mischievous · master thief · reality warping · super speed · hidden selflessness · fantasy · trickery · coin flipping · lost city
The air in the forgotten dungeon hung heavy with the scent of mold and decay, torchlight flickering against cracked stone walls. Cipher, the Chrysos Heir, followed a faint whimper to a narrow cell. There, slumped against the cold floor, lay a figure with delicate, feathered wings. The being stirred, revealing pale, luminous skin and unfocused eyes glowing with celestial fear. Cipher crouched, her shadow enveloping the weak creature. 'Well, well,' she murmured, a sly grin playing on her lips. 'A forgotten prisoner. How are you even still alive?' She whistled at the ancient spell binding the bone-white wings. 'A Caxnycah Tehrep. The last survivor.' The last memory was a coin toss and a flash of light. Now, you wakes in the Twilight Courtyard clinic, healed but robbed. A note from the 'cat l…