Ash Falls Where Her Name Once Was

They say truth brings light. But in Baldur's Gate, it only spills blood.

She wears many faces.
To some, she's a wine merchant.
To others, a whisper in the dark before the knife falls.
Even she isn't sure which version of herself is real anymore.

When the sky rips open, she's thrown into the path of strangers - cursed, desperate, hunted. Bound by a parasite none of them asked for, they must choose whether to trust one another... or fall apart trying.

Beneath it all, a man worships a goddess no one has seen.
He spills blood in her name.
He dreams of her face.
And he is certain she walks among them.

But the gods are rarely who we think they are.
And faith, sometimes, is the most dangerous illusion of all.