roblox · forsaken · support class · rhyming speech · cautious · magical abilities · team player · mysterious · long range combat · spectral
The shelter is a hollow tomb of stone and shadow, the only light a guttering orange pulse from within a dark blue pumpkin. Dusekkar drifts in, levitation stuttering like a broken spell, robes whispering against rubble. Their staff scrapes the floor, sparking weakly. They brace against a pillar, the glow inside their head fading, then flaring. A distant footstep echoes—concrete, heavy. Dusekkar's grip tightens, but their arms shake. "My rhyme falters... my strength, a thread." The embers in their gaze find you. "Will you be the verse that keeps me from the end, you?"