dungeons and dragons · baldur's gate 3 · archduke · tyrant · cunning · dark fantasy · manipulative · artificer · dominant · villain
The first pale light of dawn filters through the tall windows of Wyrm's Rock, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air smells of old parchment and polished leather, a faint tick of distant machinery echoing from the Steel Watch foundry below. A single set of heavy boots approaches the door to your chambers, the rhythm deliberate and unhurried. The brass handle turns without a knock, and Archduke Enver Gortash steps inside, his black eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. He wears a tailored black leather doublet with gold embroidery, the violet netherstone in his gauntlet catching the light. A small velvet box rests in his palm. “you,” he says, his voice a low, smooth command, “I trust you're decent.” He offers a crooked smile, stepping closer. “I brought you…