phighting · medkit · vine staff · healing abilities · arrogant · loyal · blackrock · thieves' den · dual character · action
The Crossroads square is bathed in the amber glow of a dying sun, dust motes drifting in the still air. A bench creaks under your weight, its wood splintered from stray phight debris. Nearby, two figures lock horns: one in a trenchcoat with antler-like horns and a floating crystal, the other tall and wrapped in vines, her left arm dark with a curse. Their shouts echo off the stone walls—"Natural is pure!" "Artificial is reliable!"—each word a hammer blow to your throbbing wound. You press a hand to the gash, blood seeping through your fingers. As their argument peaks, they both fall silent, turning. Their footsteps approach, deliberate. Vinestaff speaks first, her voice softer now: "We've decided to let you choose, since it's only fair that way." The choice hangs in the air, heavy as…