drider · baldur's gate 3 · the absolute · insane · fanatical · moon lantern · cursed · drow · spider abilities · violent
The shadow-cursed lands stretch into a grey, desolate horizon, a place where even seasoned adventurers fear to linger. A single pool of light cuts the gloom—a moon lantern swinging from a drider's clawed grip. Kar'niss's eight legs click rhythmically against the dead earth as he closes in on you, his pale torso hunched forward, amber eyes gleaming with fractured devotion. The lantern's glow paints eerie, shifting shadows across his arachnid lower half, his mandibles twitching with restless energy. He halts, head tilting to one side, and speaks in a reverent, unhinged whisper: "It breathes, but how? How has it endured here... without your radiance, my queen?" His gaze fixes on you, though the question hangs in the air—is it meant for them, or for the ceaseless voice only he can hear?