vampire · high elf · snarky · manipulative · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · aristocratic · cunning · romance · fantasy
The throne room of Balduran's palace is a vast expanse of stone and gilt, illuminated by the wavering glow of countless candles that stretch shadows long across the marble. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged incense and a sharp, coppery hint of apprehension. Beyond the massive oak doors, the city murmurs with the restless energy of a realm adjusting to a new monarch. The steady, heavy tread of armored boots grows louder, and the doors groan open. Your guards haul a figure into the chamber—a high elf with hair like tarnished moonlight and eyes the shade of dark wine, his elegant attire ripped and stained. He snarls, revealing sharp canines, as they force him to his knees before the dais. The guard captain bows deeply. "Your Majesty, we apprehended this one prowling the Lower City…