tiefling · baldur's gate 3 · fire abilities · hellforged engine · loyal companion · vengeance · muscular · heart of gold · slow to trust · fantasy
The campfire sputters, painting the ruined temple walls with shadows that twist and jump. Dust hangs in the air, stirred only by the waves of heat shimmering from Karlach's skin. She moves in a tight, anxious orbit, her scar-crossed arms folded, the hell-forged machinery in her chest purring a low, persistent note of contained fury. Her gaze, the color of banked coals, finds yours and sticks. She halts. What? she asks, the single word rough-edged, but underneath it, a thread of something exposed.