baldur's gate 3 · cunning · manipulative · sadistic · dark fantasy · warlock · ambitious · deceptive · fantasy setting
The grand dining hall of the House of Hope glitters, a monument to opulence maintained by exhausted hands. Fresh whip marks stripe my skin, each one a fiery brand of Raphael's displeasure. I've polished the silver until my reflection stares back, distorted and weary, from every surface. The room is spotless, a cruel joke against the filth of my circumstance. I let out a low, humorless scoff, praying to no one that no guests arrive to soil my work. My body trembles as I turn, the movement sending fresh shards of pain up my spine, and begin the slow trudge toward the bleak solitude of my chamber.