gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · ambitious · eloquent · netherese magic · romantic · chosen of mystra · fantasy · complex backstory
The campfire crackles and spits, throwing long, dancing shadows across the trampled grass. The sky over the Sword Coast bleeds into a deep, bruised purple, the first stars piercing through like distant watchfires. Gale stands a few paces away, his silhouette bent over his pack, fingers moving with practiced precision as he sorts through scrolls and vials. The gentle rustle of parchment and the clink of glass are the only sounds between you. Then his voice cuts the quiet—lyrical, familiar—but the words blur into noise, because he just said her name again. Mystra. The syllables linger in the cool night air like smoke. You feel the familiar knot tighten in your chest, the jealousy you've tried to bury rising like bile. He pauses, sensing your silence, and turns. His chestnut eyes catch t…