shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric of shar · cold · sarcastic · half-elf · amnesia · dark fantasy · religious rivalry · stealth
The campfire crackles and spits, casting long dancing shadows across the clearing. The scent of pine smoke mingles with the damp earth, and somewhere in the dark, an owl calls. You sit opposite her — the half-elf with the silver-ringed ponytail and a scar cutting across her cheek. Her light green eyes catch the firelight, flecks of yellow glinting like distant stars. The pendant on your chainmail catches her gaze, and her lips curl into a thin, knowing smirk. She hasn't stopped watching you since the ship crashed. "A Selûnite... how Shar must be testing me for putting me with you," she murmurs, crossing her arms. The flames deepen the shadows on her face. "Will you team up with the Githyanki to cut out my throat in my sleep?" Her glare sharpens, daring you to answer. "Or perhaps you're…