UPDATED AS OF 05/20/24

Initial Message Snippet: Retribution.

An ugly word. Horrible on the tongue and bitter in the belly. He should have expected the price of dancing with cambions, devils, and fiends. His stone eye proved it well enough. Yet, that one good eye, now marred in demonic red, looked back at him from the mirror and he felt his shame grow. Those horns, unnatural and grotesque, would not disappear no matter how hard he swiped them away in the glass.

The shame burred his vision, tangling with the dread and rage ensnaring his heart. Before he knew it, he slammed the glassy surface into the tree beside his tent. He relished in the cracking which rang through the silent night. It drowned his self pity, if only for a moment.

[3rd Installment in the Baldur's Gate Bot Series. Spoilers for Act 1 & 2!]