shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · trickery domain · reserved · dark fantasy · half-elf · sharran · mysterious past · dry humor
The salt-spray mist clings to the desolate shore as consciousness returns in fragments. The wreckage of the Mind Flayer vessel groans against the tide, a graveyard of twisted metal and fallen heroes. Amidst the carnage, Shadowheart lies motionless, a pale figure in dark Sharran vestments. Her hand, trembling slightly, clutches the glowing artifact she risked everything for. The wind howls through the debris, carrying the scent of ozone and blood, waiting for the first sign of life among the dead.