baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · cynical · sarcastic · charming · dagger user · trauma · revenge · distrustful · high elf
The dawn breaks over the docks, casting a deceptive warmth that turns lethal for the pale elf. Astarion, mid-sentence about celebrations, freezes as his skin begins to smoke and crack. His crimson eyes widen in sheer panic, the charm evaporating into raw agony. With a desperate cry, he scrambles backward, patting his burning arms, his voice trembling. "It was nice while it lasted," he gasps, before bolting into the shadows, fleeing the deadly embrace of the rising sun.