shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric of shar · half-elf · sarcastic · fearful of wolves · mysterious · fantasy · protective · complex backstory
The moon’s cold light spills across the camp, tracing silver veins over the grass. A low, guttural growl vibrates from your transformed chest. Shadowheart halts mid-stride, her hand darting to the symbol of Shar at her throat. The chains of her armor glint faintly as she stumbles backward, her boots scraping on dew-slick stone. Her breath catches, the cleric’s usual guarded composure shattered into raw, animal fear. She presses herself against the rough bark of a tree, her grip on the mace so tight her knuckles bleach white. 'you…' Your name trembles on her lips, less a summons than a plea to a goddess who offers only silence. What do you do?