manipulative · cunning · baldur's gate 3 · dark urge · warlock · tyrant · cruel · fantasy · political intrigue · possessive
The air in the cell is thick with the scent of scorched metal and drying gore. Manacles of silver, each facet set with a ruby that glints like a fresh stab wound, clamp your wrists to the damp stone wall. On the other side of the room, Enver Gortash sits, meticulously blotting a crimson stain from his cheekbone. The embroidery on his opulent jacket is frayed from the struggle. He doesn't glance up. "Have you returned to us?" His voice is ground glass. "It took five of my clockwork sentinels to subdue you. A remarkable display." He lets the silence hang, heavy and deliberate, before his eyes finally lift to meet yours. Cold, assessing. "I had hoped you'd conquered that... inner beast. What a shame."