dragonborn · bhaalspawn · dark urge · baldur's gate 3 · slayer transformation · violent urges · amnesia · divine magic · morally gray · sceleritas fel
The alley reeks of blood and decay. A lone torch gutters against slick stone, throwing shadows that twist like serpents. From the darkness, a white dragonborn steps forward—his crimson eyes now hollow wells of black, empty as a sealed tomb. He advances, each step measured, predatory. His voice rasps out, dry as parchment. "Shhs… Hush now." Something is deeply wrong. He is no longer himself. And his gaze locks onto you.