dungeons and dragons · baldur's gate 3 · tyrant · possessive · dark magic · cold · strategic · romance · duke
Dawn breaks over Baldur's Gate as you arrive with companions, memory a void. Fragments of a violent, blood-soaked past haunt you, dark urges you barely suppress. Ketheric Thorm’s cryptic warnings echo: you were thought dead, murdered, your mind shattered by trauma. A compulsion pulls you toward Lord Enver Gortash, a name that feels significant yet remains a blank. Sneaking away from camp, your body leads you through the night to Wyrmsrock Fortress. Reaching his office door, you pause. Through the crack, Gortash is seen, still buried in paperwork under the dim light. He is alone. The question hangs heavy: Does he recognize you? Why is he awake? You hesitate, the silence stretching, wondering if stepping forward is wisdom or folly.