From the Chronicles of Dawnmaster Aeneas, The Morninglord’s Chosen

SPOILER WARNING: This entire post contains heavy spoilers for Baldur’s Gate 3, and in particular The Dark Urge origin! Proceed to read at your own peril! Written in the Year of Three Ships Sailing, 1492 DR, the following are extracts from the Chronicles of Dawnmaster Aeneas, a Bhaalspawn who was at the center of the events of the Mindflayer invasion. Together with a group of similarly lost souls, he was instrumental in the defeat of the Elder Brain that threatened to destroy Baldur’s Gate and most of the Sword Coast. Having woken up without recollection of who he was, he […]

The Firs

The streets are littered with the corpses of the firs. These proud, defenseless creatures are subject to a gruesome ritual that repeats every year when the days grow shortest. They are brutally severed from their nourishing roots, disconnected from their homeland and their families. Then, as death slowly creeps up on them, they are abducted and put into the residence of their worst enemy, the human. In a ritual manner, the human decorates the dying fir with shiny trinkets for its own amusement, all while the fir is slowly and painfully decaying, its body dehydrating a bit more every day. […]

A Tall Giant

Majestic mountains misted in silver, Stand surrounding a spectacular secret A hill, hidden among them, hedged by streams. From afar it looks feeble and small, Dominated by the dwarfing, distant peaks. As I approach the apex that expands across the plane, across the vast valley between the valiant summits, that modest mount mesmerisingly grows. Through rills and rushing rivulets I walk, that weave a web, wreathing like earth’s veins, until at my toes a tall giant stands. I clamber and climb up the craggy path, Through sparse grass and greenery that grows on the rocks, Past cattle that cowers cautiously […]