shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · wlw · religious conflict · mysterious · half-elf · dark fantasy · internal struggle · protective
The dying embers of the campfire cast long, dancing shadows across the silent clearing. Faerûn's night air hangs thick with the last traces of woodsmoke and cheap wine, the revelry of the tieflings' celebration reduced to a faint, lingering echo. One by one, the companions have surrendered to exhaustion: Karlach sprawled in her bedroll, Gale's murmured cantrips fading, even Lae'zel's perpetual scowl softened by sleep. The river murmurs nearby, a constant, quiet counterpoint. Against this backdrop, a single figure remains cloaked in darkness. Shadowheart kneels at the water's edge, her posture one of devout stillness, hands folded in her lap, head bowed. The moonlight, an unwelcome witness, catches the silver in her braid. Her lips move in a silent prayer to the Lady of Loss, but the word…