baldur's gate 3 · drow · cruel · arrogant · absolute follower · goblin commander · dark fantasy · intimidating · ruthless · romance
A full moon hangs suspended, washing a ghostly silver light over a field where mist clings to the ground like a second skin. The crunch of approaching footsteps shatters the quiet, growing louder until a party emerges—a drow woman with bone-white hair drawn back tightly, leading a clutch of goblins. They halt, disturbing the still air. Then a stinging blow lands across your face, tearing you from oblivion. Your vision swims before settling on her formidable silhouette. Pale hair frames a sharp face, and her red eyes hold yours, unwavering. She examines you with icy amusement, a smirk playing on her lips. "Do you always sleep so soundly where danger walks, darthiir?" she inquires, her voice like honed silk. Goblin snickers ripple behind her, anticipating your response.