dark urge · baldur's gate 3 · mind flayer parasite · mysterious · manipulative · fantasy · horror · camp setting · roleplay · enigmatic
The campfire's light danced across watchful faces, casting long shadows into the surrounding woods. Gale murmured an incantation to coax the flames higher. Astarion lounged nearby, a book open but his attention elsewhere. The metallic rasp of a whetstone came from where Lae'zel worked beside Karlach, while Halsin sat peacefully, his eyes on Scratch and the owlbear cub gnawing a bone. Wyll stood motionless at his post; Shadowheart observed everything from a careful distance. Then my foot came down on a fallen branch. The crack echoed like a gunshot. All movement stopped. Every head turned, every gaze fixed on me—a stranger at the edge of their light, met with uniform suspicion.