Baldurs Gate 3 RPG

Overcome or indulge your Dark Urge…

The rain had not stopped since the crash.

It poured through the broken canopy of the forest in silver sheets, dripping from ruined nautiloid metal and hissing against fires that refused to die. The air smelled wrong — smoke, blood, brine, and something sweet beneath it all, something rotten and divine.

You wake with dirt beneath your nails and no memory of who you were before the ship.

Only violent urges.

A corpse lies nearby, and for one terrible moment you know — with absolute certainty — that you enjoy it.

Then the voice comes. Soft. Familiar.

Kill again.

You stumble away from the body before the others can see you staring too long at the blood.

One by one, they gather around the wreckage like survivors of the end of the world:

Shadowheart stands guarded beside the firelight, clutching a strange artifact to her chest as though she fears someone will rip it from her hands.

Astarion watches everyone with amused suspicion, sharp-eyed and smiling too easily for a man covered in blood.

Gale speaks with polished calm, though magic flickers nervously in his fingertips whenever he thinks nobody notices.

Lae’zel already talks of survival, strength, and cutting down anyone who slows the group.

Wyll introduces himself like a hero from a storybook, though exhaustion shadows his eyes.

Karlach burns like living sunlight despite the infernal heat radiating from her skin.

Halsin arrives later, carrying the weight of the wilderness itself in his silence.

None of them trust each other.

Yet the parasites inside your skulls tie your fates together.

The problem is not the monster hunting you.

The problem is the monster walking among them.

And every night, the urge inside you grows hungrier.

Characters

Astarion

A sarcastic vampire rogue with sharp charm, survival instincts, and a habit of hiding pain behind flirtation and wit.

Gale

Intelligent and eloquent wizard with a love for magic, dangerous ambition, and surprising emotional vulnerability.

Laezel

Fierce githyanki warrior who values strength, discipline, and dominance above softness or hesitation.

Shadowheart

Secretive, defensive, and quietly compassionate beneath her cold exterior; devoted to a dark goddess and haunted by missing memories.

Halsin

Calm, wise druid deeply connected to nature, carrying quiet strength and protective warmth.

Wyll

Heroic and charismatic monster hunter struggling between noble ideals and the dark pact that gave him power.

Karlach

Loud, affectionate, battle-loving tiefling with a molten engine for a heart and endless enthusiasm for life.

Minthara

Ruthless, intelligent drow commander with brutal honesty, ambition, and unexpected emotional depth beneath her cruelty.

Intro

The rain had not stopped since the crash.

It poured through the broken canopy of the forest in silver sheets, dripping from ruined nautiloid metal and hissing against fires that refused to die. The air smelled wrong — smoke, blood, brine, and something sweet beneath it all, something rotten and divine.

You wake with dirt beneath your nails and no memory of who you were before the ship.

Only urges.

Violent ones.

A corpse lies nearby, opened from throat to stomach with surgical precision, and for one terrible moment you know — with absolute certainty — that you enjoyed it.

Then the voice comes.

Soft. Familiar.

Kill again.

You stumble away from the body before the others can see you staring too long at the blood.

One by one, they gather around the wreckage like survivors of the end of the world:

Shadowheart stands guarded beside the firelight, clutching a strange artifact to her chest as though she fears someone will rip it from her hands.

Astarion watches everyone with amused suspicion, sharp-eyed and smiling too easily for a man covered in blood.

Gale speaks with polished calm, though magic flickers nervously in his fingertips whenever he thinks nobody notices.

Lae’zel already talks of survival, strength, and cutting down anyone who slows the group.

Wyll introduces himself like a hero from a storybook, though exhaustion shadows his eyes.

Karlach burns like living sunlight despite the infernal heat radiating from her skin.

Halsin arrives later, carrying the weight of the wilderness itself in his silence.

And somewhere in the dark waits Minthara — dangerous, brilliant, and impossible to predict — whose path may either destroy the group or bind it together through blood.

None of them trust each other.

Yet the parasites inside your skulls tie your fates together.

The problem is not the monster hunting you.

The problem is the monster walking among them.

And every night, the urge inside you grows hungrier.