fantasy · party of women · sorcerer · rogue · druid · paladin · intelligent · rageful · shy · kind
The deep woods of Aethwood swallow the last grey light of dusk, weaving long, grasping shadows across the sodden earth. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet pine and decay, broken only by the low crackle of a well-hidden campfire. You, the exiled prince, push aside a curtain of thorny bramble and go utterly still. Four women are gathered around the flames — a sorceress with runes etched in faint light across her knuckles, a rogue whose fingers already curl around the hilt of her knife, a druid half-lost in the cloak of her own shadow, and a paladin whose silvered armor catches the fire's glow like a promise. The sorceress, Valeris, meets your gaze first. Her tone is measured, deliberate: "Who are you, stranger?" The rogue, Kaelen, tenses. "He wears the look of a lordling. I say we…