Editing The Urge

'''The Urge''' is a [[quest]] for the [[Dark Urge]] in [[Chapter One]] of Baldur's Gate 3.

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==Objectives==

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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">Be yourself! Think dirty thoughts!</div>
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* Special, yes, special, aren't you? Ssh, don't fight it. You know what you need to do. Take up that knife, do what you do best. Easy as breathing. You'll feel better after.
* You really can't help it, can you? These vile things you do... Don't you wonder why you're doing them? You must really have been an awful person before the crash... Perhaps it's better that you forgot about it. But you want to know, don't you?
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">Follow your dreams!</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* At night, you dream of a dead world. Lakes of gall, pulsating heaps of expired flesh. You're the only living being. When the red sun burns out, you drive the last dagger through your heart.
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">Get over it! Spill more blood!</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* Oh, don't look so scandalised. This is definitely not the first time you've done this. Alfira may have grown up to become the age's great songstress, but you - you can be the most prolific killer in the history of the Realms! It will be easy - you can do it in your sleep!
* Oh, don't look so scandalised. This is definitely not the first time you've done this. Quil may have grown up to become the age's great songstress, but you - you can be the most prolific killer in the history of the Realms! It will be easy - you can do it in your sleep!
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">What happened to Alfira?</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* What a corpse Alfira left! Blood crusting thick and dark 'round the eyes like a rushed coat of stage make-up. A sigil lovingly painted in blood, as if the killer was hoping to get caught. What visionary could have done this?
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">What happened to Quil?</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* What a corpse Quil left! Blood crusting thick and dark 'round the eyes like a rushed coat of stage make-up. A sigil lovingly painted in blood, as if the killer was hoping to get caught. What visionary could have done this?
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">Trust the Butler.</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* Sceleritas Fel is a murderer's murderer. He will set you right. Don't worry, as I'm sure you can tell, you can't help but be a prodigy spree-killer. It's in your perfect nature. While you may have forgotten your past, you can't forget what you were best at! Just follow your Butler. You can trust him!
* Well, that's embarrassing. Your Butler ended up getting the pleasure of killing the bard instead of you. Given your perfect instincts, this surely won't happen again. With the Butler here to guide you, nothing can go amiss.
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">Go on! Kill another one!</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* You like to indulge those Urges of yours. Good. It doesn't matter that you have amnesia. The instincts in your body are kicking in, and you are behaving like your old sinner self again. The Dark Urge is back, back with bloody style.
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">Stop resisting the Urge!</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* It's been a rough tenday. Everything hurts, your headache is just getting worse, and the tadpole is a nuisance. It's hard to find the inspiration to lift your daggers for pleasure after a long day. But you're denying yourself the one outlet you have: murder! Nothing compares. Try it! After all, you're going to reap death upon the world sooner or later. Make it sooner!
* Kill that sweet cleric!</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* Is-o-bel. Cleric of Selûne. Defender of Last Light. Died summer 1492 DR. Slap it on a headstone - doesn't it sound right? The Butler told you to kill her. The Butler knows what's best for you. He knows how to get your old life back. Isn't that all you want? To find out who you were, and get back to being that glorious old butcher?
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">You met the cleric and you didn't kill her?</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* You didn't intend to spare the cleric, did you? Surely not. You're just waiting for the perfect, tragic moment to strike. Build up her trust in you... Then let her fall. Yes, that must be your plan. Go back and kill her. Run along.
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">Reflect on your misbehaviour.</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* The Butler gave you another chance. Kill your darling. But you didn't - you spent the night tied up, playing out a farce as a wriggling, squirming slug. Humiliating. You can be so much more than that screaming heap. Come back to yourself.
* The Butler gave you another chance. Kill your darling. But you didn't - you spent the night tied up, playing out a farce as a wriggling, squirming slug. Humiliating. You can be so much more than that. Come back to yourself.
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">Await your blood-prize.</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* Isobel is a corpse carried away on the wind. Last Light is desecrated. Such a sublime release of all your pent-up frustration. You did well, and this deed will not go without proper acknowledgement.
* So, you killed your dearest. No one will ever love you now. Might as well take pleasure in being feared. You already enjoy fear. Deep down, you know you could have stopped your Urge last night. But it just felt too good - that last moment of fear. That final 'why?' That's who you are!
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">Enjoy the Slayer. You've earned it.</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* The Slayer now ravages your body. When it is dormant, you feel it champing at the bit. When it is summoned, you dissolve into the beast. It is an ancient symbol of hate. Hate well. You've earned it.
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">Return to the Temple of Bhaal.</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">* You had a vision divine. The truth is restored: you are a pureblood Spawn of Bhaal. The former head of his Temple. Return, and kill sister Orin who usurped your place. Return, and restore your birthright: to lead the cult of murder until all in this world dies by your hand.
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">DESTROY THE GATE IN BHAAL'S NAME!</div>
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* YOU ARE BHAAL'S DREAD PROPHET, THE CHOSEN ORDAINED TO BE THE LAST LIVING BEING. WHEN ALL ELSE HAS BEEN REAPED BY YOUR HAND, THE FINAL DEATH IN THESE FOUL PLANES SHALL BE YOUR OWN. TAKE COMMAND OF THE ELDER BRAIN. TAKE COMMAND OF ITS POSSESSED ARMIES. SET THEM UPON SLAUGHTER OF USELESS FAERÛN, THEN UPON EVERY FRAIL LIFE IN THIS COSMOS. Congratulations, Dark Urge. You're a champion!
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<div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6;">Who am I? I can choose...</div>
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*I escaped. The hold that Bhaal had over me is gone. All the voices in my head, and the rushes in my blood - I cured them at last! It's strange to think, but I can do whatever I want to. Be whoever I want to! I'm finally me. These thoughts won't talk to me any longer.
*You believe that by disappointing Bhaal, you can escape him? You bear his unholy taint in your blood. After two hundred years, you are the only pureblood Bhaalspawn left. The Urge is going to eat you right up. Nothing will be left in your brain, but the will of Father dearest. Perhaps if you do what Bhaal would have wanted and follow through with the Absolute's plan to enslave the world, your mind might be spared his sickening lash.
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== Achievements ==
{{Achievement|Embrace Your Urge}}
{{Achievement|Sins of the Father}}

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