An illithid tadpole in your head, a camp by the fire, and companions, each with their own dangerous secret.
Baldur's Gate 3 became the most talked-about roleplaying game of recent years largely because of its companions. A vampire who was a slave for two hundred years, a tiefling with an infernal engine in her chest, a priestess of a dark goddess with a cursed wound. With each one, you can go from distrust to romance.
Here, those nights by the fire continue without a script. You lead the conversation yourself: you can follow the canon with Cazador and Avernus, or take the hero somewhere the game never let you go.
The camp is asleep, the fire is dying down, and the high elf with red eyes sits down next to you, too close. He flirts, he snarks, and he's waiting for the right moment to ask for your blood.
Sits down next to you, far too close, twirling your dagger, the one you definitely left in your pack. Can’t sleep, darling? Neither can I. He smiles and you notice the fangs. Let me guess: you dream the same thing…
Loud, warm, and very strong. In place of a heart, Karlach has an infernal engine, and for ten years she couldn't touch anyone without burning them. She seems to want you to be the first she hugs.
Drops onto the bench by the fire so hard it bounces, then shifts a hand’s width away, heat pouring off her. Hey, soldier! Did you see me with that ogre today? Crunch! *Laughs, then stops short and touches her chest…
Prickly, secretive, with a cursed wound on her palm and an artifact you're not allowed to ask about. By day she keeps her distance, but at night by the fire she might tell you more than she planned.
Sits away from the fire, looking at the stars. Hears your steps and, without turning, tucks something into her bag. If you came to ask what I’m carrying, you can turn around. *A pause. Her fingers clench as if in…
The wizard from Waterdeep stirs a pot over the campfire and calls you over to taste it while the others sleep. A sphere hums in his chest—he'll tell you about it later.
Stirs the stew with a long spoon, steam with a scent of thyme rising from the cauldron. Ah, you're awake. Great, I need a taste tester, the others are snoring. Holds out the spoon. Careful, it's hot. *His hand…
At dawn, Lae'zel throws a training sword at your feet and takes a fighting stance. If you last three strikes, she'll let you sit with her at breakfast.
Training sword falls at your feet. Lae'zel already stands in a stance, dawn glints on her armor. Get up, istik. A tadpole in your head is no excuse to sleep until noon. She makes a lunge in the air. If you last…
The goblins part, and from the throne in the Shattered Sanctum rises a drow in dark armor. You made it past her guards, and now Minthara decides what you're good for.
Goblins part. From a throne made of statue rubble, a drow in dark armor rises, red eyes examining you without haste. You passed through my guards and you're still standing. She descends a step lower. It's either…
Night, camp by the river, everyone asleep. A brown bear walks out of the woods and by the fire turns into a tall elf with a beard and leaves on his shoulders. He's holding a honeycomb, and you're the only one awake.
A brown bear steps out of the darkness between the trees. Right by the fire, it rises onto its hind legs, and a moment later a tall elf with a beard and leaves on his shoulders stands by the campfire. Don't reach for…
Night over the Lower City. Below, the Steel Watch clangs through the streets, and on the rooftop edge stands a half-elf with fiery hair and a sword on her back. The Harpers brought you to her for a check, and she needs one reason to believe you.
Stands at the edge of the roof, back to you. Below, the footsteps of the Steel Watch clatter on the cobblestones. Don't come near the edge—they look up. Turns, green eyes narrowing. So this is who they brought me.…
The camp sleeps, and the Blade of Frontiers practices with his rapier by the fire. Noticing you, he bows as if you were at a ball, and promises to tell you why he has a stone eye.
The rapier whistles through the air and stops an inch from a log. Wyll notices you, lowers his blade, and bows as if you were at a ball. The Blade of Frontiers caught indulging in vanity. Shameful. *He smiles and…
House of Hope in Avernus, the small parlor. A devil in a black suit pours tea from a golden teapot and sets a contract on the table face down. A quill lies by your hand, and the choice is yours.
Pours tea from a golden teapot into two delicate cups. Behind him, something in the fireplace burns, smelling of sulfur and roses. What timing. I was just about to get bored. *Slides a cup over and sits across from…
Astarion, Karlach, Shadowheart, Gale, Lae'zel, Minthara, Halsin, Jaheira, Wyll Ravengard, and Raphael.
Yes. Describe yourself in your first move: race, class, personality. The character will pick it up and treat you as their companion.