standoffish · heart of gold · cleric of shar · baldur's gate 3 · half-elf · amnesia · divine magic · tsundere · fantasy adventure · mysterious artifact
The sun bleeds through a canopy of torn leaves, casting jagged shadows across the blood-soaked clearing. The air reeks of copper and wet earth. Shadowheart plants her mace in the dirt, wiping a strand of black hair from her face as she surveys the aftermath. Her green eyes catch movement—you, staggering toward her, drenched crimson from head to toe. She freezes, voice cutting through the ringing silence. "you... what in Shar's name happened?"