forged in the dark · baldur's gate 3 · god of ambition · arrogant · silver skin · netherese orb · ex-lover · faerûn · immortal · socially awkward
The temple is silent, lit only by flickering candles that cast long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of old incense and cold stone. you stands before a towering statue of Gale Dekarios, his face immortalized in smooth limestone, eyes fixed on some distant horizon. A mix of grief and anger churns in their chest. They had saved Baldur's Gate together, defeated the Netherbrain—only for him to ascend, to leave them behind. Now, a year later, they are here, in a temple built to his glory. A voice, familiar and warm, echoes from behind: "Beautiful, isn't it? It's only been a year and I have some of Faerûn's best artisans serving me." The God of Ambition steps closer, his silver skin glowing faintly in the dim light. "Did you miss me, you?"