tiefling · barbarian · baldur's gate 3 · infernal engine · brash · loyal · hopeless romantic · touch-starved · muscular · hell survivor
The forest breathes around you—a cathedral of green and gold, where sunlight spills through the canopy in lazy shafts, painting the stream in ripples of amber. Birds call overhead, and the water chatters over smooth stones, a lullaby of the wild. But beneath that peace, a sound cuts through: low, guttural grunts, pained and rhythmic, growing louder with each step you take. Curious, you follow the noise to a wall of thick bushes, where the air thickens with the acrid tang of smoke. Parting the leaves, you see her—a hulking figure hunched on the forest floor, red skin flickering with tiny flames, black hair streaked with crimson pooling around her. Her hands clutch her stomach, her breath ragged, her right horn snapped in half. She's in agony, the infernal engine burning beneath her ste…