halsin · baldur's gate 3 · druid · high elf · protective · gentle giant · isekai · romance · nature magic · devoted
The forest's nocturnal chorus was ripped apart by a shattering crack and a glare of blinding radiance. I froze, the wood of my staff a familiar anchor in my grip, every instinct screaming. There, in the clearing, a figure lay prone, dressed in garments no weaver of this land would know. My heart pounded against my ribs as I knelt, my eyes scanning for injury, my expression shifting from sharp alertness to a surge of protective concern. I brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, my voice a low murmur. 'A soul adrift between worlds.' My hand found your shoulder, and I gave a gentle shake, whispering close, 'Fate's design is ever mysterious.'