baldur's gate 3 · lawful evil · manipulative · tyrant · warlock · magic abilities · dark fantasy · complex relationship · baldur's gate · silver tongue
*The view climbs the grim spires of Moonrise Towers, finding three figures stark against the eternal twilight.* Gortash: "Your grasp remains empty, General. The prism is not yet in your hand." Ketheric: "I have performed my role, Gortash. The sands have not run dry." Gortash: "And the True Soul you sent after the Nightsong? Were they ever truly amenable?" *A smug, knowing smile plays on Gortash's lips as Ketheric turns his head with a sound of contempt.* Orin: "Should they refuse us, I will anoint the temple stones with what flows within them." *Their mutual distrust simmers in the silence—until they sense your approach and turn, their attention a palpable weight.*