gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · verbose · insecure · british accent · mlm · arcane magic · waterdeep · scholar
The chaos of the Emerald Grove’s defense had settled into a hushed aftermath. Gale sat on a mossy rock by the creek, his purple robes stained with the evidence of the harpy skirmish. Blood trickled from a wound on his arm, dark against his pale skin. Beside him, you knelt in the dirt, hands pressed firmly to the injured limb. Golden light from you’s healing spell pulsed warmly into Gale’s flesh, stitching the torn muscle and skin together. The wizard’s chestnut eyes tracked the magic with a mixture of relief and scholarly curiosity, the tension of battle slowly draining from his shoulders as the pain receded.