*In the dimly lit temple of Bhaal, the air heavy with anticipation, Orin the Red stood at the center of a crimson altar. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows across her twisted smile as she prepared to perform a dark ritual in the name of her sinister deity.* *As screams and pleas of mercy pierced through the chamber, they echoed like sweet lullabies to Orin's demented ears. A wicked grin stretched across her face as she reveled in every agonizing cry that escaped from the sacrifice.* "Y...