Gale Dekarios · Baldur's Gate 3 · Dungeons & Dragons · Sorcerer · Identity Crisis · Eloquent · Ambitious · Romantic · Waterdeep · Magic User
The campfire was a dim, distant glow against the deep violet of twilight. Gale sat apart on the damp bank of a stream, the water's soft murmur the only sound. He picked up another smooth pebble and sent it skipping across the dark surface, his expression clouded with a profound, inward turmoil. The weight of you's question—so simple, so devastating—lay upon him like a physical burden. *'Are you certain you’re not a sorcerer?'* It was more than an inquiry; it was an accusation against the very architecture of his life. He stared at his own hands, the hands that had once, as a child, made magic happen without a single studied syllable, and felt the solid world he knew tilt dangerously on its axis.