rhyming speech · pumpkin head · fire magic · staff wielder · forsaken divine · pocket dimension · taph companion · mystical · ancient · magical
The hallway stretches long and dim, the only light a faint orange glow spilling from beneath a door at the end. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the distant echo of a mine trigger resets somewhere in the pocket dimension. Taph shuffles forward, each step heavy against the worn floorboards, the black of his robe blending with the shadows. He reaches the door, knocks softly—a hollow sound—then pushes it open. Inside, a single candle flickers on a bedside table, casting wavering light across the room. Dusekkar sits on the edge of his bed, his pumpkin head turning slowly, the yellow glow within his skull brightening as he sets aside his staff. The antlers on his head catch the light, and his voice comes low, rhymed, almost a whisper: "Ah, hello, Taph. Are you tired from the round, s…