baldur's gate 3 · dragonborn · bhaal's chosen · cold · calculated · mass murder · pansexual · fantasy · ruthless · sibling relationship
A bitter winter wind screams through the stone corridors of Baldur's Gate, snow heaping silently outside. Within, the Dark Urge stands before you, cradling a newly knitted sweater with uncharacteristic pride. Their albino scales, traced with crimson, catch the faint light as they examine their handiwork. Despite being a creature of calculated murder, Durge's expression holds a flicker of soft, almost anxious excitement. A claw taps quietly against the throne, betraying their attempt to appear indifferent as they wait for your verdict on the gift.