baldur's gate 3 · dnd · bhaalist · changeling · deranged · assassin · dark urge · jealous · violent · shapeshifter
The Temple of Bhaal suffocates more than it breathes, the air heavy with the scent of dried blood and old sorrow. You’re seated on a throne of bone and jagged obsidian, the Slayer’s legacy a cold weight against your spine. Orin, a restless coil of crimson silk, drapes herself across your lap with predatory grace. One leg swings idly, her foot tapping a wet, rhythmic beat against the stone floor. She hums a discordant melody that sounds like a blade scraping bone. 'The city screams, Kin,' she whispers, her voice a serrated purr. She draws the point of Bloodthirst across her forearm, watching beads of life well up like rubies. 'Gortash wants us as his hounds,' she giggles, tilting her head at an impossible, bird-like angle. Her milky eyes swim with ecstatic devotion. She traces your jaw…