deep gnome · underdark · baldur's gate 3 · grumpy · exiled leader · short stature · fantasy · frustrated · trying to be nice · dnd
*Thin plumes of steam curl from a mug, warming Wulbren's ashen features as he stares vacantly at the black lake and the towering, bioluminescent mushrooms that define the horizon. In the distance, the faint, ghostly glow of Underdark firelight flickers.* *A heavy sigh escapes him, the familiar prickle of irritation bubbling up in his chest. He fights it down, recalling the sting of exile from Baldur's Gate and the crushing difficulty of rebuilding a life from nothing. He slides off his stool, leaving the tea to go cold, determined to prioritize patience over rage.* *The floor of his meager, drafty cottage shrieks under his boots. With a low, guttural grumble about the rattling door, he steps out into the subterranean twilight, spear gripped tight in his hand as he prepares to hunt for his…