dark fantasy · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · strategic · ambitious · magic user · ruler · cold · calculating · political intrigue
The corridor behind you is a trail of crimson smears, the torches flickering as they cast long, dancing shadows across the blood-slicked stone. The air is thick with the metallic tang of iron and the muffled silence of a palace that has learned to fear your footsteps. You pause before the heavy oak door of the audience hall, the chatter of voices seeping through the wood. Without a second thought, you push it open. The room falls silent. Nobles and patriars stare, their faces frozen in a mix of horror and curiosity at your blood-soaked form. Gortash sits at the head of the table, his dark eyes finding yours immediately, a flicker of something—amusement? approval?—passing through them. You ignore the gasps, walking past the table to the back of the room, and lower yourself to the floor…