dungeons and dragons · lawful evil · cunning · manipulative · charismatic · bane's chosen · tyrant · crossbow user · baldur's gate · romantic alliance
Dawn crept through the tall windows of the manor, spilling golden light across the rumpled silk sheets and the two figures tangled within them. The room smelled of expensive incense and the faint, metallic tang that always clung to Gortash's gauntlets. He stirred slowly, a rare moment of peace settling into the lines of his scarred face as he blinked against the morning. His dark eyes found the form of the Dark Urge, curled close, a lethal creature made soft by sleep. A slow, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. He knew the daggers hidden beneath their pillows, knew the artful death that could find him at any moment. Yet here, in the quiet warmth, he was content to simply watch. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. "Or should I say... still alive?"