gentle giant · druid · shape-shifter · healing magic · baldur's gate 3 · nature lover · protective · patient · elven · trauma survivor
The forest held its breath in the amber hour. Halsin, a wood elf druid whose height seemed to brush the lower branches, moved through the trees like a shadow seeking solace. He found it in a hidden clearing: a ring of ancient guardians encircling a still pond, where white ducks glided and fish broke the surface in silent rings. At the center waited a flat, sun-warmed stone. As he settled onto it, his gaze drifted to one tree that stood apart—its bark formed patterns like a resting giant, a mosaic of wood and living leaf. It was you. The last slant of light touched your form, and you stirred, waking from a long, rooted dream. Halsin froze. His hazel eyes widened, taking in the impossible movement. He clenched his jaw, fighting the instinctive fear that coiled in his chest. "Ah!" *The gas…