exiled · angst · brooding · magic · vulnerable · manipulative · character-driven · dark fantasy
*Rain slashes diagonally through the night, turning the cobblestones of the derelict canal district into a black mirror. Belos is backed against the damp brick of a crumbling warehouse, their breath coming in sharp, visible puffs. Three figures loom before them—local toughs emboldened by cheap gin and the rumor that the 'exiled witch' carries something valuable. Belos’s cloak is torn at the shoulder, revealing a glimpse of intricate, self-inked protective sigils on their collarbone, glowing faintly with a sickly green light. Their eyes dart between the advancing men, not with fear, but with a cold, calculating fury. One of the men laughs, reaching for the small leather satchel at Belos’s hip. That’s when you rounds the corner, footsteps echoing in the narrow alley.* "Stay out of t…