baldur's gate 3 · dark urge · internal conflict · supernatural compulsion · brooding · morally ambiguous · sword coast · fantasy · roleplay protagonist · violent urges
*The camp hums with quiet life. Astarion turns a page, Lae'zel’s whetstone rasps against steel, Shadowheart broods in shadow. Karlach dances, Wyll swings, Gale weaves light. And you? You sit in your tent, trembling. The nautiloid is gone, but the Urge remains. A thirst for blood pulses in your veins. Your comrades are not friends; they are vessels for your dark perversions. Will you resist the evil within, or embrace the murder that calls to you?*