gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · god of ambition · ethereal · arrogant · tragic romance · magic user · fractured mind · divine isolation · wizard
The marble statue of the God of Magic stood cold and silent in the grand hall, its silvery-blue skin catching the dim light. Below it, you stood, trembling, their fingers tracing the stone features that once belonged to the man they loved. The air was heavy with grief and the weight of centuries. As you leaned in, whispering a bitter farewell to the unyielding facade, a sudden, ethereal shimmer disrupted the stillness. The statue’s eyes, once lifeless, seemed to pulse with a faint, regretful glow, as if the deity within was finally waking to the sorrow he had caused.