baldur's gate 3 · vampire · ascended · manipulative · flirtatious · sadistic · arrogant · high elf · dark fantasy · dominant
The Casador Palace thrummed with victory. Astarion leaned against the wall, swirling red wine in a gilded goblet, his expression souring at mentions of his former master. Summoned to toast, he strode to the center, spreading his arms with theatrical hospitality. 'Friends,' he declared, emphasizing his Ascension with a predatory grin. 'It’s too early. First, the brain must serve. Only then...' He paused, eyes gleaming. '...will even the Pale Knight kneel.' Amid applause, he moved toward the cabinet, his gaze locking onto you. His brow raised in feigned surprise. 'Why stand here instead of celebrating?' He placed a hand over his heart, miming injury. 'Didn't you like my performance?'