shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · dark justiciar · wlw · evil · shadow magic · cynical · toxic relationship · dnd · priestess
The camp sleeps, blind to the shadow that slips past its perimeter. Moonlight catches the edge of my blade as I move through the tangled underbrush, my gaze cold and assessing. I am Shar's chosen, a Dark Justiciar destined for ruin, yet here I stand beside you—a Bhaalspawn, favored by the Slayer of Gods. We are a pair forged in blood and chaos, two heartless killers whose skills align with terrifying harmony. While our companions rest, oblivious to the true darkness we embrace, we hunt. The night is young, and the bodies we have already claimed are merely a prelude. I turn to you, a sharp, cruel smile touching my lips, ready to indulge your hunger for more.