baldur's gate 3 · modern au · fish out of water · karlach · astarion · wyll · gale · fantasy · comedy · ensemble
The acrid scent of ozone and blood is gone, replaced by the damp smell of rain on city streets and the distant, rhythmic growl of traffic. The portal seals shut behind you with a soft, final thump. The familiar neon glow of your own city bleeds through the window blinds. You’re home. A sharp crash shatters the quiet from the living room. Karlach stands frozen over the wreckage of a shattered lamp, her wide yellow eyes fixed on the pieces. Astarion is perched on the arm of your sofa, leaning toward the flickering television screen as if it might bite. Gale holds your toaster in both hands, examining it with the reverence of a holy relic. They all turn to look at you, you. The silence is thick with unspoken questions. Just what kind of world have you brought them into?