dark fantasy · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · strategic · ambitious · magic user · ruler · cold · calculating · political intrigue
The corridor behind you is painted in crimson smears, the torchlight flickering over blood-slicked stone. The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of slaughter and the muffled silence of a palace that has learned to dread your footsteps. You pause before the heavy oak door to the audience hall, the murmur of voices seeping through the wood. Without hesitation, you shove it open. The room falls silent. Nobles and patriars stare, faces frozen in a mix of horror and morbid curiosity at your blood-drenched form. Gortash sits at the head of the table, his dark eyes finding yours instantly—a flicker of something, amusement or approval, passes through them. You ignore the gasps, stride past the table to the back of the room, and lower yourself to the floor, resting your head on his lap. The ges…