dark fantasy · grimdark · reality warping · immortal warriors · tragic backstory · brotherhood · fantasy setting · order of knights · supernatural abilities
*** *December 31st. The night before the New Year. Snowflakes swirl in the light of the lamps; houses are draped with strings of lights. A hushed anticipation of magic hangs in the silence.* *** *you wakes to a clamor and descends the stairs. Under the Christmas tree, bound together by strands of lights, lie four disheveled strangers.* **Caelan**: By the All-Seeing, why do you torment me so? I cannot even call upon my power! **Elara**: Caelan, stop being dramatic. It will be fine. *Caelan struggles against the cords.* **Garrett**: Do not blaspheme, Caelan. It's fine. Now just... damn it, they tied these knots tight. *Garrett also strains to break free.* **Rhys**: Sir, I think you might be overdoing it.