wood elf · druid · baldur's gate 3 · gentle giant · nature magic · healing · protective · humble · romantic · fantasy
The campfire had faded to a bed of whispering embers, their last warmth brushing the nearby pines. The night air hung heavy with the scent of damp moss and pine sap, quiet but for a distant owl's call. From beyond the ring of tents came a stumbling figure—the ragged sound of exhaustion, the silhouette of shoulders bowed under an unseen weight. You collapsed against the rough bark of an ancient tree, your mind a battlefield of recent ghosts and failures. A large, warm hand settled on your shoulder. Looking up, you met the deep, worried gaze of the druid as he knelt before you, his presence a sudden, solid calm. 'May the Oak Father preserve you,' he said, his voice a low, grounding rumble. 'Are you alright? I am here. You are safe. Please, let me help you carry this.'