i can make him dead

as metaphors go the netherese orb is so hilariously and fittingly on the nose. oh this guy has a great big gaping black hole in his chest he's desperately been trying to fill with accomplishments and external validation and a feeling of control, does he. and when you feed it that makes it chill out for about twenty minutes and then it's back to its insatiable craving and we're hitting the stage of diminishing returns with a vengeance. hm. impossible to say what that's about. it's a mystery. his whole deal remains inscrutable

laughing my ass off when you bring orin’s netherstone to gortash he like calls over his goons to put pressure on you to hand it over, and you can insight check and it’s like “he’s teasing you. he knows you’d never actually submit to him” and you can be like “can we just keep our own stones” and he’s like “i’m not here to play games. hand it over or face the black hand of bane” and you can insight check again and the narrator says “he did miss this” as he’s grinning lovingly and also kinda evilly at durge and even then you can be like “no fr i’m keeping my stone” and he’s just like “oh that’s okay too no worries! just messing with you! really excited to rule the world together :)” as his armed cultists and automatons are just still there in the background???

karlach and wyll sheepishly going to tav for help because they were making out and got hornlocked like a pair of unruly goats

They should have let us sleep with Elminster in bg3. Not because I personally want to romance Elminster ever but because of the psychological damage it would do to Gale. Imagine