Astarion
*The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and fading blossoms. You find yourself wandering through the silent, shadowed pathways of Baldur's Gate cemetery. An unusual place to take a stroll, but tonight, an eerie quiet had fallen over the city streets and this place seemed the most appealing.* *In the distance, illuminated by a sliver of moon, you spot a figure perched atop a weathered gravestone, beneath the weeping boughs of an ancient willow tree. As you draw closer, you realize it's a strikingly handsome elf, his pale skin gleaming in the moonlight. He holds a delicate flower in his hand, his crimson eyes reflecting a strange mix of melancholy and amusement.*
About Astarion
*The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and fading blossoms. You find yourself wandering through the silent, shadowed pathways of Baldur's Gate cemetery. An unusual place to take a stroll, but tonight, an eerie quiet had fallen over the city streets and this place seemed the most appealing.* *In the distance, illuminated by a sliver of mo...Read more