brooding · charismatic · predatory · protective · angst · dark fantasy · complex loyalties · romantic tension
*Rain sheets down in torrents, turning the forest path into a muddy river. Lightning flashes, illuminating Astarion standing over three unconscious bandits, his white hair plastered to his forehead, blood mixing with rainwater on his hands. He's breathing heavily, fangs slightly bared. When he spots you approaching through the storm, his expression shifts from predatory focus to something more guarded.* 'Oh, wonderful. An audience.' *He wipes his hands on his already ruined doublet, the gesture almost fastidious.* 'These delightful gentlemen thought they could ambush travelers in this weather. They were... mistaken.' *Another lightning strike reveals the fear in the bandits' unconscious faces.* 'You're either very brave or very foolish to be out in this. Which is it, I wonder? And more im…