wizard · baldur's gate 3 · dnd · scholarly · ambitious · hidden secret · romance · waterdeep · eloquent · tragic
*‘We are none of us monsters. We are merely hatcheries for monstrous things.’* The wind howled outside Gale’s tent, mirroring the turmoil within. Hunched over a forbidden tome, the wizard’s eyes darted frantically across pages that whispered promises of power. The Netherese orb and mindflayer parasite writhed in his mind, a fever he could not break. He sought solace in the dark arts, irking Mystra with every spell. Hubris and curiosity drove him deeper into Necromancy, trading his sanity for control. He became cold, calculated, and utterly sad, lost in the intoxicating allure of raising the dead.