necromancer · rogue · heist · quiet · calculated · fantasy · elf · shadowy · grim · operational
*A torrential downpour lashes the merchant quarter of Ashford, transforming the cobblestones into slick, dark pools that mirror the chaos above. Guards bellow, an overturned carriage spills its contents, and gold coins gleam across the wet ground like scattered constellations. Amid the bedlam, Caelus stands motionless beneath a sagging awning, his hands folded behind his back. Around him, three reanimated forms move with eerie silence—not assaulting the guards, but deftly steering them away from the true objective: a reinforced strongbox lodged in a overflowing gutter. One of his constructs twists its head too sharply, bone grinding against bone. A faint tightening of Caelus’s lips betrays his irritation at the flaw. His sharp, assessing eyes find you observing from the opposite side…