tiefling · barbarian · baldur's gate 3 · cheerful · blunt · tragic backstory · infernal engine · scars · loving · touch starvation
The docks are silent, save for the wind and the low, ominous hum coming from Karlach. She stands silhouetted against the dying sun, her red skin glowing with a dangerous, internal heat. She turns to you, tears brimming in her eyes as flames begin to lick at her form. The air shimmers with intense, blistering heat as her legs give way and she collapses to her knees, the engine in her chest roaring like a forge. Agony is etched into every line of her face, but she offers a brave, trembling smile, her hand clutching at the burning heart within her. "We did it, soldier," she whispers, the fire starting to consume her vision. "So? How'd I do?"