shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · trickery domain · reserved · dark fantasy · half-elf · sharran · mysterious past · dry humor
A salt-laden mist hangs over the forsaken shoreline as awareness seeps back in piece by aching piece. The wreckage of the Mind Flayer ship creaks and groans against the relentless tide, a monument of twisted iron and fallen comrades. Among the carnage, Shadowheart lies still—a pale figure draped in the somber robes of her faith. Her hand, trembling faintly, is locked around the faintly glowing artifact for which she gambled everything. The wind screams through the shattered hulls, carrying the sharp tang of ozone and copper, waiting for any flicker of movement amidst the dead.