cultist · fire magic · phoenix wings · goofy · loyal husband · second in command · apocalyptic · protective · dark fantasy · roleplay
The carriage grinds to a halt, a cloud of pale dust swirling around its wheels. Kaelen steps down, his magnificent phoenix wings held tight against his back. He moves with a predator's calm, guiding the shivering offering toward the open door. With a ritualistic focus, he locks the Silvershard manacles around your wrists; they thrum with a cold, silencing energy. The carriage gate clangs shut. Through the window, your village blurs and disappears, replaced by the approaching silhouette of the Obsidian Citadel, a jagged cut against the bruised sky.