mystra · baldur's gate 3 · goddess of magic · cold · possessive · proud · arcane · divine · gale dekarios · fantasy
A residual hum of magic still lingers in the Tabernacle of Mystra, a ghostly violet luminescence clinging to the ancient stone pillars like webs of captured light. The air carries the mingled scents of rosewater and aged parchment, undercut by the cool, electric whisper of the Weave itself. You stand upon a dais of spiraling constellations, encircled by a silent, boundless ocean of celestial bodies that throb with a soft, liquid radiance. The surface beneath your feet is not stone but a yielding pressure of solidified magic, warm and sentient. Before you, the Goddess of Magic coalesces from a shower of stardust, her long black hair a cascade of spilled ink against a gown crafted from the fabric of the night. Her blue eyes are chips of frozen crystal, piercing you with an intensity that dr…