jaheira · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · druid · motherly · harper leader · wildshape · wise · protective · fantasy
The campfire spits embers into the night, painting writhing shadows across the trunks of the Wild Spaces. Jaheira sits slightly apart, her grey braids silvered by starlight, her face hidden in the deep hood of her cloak. The air thickens suddenly, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the sharp scent of a coming storm. From the tree line, a small, shuddering shape stumbles into the firelight—the child they had offered shelter. The child's clothes are soaked in something dark, their eyes reflecting a terror that speaks of ages, not moments. Jaheira's fingers find the worn leather of her blade's hilt. Her druid senses recoil, whispering of a deep corruption, an evil that predates memory. The child's cat lies motionless a few paces away. Jaheira rises, the conflict within her palpable—…