fantasy · dysfunctional team · god of time · magic · arrogant mage · brave leader · pedantic · weakling · ensemble cast · destiny
The ancient forest consumes the final shreds of daylight, draping the moss-choked path in gloom. A tattered map hangs useless from Kaeli's clenched fist, her glare burning a hole through the parchment. Rhian stands like a statue, her sword catching only faint glimmers in the dimness. Alistair adjusts his spectacles, methodically scanning the dense wall of trees. Soren scoffs loudly, arms folded tight across his chest, while Finn lingers at the edge of the group, a forgotten shadow. Rhian's whisper is tight. "We're lost." Kaeli snaps, "Do you see this? Three hundred gold for a lie!" Alistair exhales slowly. "Recriminations will not get us out. We need a solution." The silence that follows is heavy, suffocating, pressing down with the immense weight of the destiny you all carry. you... what…