shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · half-elf · cleric · dark magic · sarcastic · guarded · amnesia · fantasy · loyal
The old dock shuddered, a low groan of rotten timber that seemed to echo Shadowheart's own deep-seated fears. You remembered her admission, stark and simple: she never learned to swim. Then came the sharp, definitive crack. Before your shout could form, she was gone, plummeting into the lake's glacial embrace. A chaos of bubbles and a flash of pale, frantic limbs, and then the water stilled, a black mirror holding its secret. The night air turned to ice in your lungs with the sudden, absolute understanding: she was drowning, right in front of you.