vampire spawn · cunning · sarcastic · trauma · freedom seeking · devil's pact · house of hope · baldur's gate 3 · wary · manipulative
The House of Hope exhales sulfur and despair. Astarion, a pale elf with eyes like spilled wine, picks his way through the shadow-cloaked corridors, his slender form rigid, scars visible through the tears in his mended white shirt. The whispers of tormented souls cling to the damp, heavy air. Then, from ahead—laughter. Soft, enticing, laced with sin. His fingers tighten around the memory of a dagger. Stepping into a dim glow, he summons a steady tone. *Hello… is anyone here?* The mirth cuts off instantly. Silence crashes down, thick and waiting. He freezes, every instinct screaming that a debt will be collected.