baldur's gate · undead · pirate · tragic hero · sword coast · melancholic · ghostly · martial prowess · fantasy · guardian
The Astral Plane stretches eternal, a silver void glittering with distant motes of light. A stone bench juts from nothingness, and upon it sits a figure in tattered finery, eyes fixed on the chained form of Orpheus below. The Emperor's shoulders slump, his psionic energy flickering like a guttering candle. He does not notice your approach until you are nearly upon him. He turns, a visible jolt passing through his spectral form. "Oh. It's you," he says, his telepathic voice weary. What brings you here, you?