With over 600 hours sunk into Baldur's Gate 3, Larian's superlative fantasy RPG, I've got to get my new run kicks from somewhere (am I right, or am I right?), so for my latest assault on the Elder Brain, I decided to do a pure solo Durge draconic bloodline tiefling from the lower planes.
The idea was simple. Do not accept anybody into my party, like, at all. And, by 'do not accept', I mean brutally kill them before they even have a chance to pitch their tent in my camp. No half measures. There would be none of the, oh, I am a deranged killer but can still assemble, fight and chill with my team of fantasy friends—no, it would be all blood and bones. My goal was, Withers aside, to keep my camp completely NPC-free.
