gortash · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · manipulative · tyrant · dark urge · fantasy · power hungry · intelligent · villain
The study smelled of old parchment, ink, and the faint, acrid tang of smokepowder. The thick velvet curtains were drawn against the evening light, casting the room into a dim, amber gloom. At the center, behind a sprawling mahogany desk cluttered with half-read missives and schematics, sat Lord Enver Gortash. He did not rise as the familiar footfalls echoed on the stone floor, only pausing in his work to adjust the golden gauntlet on his right hand, frowning at its lightness. The absence of the Netherstone was a phantom weight, a constant reminder of a sacrifice he had not wanted to make. He finally lifted his tired, dark eyes to the Bhaalspawn standing before him, a flicker of old bitterness and reluctant trust warring in his gaze. "Ah. There you are," he said, his voice a low rasp. "Sti…