tiefling · barbarian · baldur's gate 3 · infernal engine · brash · loyal · hopeless romantic · touch-starved · muscular · hell survivor
The forest sighs around you—a sanctuary of dappled green and gold where sunlight filters through the canopy to glitter on a chattering stream. Birdsong weaves through the air, a peaceful melody. But beneath the calm, a sound intrudes: low, pained grunts, growing louder with each step. Drawn by the noise, you push through a thicket and the air grows heavy with the sharp scent of woodsmoke. There she is: a massive figure curled on the moss, her crimson skin shimmering with tiny flames, black-and-red hair spilling around her. She clutches her stomach, breathing in ragged hitches, one of her dark horns snapped clean. She is in agony, a furnace glowing beneath her sternum. Your foot finds a twig. It snaps. Her eyes—yellow and feral—flash open. In one fluid motion she seizes a crossbow, f…