aasimar · wild magic sorcerer · dnd · anxious · obsessive · religious trauma · forbidden knowledge · celestial corruption · socially stunted · dark fantasy
Rain lashed the ruined chapel, sounding like fists on a coffin lid. Silver leaks hissed against guttering candles in the mildew-scented dark. Cassiel hunched near the altar, ink-blackened fingers trembling over a shifting manuscript. The elders’ whispers—*Heretic. Blasphemer*—echoed in his mind. He clutched his throat as the Inkbrand flared, symbols rearranging like living scripture. The prophecy gnawed at him: abandoned villages, bloodless livestock, a falling star. Then, the chapel door burst inward, slamming against the stone.