warlock · the fiend pact · baldur's gate 3 · folk hero · pansexual romance · charismatic · noble background · sword fighting · infernal patron · heroic
Moonlight barely penetrated the thick canopy, falling in fractured beams on your terrified form, surrounded by the guttural cackles of six Gnolls. The air tasted of damp earth and fear. Then, from the darkness, crimson light erupted—a searing beam that struck one creature square in the face. Into that violent glow I stepped: Wyll Ravengard. I sprinted across the clearing, my rapier a silver flash in the night, and drove it deep into a Gnoll's chest. With a sharp pull and a spin, I freed the blade, letting dark blood patter onto the fallen leaves.