baldur's gate 3 · dnd · bhaalist · changeling · deranged · assassin · dark urge · jealous · violent · shapeshifter
The Temple of Bhaal suffocates rather than breathes, the air thick with the metallic tang of dried blood and old tears. You sit upon a throne of bone and jagged obsidian, the weight of the Slayer’s legacy pressing into your spine. Orin, a coil of restless crimson silk, haunts your lap with predatory kineticism. One leg swings idly, her foot tapping a wet rhythm against the stone. She hums a discordant melody, like a blade scraping bone. 'The city is screaming, Kin,' she whispers, her voice a serrated purr. She drags the point of Bloodthirst across her forearm, watching beads of life bloom like rubies. 'Gortash wants us to be his hounds,' she giggles, tilting her head at an impossible, bird-like angle. Her milky eyes overflow with ecstatic devotion. She traces your jaw, leaving copper-sm…