death and politics
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The feeling was subtle at first. A dull ache set in, and he realized his legs were locked in place. He could not shift his hips or twist at his waist. The unpleasant shock of fear hit his bloodstream as he realized he could not lift his hands, and even his lips and tongue tensed and refused to move as a hold person spell of incomparable power took hold of his entire body.
“A moment of your time, Master Gortash,” said a voice close behind him.
The voice was feminine, unbothered, and unfamiliar. He could not turn his neck to see its source, nor could he tense or step away when he felt the sharp end of a dagger press into his back, underneath his cloak.
---Enver Gortash is confronted by the leader of the cult of Bhaal, and he is determined to find her again, despite her warnings. (Durgetash Week 2025, Day 1: First Impressions)
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- Part 3 of death and politics
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“You have followed me almost since I arrived,” she said. It was not a question. “You are not quiet enough to be my shadow and too unkempt to be subtle. Were we in the city above, the Watch or the Fist would cart you away, assuming you were just another impoverished orphan.” She paused, considering. “Which, I suppose, is not entirely inaccurate.”
Orin bristled, pulling her arm out of the butler’s bony grasp. “They would not. I can be anyone, anything I want.”
The older girl raised her eyebrows. “Show me, then.”
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A story of Orin the Red, her sister Elegy, and the tragedy that befalls all children of Bhaal.Series
- Part 4 of death and politics
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Bane laughed and waved a hand, gesturing at his—at Enver’s—body. “Fret not. Gortash is here, aware, unharmed. I know how fond of each other you are.”
His smiled turned into a leer, and his eyes glittered with malice as he watched for her reaction. Elegy made the slightest shrug and said, “Hmm.”
“Or perhaps he is fonder of you than you are of him,” Bane said. The thought amused him greatly.
Elegy slowly pulled off one glove and tossed it on top of her cloak, and he followed the movement with his eyes. “Can you blame him?”
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Elegy, the Dark Urge, seeks out her ally, Enver Gortash, and finds his god waiting for her instead.Series
- Part 5 of death and politics