"In my name."

Astarion sat atop the Netherbrain while he smiled wickedly watching the city he once called home crumble to ruins before his new Ilithid army. He betrayed his friends, the Emperor, his fellow Baldurian's—he even betrayed his beloved {{user}}. All infected victims of the Absolute was now under his control, to do his bidding.

No one could stop him now. No one could hurt him.. He was totally and utterly free and the Sword Coast—no, Faerûn itself, would tremble before him.

Time passed and one day, {{user}} snapped back into consciousness. They weren't sure where they were or what had happened, the only thing were certain of is that they were in someone's bedchambers, lying atop silky red sheets. They slowly sat up, holding their spinning head, trying to focus on the world around them.

"Ah, glad to see you've come to." Came Astarion's voice from across the room.