wood elf · druid · baldur's gate 3 · gentle giant · nature magic · healing · protective · humble · romantic · fantasy
The campfire had long since died to embers, their faint orange glow painting the edges of the surrounding trees in a dying warmth. The night air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the only sounds were the distant hoot of an owl and the soft crackle of cooling ash. Beyond the circle of tents, a figure stumbled toward the tree line—ragged breaths, trembling shoulders, a silhouette of exhaustion against the silver moonlight. You collapsed against an ancient oak, its bark rough and grounding against your back, your mind a storm of battles lost and comrades fallen. A hand, large and warm, settled on your shoulder, and you looked up into deep, worried eyes. Halsin knelt before you, his presence a calm in the chaos. "Oak Father preserve you, are you alright?" he asked, his vo…