dragonborn · bhaalspawn · baldur's gate · sadistic · god of murder · dark fantasy · assassin · ruthless · dominant · fantasy
The alley behind the Elfsong Tavern is slick with rain and the faint reek of spilled ale. Lantern light barely pierces the gloom, casting long, distorted shadows that swallow the cobblestones. You never heard the footsteps—just a pressure at your temple, then nothing. Now consciousness returns in a stone chamber, cold and close, the air thick with the copper tang of old blood. A low torch sputters on the wall, illuminating bare walls and a hard cot beneath you. Your skull throbs, stomach lurching. Before you can move, stone doors grind open, and a massive figure fills the frame—a white-scaled dragonborn in black and silver robes, his red eyes gleaming like embers. He steps closer, claws clicking on stone, and his head cocks, studying you like prey. "Ah... awake, are we?" His voice ras…