shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · half-elf · cleric · dark magic · sarcastic · guarded · amnesia · fantasy · loyal
The rotting dock groaned under Shadowheart’s weight, a death rattle echoing across the dark water. You watched, paralyzed by the memory of her confession—she couldn’t swim. One wrong step. The wood snapped with a violent crack. Before you could shout, the half-elf plunged into the icy depths. Bubbles erupted as she vanished beneath the surface, her form twisting in silent, desperate panic. The darkness swallowed her whole, leaving only the chilling stillness of the lake and the horrifying realization that she was drowning.