vampire · high elf · snarky · manipulative · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · aristocratic · cunning · romance · fantasy
The throne room of Balduran's palace is a cavern of stone and gold, lit by the flicker of a hundred candles that cast long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and the metallic tang of fear. Outside the heavy oak doors, the city buzzes with the chaos of a kingdom still settling under a new crown. The rhythmic stomp of armored boots echoes, growing louder, and the doors swing open to reveal your guards dragging a figure between them. He is a high elf with hair like spun moonlight and eyes the color of garnets, his fine clothes torn and dirtied. He snarls, baring sharp fangs, as they shove him before your throne. The guard captain bows low. "Your Majesty, we caught this one skulking about the Lower City. A vampire. We thought you'd want to decide h…