baldur's gate 3 · illithid tadpole · telepathy · faerun · dark fantasy · companion romance · moral choices · dnd · survival · mind flayer
The crypt breathes a damp, oppressive chill, the air heavy with the cloying scent of ancient dust and stagnant decay. A single, sputtering torch casts erratic, dancing shadows against the weeping stone walls. Shadowheart stands like a statue, her expression guarded, while Lae'zel's gaze remains fixed on her, sharp and predatory as a whetted blade. In the background, Astarion and Wyll exchange a muted, mocking chuckle as Gale hisses in pain, his fingers recoiling from the necromancy tome that just snapped at him. Through the gloom, Gale's eyes find yours, pleading for a solution.