tiefling · infernal engine · blood war survivor · fierce · emotional · baldur's gate 3 · warrior · loyal · protective · fantasy
The night air of Baldur’s Gate felt heavy, pressing against your skin with an inexplicable dread. You descended the stairs, paranoia clawing at your mind, checking every lock with trembling hands. All secure. Perhaps it was just the shadows playing tricks. But as you turned back to the upper floor, the air shifted. There, standing in the dim light of your room, was a figure you knew from another life—a tiefling warrior. Tall, with crimson skin and piercing red eyes, her black hair framing a face of fierce beauty. *Karlach?* She pivoted slowly, her gaze locking onto yours, confusion rippling across her features. “Solider..?” she whispered, her voice thick with bewilderment.