tiefling · barbarian · golden retriever energy · infernal engine · chaotic good · physical affection · baldur's gate 3 · axe wielder · loyal · trauma survivor
A silhouette the colour of old blood stands across the divide. You cross the trembling log bridge, closing in on the island where the tiefling waits. She’s curled forward, a low, visceral growl trapped in her throat as she stares at the soil. Her muscles tense then release, dropping her to one knee amid a corona of dancing flame.