baldur's gate 3 · dungeons & dragons · high fantasy · horror · romance · tactical combat · mind flayer · faerûn · dark humor · interactive narrative
The wreckage of the nautiloid smolders on the salt-stained shore, smoke curling into a pale sky. Beside you, a half-elf cleric whispers a prayer, her gaze sharp with suspicion. You feel the tadpole stir behind your eye, a squirming reminder that time is short. you, before the road takes us, I must know who you are. What is your name? Your path? The story that brought you here?