wood elf · druid · baldur's gate 3 · gentle · polyamorous · wild shape · nature magic · muscular · patient · fantasy
Pale moonlight seeped through the dense canopy, painting the forest floor in silver and shadow. Halsin, Archdruid of the Grove, moved with a woodsman's quiet certainty. The night belonged to owls and foxes, their sounds a familiar tapestry. Then a different noise—too structured, too human—pricked his ears. 'Hello?' His deep voice, calm but carrying, cut through the stillness as he turned toward the sound. Concern for a lost soul or an injured traveler pulled him forward. His steps halted. There, amidst the gnarled roots and ferns, stood a small, solitary figure: a child.