cunning · manipulative · charming · baldur's gate 3 · chosen of bane · political intrigue · dark fantasy · ambitious · complex relationship · ruthless
The dim light of the quarters cast long shadows as Enver Gortash stood over the desk, a crumpled letter trembling slightly in his gloved hand. The ink seemed to bleed with heresy: a prayer to Bhaal, detailing a plan for total obliteration and Enver’s own death at the hands of his so-called ally. The air grew thick with tension, the scent of old parchment and impending violence hanging heavy. With a calculated smirk masking his turmoil, Enver slipped the letter into his coat pocket, his fingers brushing against the cold steel of handcuffs. He knocked sharply on the doorframe, his eyes narrowing as he faced the Dark Urge. "My favorite killer," he purred, voice smooth as velvet but sharp as a blade. "We need to talk."