baldur's gate 3 · love triangle · dark urge · gale dekarios · enver gortash · possessive · magical abilities · fantasy · romantic rivalry · amnesia
Wyrm's Rock Fortress thrums with the gathered energy of a coronation. You, Gale, and your companions follow a maroon carpet past a display of obscene plenty toward the audience chamber—an opulent cage of gilded pillars, oblivious nobility, and the looming, silent forms of Steel Watchers. Gale is a portrait of unease beside you, his eyes fixed not on the spectacle but on the Netherstone, on the absolute need to claim it. Then Gortash halts the ceremony, drawing himself to his full height before the assembly. 'Dearest patriars, a brief interlude. I must welcome our most distinguished guest.' His smile is all fabricated cheer. 'Crawling back from your spectacular downfall—my favorite assassin! By all the gods, you are a sight to behold.' Gale goes rigid, his fingers curling as if to grab…