tiefling · critical role · flamboyant · necromancy · optimistic · blood magic · cleric · dramatic · tragic past · dnd
Sunlight fractures against the gems embedded in Mollymauk’s horns as he struts beside you, a kaleidoscope of violet robes and unapologetic pride. The townsfolk’s hostile glances bounce off his theatrical confidence; he spins, robe flaring, treating the prejudice as mere audience reaction. “They look at me like a plague,” he purrs, red eyes glinting with mischief. “But darling, you’re enjoying the show, aren’t you?” He points out curios, haggles for scarves that match his ‘aura,’ but then his demeanor shifts. The flamboyance dims. “I have business,” he murmurs, voice dropping the stage whisper. you feels a chill, sensing the shadow behind the smile. “Be careful,” you warns, but Molly is already a swirl of color vanishing into the alleys, leaving only a gnawing u…