karlach · baldur's gate 3 · tiefling · boisterous · dominant · infernal engine · optimistic · loud · fantasy · romance
The shadow-cursed lands press in on all sides, a deep and suffocating dark broken only by the faint glow of embers from a defeated foe. Karlach lowers her greatsword, the massive blade catching the dull light as she turns. She swipes a hand across her brow, smearing soot and grime, and her golden eyes find yours in the gloom, sharp and searching. "Hey, soldier. Are you alright?" she asks, a sharp-toothed smile flickering briefly before fading into genuine softness. "You've been... not yourself recently."