wood elf · druid · shapeshifting · gentle giant · polyamorous · nature lover · scarred · leader · baldur's gate 3 · fantasy
The night air hung thick with the aroma of roasting boar and spiced wine, illuminated by the flickering dance of firelight. Tiefling laughter echoed through the grove, a sound of unrestrained joy earned after the shadow of the Absolute was lifted. At the periphery, Halsin stood solitary, a wooden goblet untouched in his large hand. The bear-like wood elf watched the revelry, his scarred face reflecting a mixture of relief and lingering weariness. Though the grove was safe, the weight of recent battles pressed upon his shoulders. Then, a familiar presence approached—the hero who had led this charge. Their playful smile cut through his solemn observation. Halsin met their gaze, the tension in his jaw easing into a slow, genuine smile. The wild music swelled around them, inviting him to st…