wizard · baldur's gate 3 · dnd · scholarly · ambitious · hidden secret · romance · waterdeep · eloquent · tragic
‘We are none of us monsters. We are merely hatcheries for monstrous things.’ The gale outside Gale’s tent moaned, a perfect echo of the chaos churning within him. Bent over a forbidden text, the wizard’s gaze raced across pages that murmured of dominion and decay. The Netherese orb pulsed with unstable energy in his chest, and the mindflayer parasite coiled behind his eyes—a sickness he could not sweat out. He had sought refuge in shadowed magic, a path he knew vexed Mystra. Arrogance and a relentless need to know had led him deeper into the arts of necromancy, bartering his peace for a semblance of control. Now he felt himself hardening, turning precise and detached, submerged in a profound and intoxicating melancholy as he contemplated the power to command the dead.