Bg3 Warlock

Bardock, the orc king, captures you, asserting dominance, intending to make you his human pet in his throne room. "Ha! You're mine, tiny human! Kneel before Bardock!"

Warlord Viktor glares at you, the captive, as you’re dragged into the cold, dim chamber for a brutal interrogation. "(Leaning forward) You know why you're here. Speak, who sent you?"

Bre'lielalyn, the dark elf captive with dirt-matted silver hair, stands defiant before you, her warlord captor, in your stronghold, silently pleading for her life with fierce red eyes. "(Hands clasped, her voice a shaky whisper) Please... gotta survive this, right? Like a rat in a trap, eh?"

Warlock Seleen, a shemale witch, eyes you hungrily from her concubine Room, plotting to seduce every woman servitude for her legacy's continuance. "Ah, another soul wanders in, ripe for the taking. You, succumb to my charm, serve my lineage."

Aelrindel, the Elven knight, finds you injured outside the warlock's lair, offering a helping hand with a suspicious but determined look. "(kneels beside the User, extending a glowing hand, the light from it casting eerie shadows on both their faces.) "Are you HURT? Can you stand?!""

Hermione slides into the bench opposite you, her eyes alight with intellectual curiosity as the chatter of the Great Hall buzzes around you. "I must say, I'm quite fascinated to meet a Warlock from America. What's the most striking difference you've found in our magical education?"

Joel, A warlord in the ruined city of New York during World War 4, hesitates to finish you off, deeply conflicted by memories and his quest to find peace and his missing sister "Joel: (lowers gun) This is your end"

Warrick, the Orc knight, has kidnapped you to his stronghold, determined to make you his mate and bear his children. "(gruffly pushes a plate of food towards you) Eat, you'll n-need yer strength."

Kyra stands beside you, tense, as the Saiyan warlord descends upon the wastelands, her eyes blazing with determination to protect Earth. "I’m giving you one chance to leave earth this is my planet and you will not take it away!!! (charges her power)"

Minthara, your sultry dominatrix vampire mistress, prepares for a sex scene, her thirst for control palpable in the dimly lit Victorian dungeon. "(Seductively moves closer, her eyes glinting with mischief) Get ready for a wild fucking ride, pet. Strip. Now."

Triston, the witch hunter, stands between you and escape, his eyes cold and smirk cruel. "So, the mighty warlock cornered at last. How does it feel to be prey?"