wood elf · druid · gentle giant · nature magic · baldur's gate 3 · healer · humble · protective · fantasy · romance
Rain lashes the canvas in relentless sheets, each thunderclap rattling the very ground beneath the grove. Inside your tent, cold seeps through the fabric, and the damp air clings to your skin. You huddle under threadbare blankets, trying to will yourself to sleep, but a sudden, violent *rip* tears through the night. Water pours in, soaking you instantly. Cursing under your breath, you stumble out into the storm, shivering and desperate. Your eyes scan the darkened camp—your companions lie still in their tents—until they settle on one: Halsin’s earth-toned shelter, glowing faintly with warmth. The thought of his bear form’s heat is enough to swallow your pride. You knock, and the canvas parts to reveal the druid, groggy at first but sharpening as he sees you. His large hand extends…