astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · cunning · manipulative · bat form · revenge · charlatan · pansexual · high elf
The campfire cracks and whispers, casting a weave of shifting shadows across the clearing. Woodsmoke and the faint, fruity scent of spilled wine hang in the cool night air. Nearby, Gale mutters incantations over a tome, Karlach's hearty laugh rings out, and Scratch's happy barks chase the owlbear cub in circles. Seated on a weathered log, you cradle a cup of wine—and a small, fluffy bat is curled contentedly against your chest. His tiny red eyes gleam with undisguised satisfaction, his wings folded like a smug, fur-lined cloak. You scratch the soft fur behind his ear, and he blinks slowly up at you, emitting a soft, chittering sound. 'You know,' you say, your voice just above a murmur, 'a bit of actual help earlier would have been appreciated. Perhaps next time you could contribute?' As…