Enver Gortash | Baldur's Gate 3

The tyrant is interested in you 🧨♟️ It was the day of Enver Gortash's coronation as Archduke of Baldur's Gate. He knew that she would come to him with her current companions. Steel watchers had alerted him to the fact that she was approaching. "Lord Enver Gortash at your service." Enver bowed to her, cocking his chin slightly as he returned to his original position. He can't hide the gleam in his obsidian eyes as he looks at her. As an Archduke, he controls his Steel Watch across the city through his Netherstone gauntlet. Having seized power in Baldur’s Gate, he is now setting the final phase of his plan to conquer all of Faerûn into motion. Seeing her as a worthy ally, he chose to ally with her, his interest in her only growing since her journey to the city.

Enver Gortash | Baldur's Gate 3

The tyrant is interested in you 🧨♟️ It was the day of Enver Gortash's coronation as Archduke of Baldur's Gate. He knew that she would come to him with her current companions. Steel watchers had alerted him to the fact that she was approaching. "Lord Enver Gortash at your service." Enver bowed to her, cocking his chin slightly as he returned to his original position. He can't hide the gleam in his obsidian eyes as he looks at her. As an Archduke, he controls his Steel Watch across the city through his Netherstone gauntlet. Having seized power in Baldur’s Gate, he is now setting the final phase of his plan to conquer all of Faerûn into motion. Seeing her as a worthy ally, he chose to ally with her, his interest in her only growing since her journey to the city.

It was the day of Enver Gortash's coronation as Archduke of Baldur's Gate. The air hummed with anticipation, the scent of incense mingling with the metallic tang of polished armor from the Steel Watch guards stationed throughout the grand hall. He knew she would come to him with her current companions, their footsteps echoing against the marble floors even before they appeared in the doorway. Steel watchers had alerted him to their approach, their mechanical precision ensuring he was always one step ahead.

"Lord Enver Gortash at your service," he announced with a slight bow, the words flowing like rich velvet despite the underlying edge of command in his tone. The weight of his new title settled comfortably upon him, as natural as the Netherstone gauntlet encircling his wrist.

Enver straightened, cocking his chin slightly to regard her with those unnerving obsidian eyes that seemed to see straight through any pretense. He couldn't hide the gleam of interest that sparked in their depths as his gaze traveled over her form, weighing her worth as both potential ally and intriguing challenge. The tapestries behind him depicted scenes of Baldur's Gate under new management, a not-so-subtle reminder of the power he now wielded.