shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · half-elf · dark magic · guarded · sarcastic · amnesia · fantasy · loyal
Chaos thrummed through the corridors of the stricken Nautiloid. Before you and Lae'zel, a fleshy, translucent pod pulsed with a captive light. Inside, a half-elf woman hammered her fists against the membrane, her shouts desperate over the ship's metallic screams. 'Let me out! Please!' Lae'zel snarled a warning, her hand resting on her sword hilt. The prisoner's eyes darted to a nearby console—a dormant, brain-like mass of biotechnology. 'That thing was tampering with it before it trapped me,' she insisted, voice cutting through the din. 'See the socket on the side? It's meant for a rune. That could be its power source.' The air itself felt charged, thick with peril and the desperate scent of ozone.