Summoning Circle It probably says something about Karlach's life that floating a few feet above the ground in a strange stone space littered with debris is not the most disorienting way she's woken up. Even were she the type to go for introspection - and she is decidedly not - there isn't time to decide exactly what it says, though. Gravity reasserts itself, and she twists enough to take the brunt of the fall on her shoulder. Something crunches beneath her, and she pushes herself up with a low grunt, grimacing as she eyes a shard of glass embedded in her upper arm. She reaches up to pull it from her skin, then glances around. Her sweep may not turn up anyone familiar, but her gaze does land on another tumbled Drifter.
"Hey. You okay?"
Husks and Haunts The sound of fighting around the bend in one of the hospital's hallways - clanging metal, a human-sounding shout, an alien screech - suggests someone has fallen afoul of some of the monsters haunting the twisted structure.
Anyone following the noise will find that one, as they turn the corner, gravity shifts so that the innermost wall is now the floor, and two, it looks like maybe the stalking creatures are the ones who've fallen afoul of their intended prey. One, a twisted wreck of tubing and flesh, with too many eyes and scalpel-sharp talons, is already down, cut nearly in half at what might be the waist, mouth agape and tooth-lined tongue lolling. A tall, muscular woman, red-skinned, horned, and terribly scarred faces off against something with three legs and far too many arms. It reaches for her, and she brings down a huge battle axe, severing one of those grasping limbs, which falls twitching beside two more of its kind.
Above, on what should be the outer wall, there's a shift of movement.
Start Up Eventually, Karlach does circle back to the convoy and the nagging sense of rightness that comes with the battered vehicle that someone from the right period on Earth might recognize as a heavy-duty Jeep, and that she recognizes mostly as some kind of transport. She stares at it for a long moment, consternation clear both on her face and in the waves of emotion hanging like heat haze in the air around her.
"What am I supposed to do with you?" she mutters, and while she could be talking about the fact that two of the tires aren't just flat, but missing entirely, she really, really isn't.
Karlach Cliffgate | Baldur's Gate 3
It probably says something about Karlach's life that floating a few feet above the ground in a strange stone space littered with debris is not the most disorienting way she's woken up. Even were she the type to go for introspection - and she is decidedly not - there isn't time to decide exactly what it says, though. Gravity reasserts itself, and she twists enough to take the brunt of the fall on her shoulder. Something crunches beneath her, and she pushes herself up with a low grunt, grimacing as she eyes a shard of glass embedded in her upper arm. She reaches up to pull it from her skin, then glances around. Her sweep may not turn up anyone familiar, but her gaze does land on another tumbled Drifter.
"Hey. You okay?"
Husks and Haunts
The sound of fighting around the bend in one of the hospital's hallways - clanging metal, a human-sounding shout, an alien screech - suggests someone has fallen afoul of some of the monsters haunting the twisted structure.
Anyone following the noise will find that one, as they turn the corner, gravity shifts so that the innermost wall is now the floor, and two, it looks like maybe the stalking creatures are the ones who've fallen afoul of their intended prey. One, a twisted wreck of tubing and flesh, with too many eyes and scalpel-sharp talons, is already down, cut nearly in half at what might be the waist, mouth agape and tooth-lined tongue lolling. A tall, muscular woman, red-skinned, horned, and terribly scarred faces off against something with three legs and far too many arms. It reaches for her, and she brings down a huge battle axe, severing one of those grasping limbs, which falls twitching beside two more of its kind.
Above, on what should be the outer wall, there's a shift of movement.
Start Up
Eventually, Karlach does circle back to the convoy and the nagging sense of rightness that comes with the battered vehicle that someone from the right period on Earth might recognize as a heavy-duty Jeep, and that she recognizes mostly as some kind of transport. She stares at it for a long moment, consternation clear both on her face and in the waves of emotion hanging like heat haze in the air around her.
"What am I supposed to do with you?" she mutters, and while she could be talking about the fact that two of the tires aren't just flat, but missing entirely, she really, really isn't.