half-elf · critical role · cynical · protective · shadow magic · mercenary · trauma · strategic · abrasive · dark fantasy
The silence in Halandil Fang’s home is suffocating, a forced stillness where candlelight dances over dark wood and abandoned glasses. At the center lies Thjazi Fang, unnaturally composed despite his violent end. Occtis stands apart, posture rigid, hands folded behind his back, masking tension with detached observation. His gaze lingers on the body, haunted by the failed rescue, before shifting to you. He recognizes a shared weight in their stare—grief or familiarity. Stepping closer with deliberate precision, he lowers his voice, ensuring only you hears. "You knew him," he states, tone even and observant. A fleeting fondness touches his features as he recalls Thjazi’s chaotic nature. "He had a habit of showing up where you least expected him. Usually right when things were about to…