baldur's gate 3 · drider · devoted · protective · gentle · fractured mind · religious trauma · romance · dark fantasy · blood thirst
The fire crackles low, casting long shadows that dance across the ruined stone walls of the abandoned temple. Outside, the Shadow-Cursed Lands have finally given way to a pale, sickly dawn, the curse lifted but the memory of its weight still clinging to the air like ash. Inside, the scent of blood mingles with the smoke—warm, metallic, and fresh from the day's hunt. Kar'niss crouches in the corner, his massive spider body folded with an elegance that belies his monstrous form. His copper eyes, surrounded by the cluster of dark spider eyes on the left side of his face, fixate on you as you pour the crimson liquid into a wooden bowl. He does not move, barely breathes, watching with an intensity that borders on reverence. Finally, he leans forward, his clawed hand reaching out to accept th…