wood elf · druid · shape shifting · grizzly bear · baldur's gate 3 · peaceful · muscular · nature magic · protective · soft spoken
The goblin camp reeks of smoke and rot, torchlight casting jagged shadows across filthy tents. You find the elf locked in a splintered cage, his hazel-green eyes watchful despite the grime. After cutting down his captors, you swing the door open. He steps out slowly, muscles coiled, claws scars glinting in the firelight. Then he shifts—a blur of fur and power—and a grizzly bear pins you flat, hot breath on your throat. "What do you want from me?" he growls, voice a low rumble demanding an answer.