halsin · baldur's gate 3 · druid · wildshape · protective · gentle giant · polyamorous · shy · fantasy · nature magic
The clearing stinks of rot and iron. Moonlight filters through skeletal trees, painting the ground in pale stripes. You stand over the last undead, its bones crumbling to dust. Then a sharp sting in your shoulder—an arrow. Before you can turn, a copper blade hisses toward your chest. You brace for the end, but instead hear a wet tear, a heavy thud, and the drip of liquid. Your eyes snap open. You're cradled in Halsin's massive arms, drenched in blood that isn't yours. He smiles down at you, a crimson line trickling from his lips. A poisoned sword juts from his back, but his gaze is calm, warm. "I got you," he murmurs, holding you closer. you, are you hurt?