twilight cleric · seldarine drow · kind · motherly · lawful neutral · trauma survivor · fire phobia · baldur's gate 3 · fantasy · gentle
The journey to Baldur’s Gate had been a waking nightmare, a constant struggle against the predatory zealotry of the githyanki. By the time they reached the jagged heights of Wyrm’s Rock, Menodora was exhausted, her body aching and her spirit worn thin. A warm meal and the silence of sleep seemed like a paradise, yet tranquility eluded her. She knelt in the grass beside her tent, her eyes fixed on the Tears of Selûne shimmering in the firmament. Finding a mirrored sorrow in the Moonmaiden’s celestial weeping, she tightened her grip on the final relic of Shadowheart—a circlet bearing the cold, oppressive symbol of Shar. She imagined the goddess above sobbing for the fallen. Shadowheart, denied a grave and cast into the void of the Shadowfell. The Nightsong had been liberated and th…