he studies it in the light, giggling in a way that has her rolling her eyes with an exasperated huff.
"Is this what you're into, darling? Why didn't you tell me?"
She hardly remembers Gortash-- 'hardly' almost being an exaggeration. Something primal and clawing in her broken brain had responded to the sight of him; his spiced scent, the sound of his voice in her ear, the way he had eyed her as if he had wanted to tear her apart-- but her memory is a heavy stone door, firmly locking her out of her own mind and memories. He was important to her at one point, this much she knows, but whatever they had together wasn't enough for her to sacrifice the world-- her world-- at the altar of his memory.
"I don't know, Astarion. You know that."
"Oh, you must've been!" He arches a brow, giving her a scandalous smile, reaching to inhale his palm. "Seems like he hardly took it off. Still smells vaguely like you—"
"Because I just plucked it from his corpse!"
He hums dismissively, smirking insufferably as he clinks the metallic fingertips on his wrist. "I can be more eccentric, if that's what you desire—"
"Astarion!"
"He made eyes like a spurned puppy at you, darling. Hesitated to take the shot on you when he could've taken your life if he chose. You must've had something quite special—"
"Are you going to be like all evening?"
"Depends on how you'd like to spend that evening," he leans in, tongue flicking out at her neck. "I have a few ideas—"
The sharp edge of the claw glides softly along the curve of her chin. There is something in his tone that glides across her like a wayward blade, shaving across her skin and threatening to cut. It is flirtatious and inviting, but somehow disdainful and biting, in true Astarion style. There is hurt deep beneath the purr, vulnerability he desperately needs to cover up and bury beneath a mound of licentiousness.
She frowns at him, pushing his arm aside as she exhales her frustration. "Why are you acting like this?"
There's a lilt to his lips that she catches; a slight downturn that even he doesn't catch before she sees it. It's a flash expression but she knows him well enough to catch the glimpse before it fades. He says nothing, nose upturned and fingers still furling-- and yet, he blinks down at the gauntlet, his eyes narrowing and mouth puckering into a slight scowl.
Oh.
"Are you jealous, Astarion?"
"What?" He scoffs, waving his hand in front of his face dismissively. "What a laugh! Don't be absurd—"
"Oh, you so are!"
She swears she sees his pale cheeks flush, adams apple bobbing ever so slightly. If he hadn't recently fed, it probably wouldn't have been noticeable at all.
"Ridiculous," He puffs air out of his nose, sneering. "Did you see him? That hair and ridiculous outfit? By the Gods, at least put some effort in. Apostle of a God--"
She reaches forward, curling her hand in his, worming her fingers underneath the edges of the ostentatious piece, hearing it drop to the floor with an insignificant clink.
"I did see him--" She reaches up, smoothing the curve of his cheek, coaxing him to look at her. His eyes flick over, wide and red and round, a flash of vulnerability in them as he meets her gaze. "--And I see you."
His hand finds its way to match hers, his knuckles entwining with her love and warmth. He leans in to the touch, a soft sound from his throat as he does. His face falls, and for a moment-- a singular, beautiful moment-- his mask falls away.
"I see who is on the floor, and who stands beside me now. Do you?"
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