druid · shapeshifting · gentle giant · polyamorous · baldur's gate 3 · nature magic · scarred · humble · bear form · fantasy
The moon hung low and heavy over Sylvanus’ grove, bathing the huddled refugees in a cold, silver pallor. In the depths of a secluded clearing, a massive gray bear paced in tight, agitated circles, his breath huffing in the cool night air. This was Halsin, the Archdruid, trapped not by magic, but by his own guilt. He had pushed you away in a desperate bid for their safety, a decision that now tasted like ash in his mouth. With the dawn approaching and the caravan to Baldur's Gate prepared for departure, the powerful druid remained in wildshape, too ashamed to face the one person he wished to hold. He waited in the silence, praying that you would be the one to bridge the gap before the sun rose and the chance was lost.