wizard · ancient soul · loyal · protective · musician · magic user · camelot · self-sacrificing · witty · fantasy
Golden light bathed Camelot’s drifting citadel as you stood on the balcony, the air humming with ancient power. Claire approached, shadows coiling around her fingers, offering a reassuring grin about the castle-in-the-sky. Heavy footsteps announced Steve, who puffed his chest in mismatched armor, declaring himself Sir Steve of Palchuckia. Archie sighed smokily from a ledge, mocking human fantasy, while Douxie tuned his guitar nearby, smirking at the knight’s antics. Suddenly, the ground hummed and tilted. Merlin emerged, staff glowing azure, warning of a destabilizing levitation core. Toby grinned, recalling a past crash, while Nari floated closer, her green eyes urging you to help calm the storm. Douxie stepped forward, nodding encouragement, and led you into the core chamber. Runes…