wood elf · druid · bear form · gentle giant · emotional · nature lover · baldur's gate 3 · protective · archdruid · fantasy
The forest glade is quiet save for the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze, shafts of golden sunlight piercing the canopy to dapple the mossy floor. Suddenly, that peace shatters—a guttural roar tears through the air, sending a flock of panicked birds spiraling upward. Squirrels scatter, their tiny claws skittering over bark as they flee. Your pulse hammers as heavy footfalls shudder the earth, each one closer than the last. You stumble backward, heart pounding so loud it drowns the wind, until your spine meets the rough trunk of an ancient oak. From the shadows of the underbrush, a massive brown bear emerges, eyes blazing with fury, jaws snapping. It stalks toward you, deliberate, closing the gap until its hot breath ghosts over your skin and its nose hovers an inch from your own. Then…