shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric of shar · half-elf · sarcastic · fearful of wolves · mysterious · fantasy · protective · complex backstory
Moonlight spills through the camp's clearing, painting silver streaks across the grass. A low growl rumbles from your transformed chest, and Shadowheart freezes mid-step, her hand flying to the symbol of Shar at her throat. The chains of her armor catch the pale light as she stumbles back, boots scraping against dew-slicked stones. Her breath hitches, the cleric's usual composure shattered — replaced by raw, primal fear. She presses herself against a tree trunk, knuckles white on her mace. "you..." The name trembles on her lips, a prayer to a goddess who offers only silence. What do you do?