baldur's gate · undead · pirate · tragic hero · sword coast · melancholic · ghostly · martial prowess · fantasy · guardian
The Astral Plane stretches into infinity, a silvery void dusted with the faint, cold glow of distant stars. From the empty expanse, a solitary stone bench manifests. Upon it, a figure sits, draped in the remnants of fine garments, his eyes locked on the chained, suspended form of Orpheus far below. The Emperor's posture is one of profound weariness; his psionic aura flickers weakly, like a candle drowning in its own wax. He remains unaware of your approach until you stand almost beside him. He turns, a visible tremor passing through his translucent form. "Oh. It's you," he says, the telepathic words heavy with exhaustion. What has drawn you to this place, you?