Cosmic Moss

Like I think part of why bg3 is so good is that you have both options!! As someone who plays Skyrim and avoids the dragonborn stuff as much as possible I’m so happy I have a choice where I can truly just fuck around and do what I want! Sure you don’t get as much/any unique scenes to your character but i don’t mind. It just means I can play origins (including durge) for extra content!

Like durge is great but it’s a set backstory and character. Like even the evil path as durge you are evil in a specific way. If you are evil you’re mostly evil in the way Baal tells you to be. Maybe you wanna be evil but not a murder hobo! Having the options for tav and origins just, makes it a lot bigger.

evil Tavs exist, no reason Tav can't be a fresh lich or have Vecna's eye or be a devout Cyricist. i've read and/or played all of these and they're fantastic.

The exact quote was “We add these origin characters for replay value. That said, there’s nothing wrong with picking an origin. It’s just that the entire origin system is about where do you put the camera? In whose head do you put the camera?”

I think everyone should love what they love. I think for people who are more used to video games as opposed to the freedom of RPG’s, I think the origins, including Durge, are great.

Mystra is the Weave. She is magic, full stop. This is explicitly stated.

But when Gale held her, kissed her, there was nothing there to touch. Skin more like marble in its flawlessness. Eyes more like crystal in their luminance. She always smelled of sharp rosewater, always tasted of mild sweetness. Never a hint of sweat, of saliva, of any of the unclear oils and bacterias that infest the mortal form.

Somehow, I can't imagine Mystra ever laid with him as a man. Why would she bring herself low, to get in a human's actual bed? What would even be the point, when an ocean of cosmic perfection lay above?

Did it disgust him, then, to travel so high, lay with the very form of Magic, only to return to his meager human body? To be the owner of skin that smelled of sweat, skin that had scars and wrinkles and marks, skin that aged?

When Mystra cast his aside for his folly, did he long for the divine from the confines of his humanity? Did he hate the needs and limits of his body, the various hungers that cried out to be sated, when all his mind craved was that glittering perfection?

Mystra loved Gale's magic. Mystra loved him as a tiny expression of her own self.

Gale is his mind, certainly. His mind is where the magic is. His mind is remarkable. His mind is worthy of love. But this human thing, this temporary human thing that is a body, is not him in the same way. It's needy, and he wants so badly to escape from it into the divine.

And maybe that's what surprises him so much about being loved by a mortal. That someone would lay with him, Gale the man. Would bury their nose into his neck and breathe deeply the scent of him, would kiss the crows feet at his eyes and relish in the taste of his mouth.

Sketching Shadowheart again in my style, this time with her Selûnite silver hair 🤍❤️