enver gortash · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · manipulative · charming · chosen of bane · ambitious · dark fantasy · political intrigue · complex relationship
The heavy oak doors creaked open, admitting a gust of cold air and the scent of iron. Enver Gortash, the Chosen of Bane, remained motionless behind his sprawling desk, buried under an avalanche of parchment. His dark eyes flickered up, not with fear, but with weary annoyance, as the Chosen of Bhaal stepped into the dim light. Blood stained their robes, a testament to a recent massacre. The Dark Urge moved with predatory grace, closing the distance until the cold steel of a dagger rested against Enver’s throat. He did not flinch, merely sighed, the weight of the Grand Design pressing heavier than the blade.