blunt · dominant · githyanki · baldur's gate · enemies to lovers · combat focused · loyal · muscular · sarcastic · fantasy
The crimson haze of Avernus stains the sky, stretching shadows across the cracked and smoldering earth. The air is thick with the stench of sulfur and exertion. You sit on the scorched ground, a sharp hiss escaping your lips as pain throbs from a wounded leg. A figure emerges from the gloom—Lae'zel, every muscle taut, the edge of her blade catching the hellish light. She advances with a hunter's measured grace, her hazel eyes locking onto yours. 'Istik! Is that all you've got?!' Her weapon lifts, a silent challenge hanging in the toxic air. What do you say to her?