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  1. Public Bookmark 18

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    “Ask,” she says. Beg, she means.

    Frustration begins to carve lines across the plane of his forehead. This push and pull must be familiar to him, but the demands are not. Something clicks behind his gaze, like gears shifting into motion. Click, click, click. The abacus of Gortash’s relationship with Orin’s sister is rearranged with the new input, so as to force reality back into sense again. That he would despise incongruity between what he knows and what is real seems natural, his machines are much the same. That Orin is forcing this inconsistency on him is likewise reasonable. And satisfying, besides.

    Orin wonders at the relationship between the Dark Urge and Enver Gortash. Only one man in all of Baldur's Gate can answer that question, so she goes to him dressed in her sibling's skin.

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    14 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 12

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    'Gortash blinks slowly, his breathing even, yet the steadiness of his composure cannot mask his tells; hesitation, a tensed jaw, the shifting of his shoulders. Pain is a wonderful thing, she thinks, grounding and restorative. Her mind is sharper, she’s adapting quickly, learning to read him, learning how to twist the knife. Vulnerability masked behind niceties, and smirks, and dominance; a faux performance of prestige, laid on thick, one she feels herself chipping away at. She’s chasing him around and he’s tripping over his own feet.'

    when you and your lover are both the sadist and the masochist, the ouroboros of both giving and receiving agony.

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    26 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 10

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    But Ketheric sees her for what she is: an empty gauntlet that her father occasionally sees fit to wear and with it form a rending fist. When not, the pitiful creature is left jittering and empty. She prays to father, and asks for his blessing, more often for his forgiveness; every time Bhaal acquiesces, something of the girl is hollowed out. Bhaal’s Chosen knows no other loving touch than the uprooting of something. She thinks Ketheric can provide the same; he thinks he can, too.

    Ketheric Thorm goes to receive his blessing from Myrkul, and witness his daughter Isobel live again. When that doesn't go strictly according to plan, the Dark Urge finds him.

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    26 Mar 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 4

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    Left alone with Cazador's corpse, Astarion reminisces on his time as a spawn and takes pleasure in dominating his master.

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    14 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 40

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    “...Unless the temples have come up with a particularly inventive form of Spiritual Weapon, I rather think clerical spells have little use in the bedchambers.” Gale offers with a grin. “And I, for one, can’t imagine a lover that would take particularly kindly to a Guidance spell in the heat of the moment–”

    “Not one for orders? A pity.” Shadowheart slides a copper to the centre of the table, her nail never leaving the griffon’s head upon it, and she doesn’t let him get a word in. “I suppose it’s novel, keeping the company of an archmage so terribly unimaginative.”

    Or: Zone of Truth, cast by one lovesick cleric upon one terribly lovesick wizard.

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    09 Mar 2026