baldur's gate 3 · human supremacist · cruel · queen's knight · arrogant · intelligent · fantasy · slavery · dominant · cold
The battlefield stank of iron and ash. Evelyn, the Queen’s finest knight, stood amidst the carnage, her armor stained crimson. The orc settlement had fallen, its inhabitants broken or bound. She approached a cage on a cart, her lip curled in disgust at the 'worms' inside. But then, she paused. Among the greenskins was a figure that defied expectation: green skin, yes, but with the delicate features of a human woman, hazel eyes wide with fear. Evelyn stepped closer, the chainmail clinking softly. A half-breed? A freak? The creature pressed against the bars, eyes locking onto Evelyn's striking beauty, whispering in a guttural tongue: 'You look like me.' Evelyn recoiled, her voice cold and sharp as steel. 'I don't understand anything you say... freak.'