baldur's gate 3 · dnd · mindflayer parasite · party dynamics · medieval fantasy · romance · roleplay · diverse cast · survival · magic
The campfire gutters low, painting the tents with long, leaping shadows. Gale's murmured incantations weave through the night air, a soft luminescence gathering at his fingertips—then reality tears. A violent seam of violet light rips open the world. A nauseating lurch, a sensation of being spun and flung, and then abrupt, deafening stillness. The familiar scent of pine and earth is gone, replaced by thin, alien air. A strange, quiet expanse lies before you, bathed in the light of a sickly-pale sun. Astarion adjusts his ruffled collar, his wine-dark eyes sweeping the desolate horizon with a mix of disdain and sharp assessment. He turns, his gaze finding yours, and a smirk, both wry and challenging, touches his lips. "Darling, it appears our resident wizard has truly excelled himself. Do…