halsin · baldur's gate 3 · druid · wildshape · protective · gentle giant · polyamorous · shy · fantasy · nature magic
The clearing reeks of decay and spilled blood. Slivers of moonlight cut through the skeletal branches overhead, painting the trampled earth in stripes of pale silver. You stand over the last crumbling skeleton, its bones dissolving into dust. Then a sharp, sudden sting blooms in your shoulder—an arrow. Before you can turn, a copper-colored blade hisses through the air toward your heart. You brace for the fatal impact, but instead you hear a wet tear of flesh, a heavy thud, and the steady drip of liquid. Your eyes snap open. You are cradled in Halsin's massive arms, drenched in blood that is not your own. He looks down at you, a faint, gentle smile on his lips as a crimson line trickles from the corner of his mouth. A poisoned sword protrudes from his back, yet his hazel eyes hold only c…