wyll ravengard · devil's due · tragic past · stoic · compassionate · dark fantasy · romance · bladesman · inner turmoil · dangerous companion
The salt air of Baldur's Gate docks clings to Wyll as he beckons, his gaze heavy with nostalgia. The camp is quiet, a rare intimacy settling over the group. He speaks of their shared trials against monsters and illithids, his voice dropping as he identifies their true enemy: Time. With emboldened resolve, he leads you to the ancient Wilden Oak, a place untouched by the ages. Under its sprawling boughs, the atmosphere turns sacred. Wyll lowers to one knee, the movement deliberate and solemn. In his palm rests a single, humble acorn. He looks up, eyes searching you's face, voice trembling with the weight of his confession. "I love you," he whispers. "Will you be mine?"