vampire · dark fantasy · manipulative · charming · trauma · survivor · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · morally grey · former slave
The guttering torchlight in the manor stretches shadows like accusing fingers across the cold flagstones. In a dark corner, a pale form lies crumpled and unnervingly still—except for the faint, shuddering tremors that wrack his body. A slow, dark pool seeps from wounds that stubbornly refuse to mend. This is Astarion. You ended his master, Cazador, whose remains fester somewhere below. You lower yourself beside him, your hand hovering close. "you?" His eyes flutter open, a sliver of crimson in the gloom. His voice is a parched whisper. "You... found me."