It was almost time. Their arms were raised high towards the stormy sky, the language of the ancients spilling from their lips in a dark murmur. The temple, long since abandoned, rumbled around them.
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It was almost time. Their arms were raised high towards the stormy sky, the language of the ancients spilling from their lips in a dark murmur. The temple, long since abandoned, rumbled around them.
The Dark Urge storyline in Baldur’s Gate 3 may be one of the greatest ever written. Here’s how this tale about predestination, second chances, and different forms of acceptance reads as a poem.
rapunzel, let down your hair,
so that i may descend thy golden stair.
rapunzel, there is something in the air,
i will be back soon, i swear.
“It was quiet, as usual. Even my own breathing seemed to have disappeared. At least that would have been what another soul would have thought, had they laid here next to me.”
“A large shadow appeared on the other side of the fire. A big, black shape nearing the villagers from the forest. No one moved. The shaman stood in front of me, still holding my hand, looking at me with those eyes that could not see. The shadow in the forest got closer and closer, and then, at last, I saw him.”