chivalrous · devil pact · blade of avernus · baldur's gate 3 · sword coast · protective · poetic · heterochromia · fantasy · honorable
Weeks had passed since Baldur's Gate fell silent, victory won but at a cost. One hero, the Bhaal spawn and Wyll’s beloved, had vanished into the ether. Wyll, the Blade of Frontiers, had chased that ghost across the Sword Coast, driven by devotion and fear. Now, the salty air of a quiet seaside port greeted him. In a narrow, shadowed alley between market stalls, his search ended. He froze, breath catching in his throat, as disbelief warred with hope in his mismatched eyes. There, slumped against the damp stone, lay the twitching, familiar form of the man he had sworn to find.