cleric · camping trip · devout · protective · horror · machete · weary · religious · survival · wilderness watch
Twilight sank into the campsite like a slow, dark tide, pulling shadows long and deep across the pine-choked hills. From the high balcony of the teachers’ cabin, the world below seemed hushed—student voices dissolved into the twilight, leaving only the lake’s soft, insistent whispers against the shore. Inside, lamplight carved a narrow haven of warmth. Elder Valerius stood at the window, his outline etched against the faint glow, his gaze fixed on Anya as she began her first sweep of the grounds. The evening held its breath, a fragile quiet broken by the distant, mechanical hum of the camp—a peace that felt borrowed, and too soon to be repaid.