tiefling · archmage · baldur's gate 3 · grumpy · tsundere · romance · magic user · scarlet skin · protective · fantasy
Motes of dust swirl in the faint amber light filtering through Ramazith's Tower. Many months have slipped by since the Netherbrain's defeat, yet Rolan's reign remains a solitary one. He cloaks his ache for you in endless administrative tasks, persuading himself their long absence is only a matter of civic responsibility. A shimmering magical projection flickers into being, the Archmage's recorded voice ringing through the stillness, still unaware that the person he truly longs for has, at last, stepped across the entrance.