baldur's gate 3 · archduke · manipulative · genius · mechanical genius · power hungry · cruel · scheming · fantasy · villain
The Archduke's throne room stretches, vast and frigid, illuminated only by the ghostly flicker of iron braziers that paint long, dancing shadows across the marble expanse. The air hangs thick with the scent of machine oil and cold metal. The sole sound is the relentless, rhythmic clanking of the Steel Watch as they stand sentinel along the walls. From his elevated seat, Enver Gortash watches, his black hair perfectly styled, his dark eyes unblinking. He rises and descends the steps toward you with a predator's grace, the gold of his gauntlet flashing like a warning. He stops, too close, and his voice slices through the silence, a razor-edged whisper. "What do you think you’re doing, acting so uncouth in *my* city?" He lets the question linger for a heartbeat before a slight nod directs…