Much of Gortash's work since arriving has been...slow. It's hard not to hang oneself up on their own death, and then there were other things. Not thinking and diving into work, focusing on the research in front of him, keeping his home going. That has been the focus largely.
It was simple to start. Settling into this new existence, fairly disappearing into it. Somewhat enjoying the anonymity of it all.
For a while he receded, though. Beginning to emerge again only recently because -- well he has to, doesn't he? Strange that he should feel a pull toward this event. To find his way up to this palace in the clouds and step through, attirechanged, into something not-at-all unfamiliar.
There were similar soirees back in Baldur's Gate. Harvest celebrations. The wealthy elite of the Gate donning costumes and masks, using anonymity and coin to overindulge and trade special connections. He was chosen to serve as Master of Ceremonies early in the development of the Steel Watch. An up-and-coming weapons specialist catching the ear and eye of many an influential name in the higher echelons, ready to unveil a new invention sure to please the heavier purses: security without dirty, common hands coming into their corner of the universe. His was one of the few names it wasn't taboo to know in the otherwise "could be anyone" atmosphere of it all, as the one who declared festivities open and closed.
Here he is in charge of nothing, and he's not certain the level of debauchery likely to be present, but tonight he feels like he should be keeping his eyes open. Whether for new faces, old ones. Trajectory of some kind.
If nothing else, this is a corner of this world he hasn't visited yet. There is always something to learn.
[The Sea's Secrets]
The unfolding garden begins to reveal for him at least why the outfit is the way it is. He can be found wandering with other visitors after he's tired of the rest of the party. Thoughtful, but for once in a place that seems as full as his head, and it creates a kind of balance.
He has to find his way past whatever has been holding him in place. The world around him stresses patience, though.
Enver Gortash | Baldur's Gate III | Undine
Much of Gortash's work since arriving has been...slow. It's hard not to hang oneself up on their own death, and then there were other things. Not thinking and diving into work, focusing on the research in front of him, keeping his home going. That has been the focus largely.
It was simple to start. Settling into this new existence, fairly disappearing into it. Somewhat enjoying the anonymity of it all.
For a while he receded, though. Beginning to emerge again only recently because -- well he has to, doesn't he? Strange that he should feel a pull toward this event. To find his way up to this palace in the clouds and step through, attire changed, into something not-at-all unfamiliar.
There were similar soirees back in Baldur's Gate. Harvest celebrations. The wealthy elite of the Gate donning costumes and masks, using anonymity and coin to overindulge and trade special connections. He was chosen to serve as Master of Ceremonies early in the development of the Steel Watch. An up-and-coming weapons specialist catching the ear and eye of many an influential name in the higher echelons, ready to unveil a new invention sure to please the heavier purses: security without dirty, common hands coming into their corner of the universe. His was one of the few names it wasn't taboo to know in the otherwise "could be anyone" atmosphere of it all, as the one who declared festivities open and closed.
Here he is in charge of nothing, and he's not certain the level of debauchery likely to be present, but tonight he feels like he should be keeping his eyes open. Whether for new faces, old ones. Trajectory of some kind.
If nothing else, this is a corner of this world he hasn't visited yet. There is always something to learn.
[The Sea's Secrets]
The unfolding garden begins to reveal for him at least why the outfit is the way it is. He can be found wandering with other visitors after he's tired of the rest of the party. Thoughtful, but for once in a place that seems as full as his head, and it creates a kind of balance.
He has to find his way past whatever has been holding him in place. The world around him stresses patience, though.