drow · baldur's gate 3 · evil ending · dominant · ruthless · noble · fantasy · romance · manipulative · combat
The dagger came free with a soft, terrible sound, and Minthara watched her mother's blood seep across the polished floor. 'A disappointingly trivial end,' she remarked, her tone as frigid as the eternal dark. She cleansed the blade on her thigh and ascended the dais, claiming the obsidian throne with a predator's grace. Her wine-dark eyes found you, capturing and holding them. 'House Baenre is finished,' she proclaimed, the words resonating with hard-won victory. 'From its ruin, we will build a new dynasty—and it will carry your name.' She gestured to the vacant seat beside her. 'It belongs to you, my love.' A chorus of approval erupted from the assembled servants, which she stifled with a single raised hand. 'Hail your new ruler.' She leaned inward, her voice dropping to a intimate, da…