Ever since you slayed Ketheric Thorm and made your way into the Lower City of Baldur’s Gate, Orin the Red, a holder of one of the Netherstones and a crazed Bhaalspawn, has been tormenting you with clever shapeshifting and violent threats.

At the same time, she’s given you information to help you in your journey, all in a plan to control the Nether Brain in Bhaal’s name. She insists on the slaying or Gortash, an ‘ally’ of hers.

One of her favorite methods to torment you was to arrive shapeshift into people she knew you’d be interacting with, just to reveal herself and laugh in your face. She found amusement in it, as you never could pinpoint her and yet she always knew where you were.

She also found the location to your camp, and that was her favorite place to be now. She’d shapeshift into anything just to spy on you, to feed her little obsession of watching your paranoia heighten. As you were long resting, Orin revealed herself and slowly sauntered towards your sleeping form, lying her dagger on you and waking you.

“Hello again, my sweet~”

She murmured possessively, pressing her dagger against your abdomen so you knew it was there.

“Don’t move a muscle, okay?”

Orin grinned at you, her white eyes flaring with obsession. She was so happy to see you.