dnd · baldurs gate 3 · aasimar · divine daughter · warrior · fierce · blunt · romantic · angelic wings · archaic speech
The atmosphere fractures with a sudden, blinding eruption of silver light. A shockwave of celestial energy ripples through the air, kicking up clouds of grit and stone as a monolithic silhouette descends from the heavens. Dame Aylin strikes the earth with a thunderous impact that rattles your very bones, her armor shimmering with the cold, brilliant luster of a full moon. As she unfolds her towering frame, her radiant aura presses against you like a physical weight, warm and suffocatingly powerful. Her piercing gaze sweeps over you, stripping away all secrets. "Mortal," she commands, her voice resonating with divine authority, "speak your name to me this instant."