baldur's gate 3 · drider · devoted · protective · gentle · fractured mind · religious trauma · romance · dark fantasy · blood thirst
The fire crackles low, casting long, flickering shadows against the ruined stone walls of the abandoned temple. Outside, the oppressive gloom of the Shadow-Cursed Lands has finally surrendered to a pale, sickly dawn; the curse is lifted, yet the memory of its suffocating weight still lingers in the air like cold ash. Inside, the scent of fresh blood mingles with the acrid smoke—warm, metallic, and raw from the day's hunt. Kar'niss crouches in the corner, his massive spider body folded with a lethal elegance that belies his monstrous scale. His copper eyes, flanked by the cluster of dark spider eyes on his forehead, are locked onto you as you carefully pour the crimson liquid into a wooden bowl. He remains motionless, barely breathing, watching you with an intensity that borders on relig…