#Durge lives

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Durgetash AU Oneshot

I need you all to know that this is a very short, very rough, outline of an AU backstory where Durge survives the attack by Orin

Gortash entered his office, a deep scowl on his face. He ripped his coat off, throwing it onto his desk before bringing a hand to his hair. “Hello, my Beloathed.” Gortash’s head snapped to the window, now open and with a Drow staring at him with a wide smile, twirling a dagger in his hands. “Belil, how may I help you?” Gortash asked, dropping his hand. The Bhaalspawns smile instantly dropped and he jumped off the window, approaching Gortash. “What’s wrong? Who do you need me to kill? I’m your blade, all you need to do is point.” Belil said, grabbing Gortash’s hand, his other resting on the Lord’s face. “That damned Faceless wench came to me today.” Gortash said, Belil retracting his hands. “She wore your face, told me you hated me, used me for amusement. Said it would be doing you a favor by killing me.” Gortash growled the words, sighing as Belil’s hand rested on his face again. “I’ll speak with her.” He said, Gortash’s eyes opening. “‘Speak’ with her? Belil, Dearest, Orin is unstable. Even for a Bhaalist. And she’s getting worse! She threatened me directly while wearing your face.” Gortash said, Belil stepping away from the man. “Belil, I know she is your sister, I know that you care for her. But she can not be allowed to get away with this!” Gortash followed Belil to the other side of the room. “Gortash, I know that Orin is… Orin, but she’s still my bloodkin. I get that you don’t see family the way I do, but I won’t kill her.” Belil said, standing in front of Gortash’s dresser. “For Bane’s sake, Belil! She doesn’t love you! She does not see you as her brother, she sees you as an obstacle.” Gortash said, Belil shook his head, stabbing a dagger into the dresser. “I don’t care! Gortash, you know my past. I’ve never been without family. I’m not throwing away the only one I have left!” Belil turned around, his red eyes burning brightly. “Dearest… I understand, but…” Gortash reached out to Belil, who pulled away, scowling at the man. “No, you don’t! You have no idea what it feels like!” He shouted, Gortash, pulling away and frowning at him. “Don't understand what? Having a family?” Gortash asked and Belil’s eyes widened. “Wait, no, Gortash… I didn’t…” Gortash scowled at the Drow. “No, you’re correct, Belil. I don’t know anything about families. But do you? You slaughtered your last family, why is this one so different?” Belil stepped back as if he were struck before growling and dashing forward. Gortash stumbled back as Belil grabbed his shirt. “Tough talk for a devil's pet.” He spat, His red eyes burning with an anger that Gortash has never seen aimed at him. “I won’t take criticism from a bloodthirsty beast.” Gortash spat back, Belil snarling again before throwing him at the wall and walking towards the window. “If I ever see you again before the next meeting, Bane will have to find a new Tyrant.” He said, before launching out of the window and disappearing into the night.

Belil stabbed into the flesh like wall of the Mind Flayer colony, slashing and carving the organic material, smirking as he heard the uncomfortable sounds of the Elder Brain. His head tilted to the side when he heard squishing sounds as someone approached him. Taking a deep breath, Belil tried to ignore the pit forming in his stomach as he turned to Gortash. “Hello, Enver.” He said, nervously pressing the tip of his dagger into his hand. “Belil, you asked to meet me?” Gortash said, stopping a few feet away. “I… I want to apologize. I said a lot of things that I shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry. There is no excuse. And… you were right about Orin, I wanted you to be wrong, by Bhaal I did, but you were right. I should’ve killed her the day she entered the temple.” Belil scowled, looking down at the ground, before his expression softened and he looked back up. Gortash stared at him with a blank expression before smirking, which then grew into a large grin that wasn’t his own. “Oh, Bloodkin, such sweet words for the Tyrants ears! Did you practice your speech? Reciting words as you carve out tongues?” Gortash asked, his head tilting to the side before his bones started to bend and break in every direction, before, finally, he snapped his own neck and revealed Orin the Red. “Orin? Where’s Gortash? What have you done?” Belil immediately took an offensive position, daggers at the ready as he glared at his sister. “Oh, nothing! The little Lordling remains untouched and unharmed in Baldur’s Gate, utterly unaware of your blashphemous meeting.” Orin giggled, stepping closer to Belil, who snarled at her. “Your little letter never reached the Tyrant's eyes. My Doppelgangers intercepted it before it even left the sewers.” Orin giggled again, before dashing forward, slashing at his throat. Belil moved to the side, the blade connecting with his arm instead. He made his own attack, but Orin was quick, quicker than him. It seems he barely blinked and he was on the ground, multiple wounds covering his arms and chest, Orins dagger held over his skull. “Gortash… was right… I should have killed you… years ago.” He spat out, Orins grin growing wider as she raised the dagger over her head. “Lord Bhaal, accept this offering and name me your Chos…” And then, his vision went dark.

