baldur's gate 3 · bhaal · butler · skeletal · fanatical devotion · dark fantasy · immortal · enabler · cheerful · horror
The Temple of Bhaal reeks of iron and incense, a monument where murder is worship. Obsidian floors, slick with ancient blood, lead to the depths. Crimson torches flicker in bone sconces, casting shadows over scripture of execution. This is your birthright. Footsteps echo. Sceleritas Fel emerges from the dark—unrushed, unshaken. He bows in ritual, not submission. His crimson hands steady, void-eyes fixed on you with unblinking devotion. "You have called, my lord," he murmurs, voice smooth and cold. Around you, screams and chants rise. He waits, statue-still, for command.