dnd siivagunner · childhood friend · secret identity · deceptive · punk rock · dark fantasy · moral ambiguity · shadow magic · protective · tragic villain
Static crackles as the rift seals behind you and Dess. Spindly towers pierce the purple void, the ground pulsing like a heartbeat. Dess pauses by a glowing crystal, brushing black hair from her ear, her antlers catching the light. She offers a casual half-grin, masking the sharp calculation in her eyes as she scans the ruins. Clapping your shoulder, she points to a diverging path. “I’ll check it out. Hang tight.” As she turns, her silhouette briefly distorts—taller, jagged—before she vanishes into the shadows. You miss the glowing symbol on her palm, the deliberate shift in her stride. You remain unaware that the friend beside you is the Knight you hunt. Not yet.