Belil’s eyes snapped open, sitting up from where he was laying before wincing and falling back down. “Belil? Belil, you’re awake! Imp! He’s awake!” Belil blinked his eyes, looking over to see Gortash rushing to his side, grabbing his hand. “Gortash? What’s going on?” Belil tried to sit up again, but Gortash pushed him back down. “That bitch attacked you. She cornered you in the colony and tried to lobotomize you. What were you even doing down there, Dearest?” Gortash brushed hair off of Belil’s face, frowning down at him. “I… was waiting for you. I wanted to… apologize. I had… an entire speech planned too.” Belil laughed before wincing slightly. “Of course you did.” Gortash sighed, kissing Belil's fingers. “Oh, Milord! Happy day, happy day!” Belil looked over at Sceleritas Fel, smiling softly before laying back down on the bed. ‘Fel, where’s Orin?” He asked, closing his eyes and feeling as Gortash’s hand tensed. “That pretender is being kept in a cage where she belongs. Waiting for your preferred punishment.” Fel said, Belil humming. “Cut out her tongue while we wait for me to recover.” He said, Fel cheering before going silent, Belil assuming that he had teleported away. “What will you do?” Gortash asked, Belil sighing dreamily. “She wore your skin, so I’ll flay her own.” He said, peeking one eye open to see Gortash grinning down at him. “Good. I assume there is more, but we can go over the bloody details later.” Gortash said, going to stand, but Belil refused to let go of him and instead dragged him down to the bed. “No, you’re not leaving.” He said, pulling Gortash against his chest. “So demanding.” Gortash said, but his face and tone gave away his true feelings. Belil buried his face into Gortash’s chest, sighing heavily and holding him tighter while Gortash ran his fingers through his hair.

[lazylittledragon]

what could go wrong

bonus:

[kawareo]

Can't throw daddy's name around to get what you want all the time, Durge, put away the dramatic lighting

Am a big supporter of the 'Durge likes gnolls while Enver doesn't' headcanon

[flymmsy]

[delsinsfire]

Is that why you-

[moron-rights]

-1 bloodless

+1 happy

[gravedigg]

sometimes you have to force your bhaalspawn into the bath, for the good of the Gate.

[doraingrid]

Niamh and Nocturne went on a little vacation.

Nocturne is an equally morally questionable durge, he matches Niamh's freak. He belongs to @i-am-your-ghost !

Together, they are the worst, but also irredeemably cute.

[aureliaen]

My Durge Siri is president of the Orin Support Squad

Like yeah, she tried to kill him, whatever... what's a little attempted murder between siblings

[lumiink]

I've been playing a lot of BG3 recently, so here's a little mindless noodling of one of my Durges.

[anonymouscreampuff]

the original title for this was "you're not a monster" <3

[maegalkarven]

Also there're so many reasons why durge might want to deny Bhaal, aside from general "killing is bad, the god of murder is bad."

Orin betrayed them and it was somewhat from silent approval of Bhaal, so "god betrayed me first" kind of narrative. A desire to get revenge, on Orin AND on Bhaal.

A desire to live. Durge's fate, Durge's Destiny is to literally kill everyone and then themselves. What if they want to live? What if desire to live is stronger than desire to kill?

Alternatively, what if there's someone they don't want to kill? A single person for Durge to care about, a single person they would want to save instead of bloodying father's altar with their blood. A single connection like that is all what it would take.

A desire to break free. Durge can be completely okay with murders, loving murdering people even, reveling in violence. But they're their father's puppet and they could want to break free of it, to have their own will, to have only their voice in their head. To be a master of themselves with no one to kneel to.

The "I'm better than my father" kind of mindset. Durge is made of a flesh of a god, in a sense they ARE god. Bhaal was mortal once. Why would Durge listen to him when they can attempt to overthrow him, to become a new god?

Being compelled to other side. It's not unknown for gods to steal each other's followers/chosen ones. Look at Ketheric, look at Shadowheart. Myrkul is recently chosen-less after the Moonrise Towers. Bane would love to fuck with Bhaal like that. Shar is there. Good gods who would try to redeem Durge or use them against their own father are there. It would be a delightful power move from Selune to offer Durge assistance/ an alliance against Bhaal.

Idk, I just love how multidimensional the defiance of Bhaal can be. I have a lil army of Durges exactly because I can mold them into such different people

[predninja]

Scars he gave to her, scars he gained for her, so long as there was forgiveness, everything would be okay

Timelapse on my patreon

[mysticalfg]

How do you call this. Bloodtavweave? Tavstarigale?? Either way im ill

Gale's outfit inspired by @lazylittledragon's comics! 😌

[lets-go-hurt-someone]

BG3 x Mean Girls

(I’ve heard people say some pretty wild things about Ascended Astarion.)

[myheartismadeofstars]

Imagine Good Ending Origin Characters meeting their Bad Ending counterparts:

Spawn Astarion meeting Ascended Astarion would be horrible. AA feels nothing but disdain for Spawn and Spawn doesn't even recognize himself. His sense of humour is sardonic and warped, he looks down on everyone, even his friends! I can't imagine anything other than AA belittling Spawn, calling him pathetic and weak.

Professor Gale meeting God!Gale might be surprisingly cordial lol. I think that while obviously God Gale is less helpful and and more arrogant but I assume Gale would expect that.

Lae'zel...does Lae'zel have a bad ending other than getting eaten by Vlaakith? Then again, maybe that would be horrible enough. NOT having a counterpart to meet...

Silverheart meeting DJ Shadowheart. Horror. Neither can believe that the other would do something so unthinkable. And they would probably fight over it.

Karlach meeting Illithid!Karlach...I think Karlach would be sad to see herself like that. She'd be nice to her, though. Because desperation.

Wyll's is interesting. Good Ending!Wyll looks like a devil and he fights through the Hell's...but he's made good choices and is free. Bad End!Wyll still looks human, and is probably still under Mizora's contract. GE!Wyll probably is horrified to think what BE!Wyll did to Karlach...

And to round them all out:

Durge. Redeemed Durge is shocked to see the...degraded creature the Embrace Durge has become. Embrace absolutely tries to kill his counterpart and the companions...