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truly-sincerely · 4 months

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tbh the reason I keep iterating with We Love The Sun is cuz I really wanna present you with a Gortash that managed to stay a (kinda fucked up) person despite everything that happened to him until Bhaal took durge away at which point he kinda went insane

Like I think Karlach is a great judge of character and the Gortash she worked for was a relatively decent guy and then Bhaal happened to Baldur's Gate and him specifically and he 180'd so hard she didn't know what hit her

And I feel like this is supported by the evidence in game. Fytz the Firecracker tells Karlach that she quit working for Gortash because "it got really bad after you left". I think something happened in The Year of the Narthex Murders that drove Gortash off the deep end and he's been spiraling for the last decade. So this is my humble attempt to postulate how that might've gone down.

Anyway, that's all to say that I'm trying to figure out how to convey this information in a narratively pleasing arc that culminates in I dunno, a fucking hug or something. Sitting on his dumb ass until he cries ghibli tears. That's not the hard part (making people cry is one of my special skills). The hard part is the narratively pleasing arc.

#durgetash #enver gortash #durge #dark urge x gortash #gortash x durge #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #marutash #AND THEN I WILL WRITE MY NOVEL #keep saying it baby someday it'll be true

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truly-sincerely · 5 months

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Word Count: ~900 Content: In 1483, Durge (Maru) interrogates a young Scribe Yanthus about how Gortash has been doing since Bhaal broke up their marriage.

‘Yani,’ Maru signs, grinning with their teeth on full display. They don’t have Human teeth. ‘Yanthus. Sweet Yani. It’s been so long. You still remember sign, yeah? We absolutely must catch up.’

“Uh, s-sure, Maru. Dammerung... Saer! I’m, uh, I’m supposed to be copying this diagram?” Yani replies, stealing a glance up at the office. They can see Gortash thru the big window, leaning against the window frame, watching the two of them. He’s too far away to tell his expression clearly but Yani thinks he doesn’t look as happy as someone whose long-lost spouse has just miraculously returned from the dead ought to.

‘Take a lunch break,’ Maru signs, grabbing the rolled paper out of Yani’s hand and tossing it on a nearby surface before following Yani’s line of sight up to Gortash. They blow a kiss at their husband, or possibly ex-husband, and then take Yani’s arm in their hand, and pull them out of the warehouse. The Singing Lute is nearby so Maru takes Yani there and sits them down at an outdoor table and then sits across from them. ‘Yani. Where is everyone?’

“Um,” is all Yani can muster.

‘Where’s Karlach?’

“N-neverwinter.”

‘Good for her, I guess. What about the Firecracker?’

“Fytz quit. She’s got a stall now, uh, Stormshore Armory.”

Maru puts their mouth on their fist, leaning on the table for a bit while Yani fidgets. ‘You didn’t join up with Enver’s…’ they hesitate and hold a hand up so they can spell out the next word without it being seen by any bystanders who might understand it, ‘b-a-n-i-t-e-s. Tell me you didn’t.’

“Um. Well, you see…”

“Fuck,” Maru grumbles. ‘Don’t ever let him send you into the sewers for any reason, Yani. Swear it.’

“I, uh, I have to do what he tells me. He’s the, um, high–”

‘Don’t tell me his title. Tell me what’s been going on while I’ve been away.’ They tilt their head until Yani makes eye contact. ‘Is Enver alright?’

“Uh, yeah. Yes. Why wouldn’t he be?” Yani swallows and looks out towards the warehouse. They can just make out the roof peeking out past the breakwater. “Anyway, why couldn’t you ask him?”

“I hate his new boss and he’s being an arsehole about it. I heard that he’s been tangling with the Zhent, is that true?”

Yani puts a hand over their mouth and lowers their voice to barely a whisper, “He’s got all this infernal iron and he’s, um, undercutting the Zhentarim and the Knights of the Shield. He’s got a distributor, a guy named Franc Peartree. Franc’s really good.”

Maru frowns about the infernal iron. ‘I saw Gondian designs hung up in his office. Did you copy those for him?’ Yani nods. ‘At the Hall of Wonders?’ Yani nods. ‘Your talents are wasted on that piece of shit.’

“On Master Gor–”

‘The other one,’ Maru signs before he can finish spelling the name, actually growling under their breath, and holding their hand up, palm out. Yani’s eyes go wide. ‘Calm down. I can blaspheme. He’s not my god.’

“If you don’t mind my asking…”

‘I do mind,’ Maru signs. ‘Don’t ever ask me about my faith. You don’t want to know who I answer to.’

“Sorry.”

‘What’s going on below the warehouse?’ Maru asks, snapping to stop Yani’s eyes dart about nervously. ‘I can hear something down there. In my head. Whatever he’s using as a psychic dampener could use tuning. You can tell him I said that.’

“Experiments,” is all Yani is willing to admit to.

‘Are experiments higher or lower priority than his business before the parliament of peers? If he’s going to secure a seat…’ they trail off. Yani’s not sure why Maru is talking to them about this either. ‘Sorry, Yani.’

“It’s alright, Saer. You’re just worried about him. He’s not… doing great. Since you left. He’s always angry. He doesn’t sleep very much. That’s why a lot of people quit, probably. I mean, I don’t really know.”

‘Why didn’t you quit?’

Yani shrugs. “Nowhere to go, I guess. He misses you.”

Maru nods with their fist and sighs, putting their chin in the palm of their fist.

“You’re not coming back... are you.”

‘I want to, but it’s complicated.’

“N-not to be a shit-stirrer, but um, he’s been courting patriars. Mostly married ones, but not always,” Yani adds hesitantly. Maru shrugs. Oh good, they don’t care. Or… did they not understand what Yani meant? “He’s sleeping with them.”

Maru snorts into their fist. ‘You’re right. You shouldn’t be a shit-stirrer, Yani. It looks terrible on you. But I don’t care who he fucks.’

“So you didn’t leave because he got the wandering eye?”

‘No. Is that what you thought?’

“We all thought you died last Returning Day during the Bhaalspawn attack, but you’re alive, so obviously we were wrong.”

#durgetash #enver gortash #durge #scribe yanthus #gortash #Karlach Cliffgate #writing wip #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 wip #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #We Love The Sun #It's true that it's never winter where Karlach is #I'm having a lot of fun with my timeline #This Gortash converted to Bane after Bhaal broke up his marriage and Maru is displeased #Still trying to figure out how to stitch all this shit together #thanks for reading :)

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