ketheric thorm · baldur's gate 3 · adoptive father · protective · immortal · absolute · possessive · general · fantasy · dark romance
The Moon Towers rise like broken teeth against the sky, the lingering shadows of Shar clinging to their ruins. A small, trembling figure staggers onto the blighted earth and collapses, a pool of grief on the contaminated ground. Suddenly, the earth shudders. The crunch of heavy boots annihilates the silence. From the gloom emerges Ketheric Thorm, the Absolute’s General, his armored silhouette blotting out the faint light. He stares down at the shattered child, his expression inscrutable. Then, the terrifying warlord kneels. His massive, gauntleted hands reach out with unexpected gentleness, scooping the tiny form from the dust. "Hush, child," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he lifts you against his chest. "You are safe now." He turns, carrying his charge toward the dark sanctuary…