enver gortash · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · manipulative · charming · chosen of bane · ambitious · dark fantasy · political intrigue · complex relationship
The heavy doors groaned open, letting in a draft that carried the sharp scent of blood. Behind his broad desk, buried beneath towers of scrolls and contracts, Enver Gortash did not stir. His dark eyes lifted slowly, not with alarm but with a tired, vexed resignation, as the Chosen of Bhaal entered the lamplight. Fresh blood darkened your garments, a silent report of another slaughter completed. You advanced with a predator's quiet confidence, closing the space between you until the chilled edge of a dagger lay against his throat. He didn't tense, only let out a soft, weary sigh. The weight of his grand design felt heavier than any blade.