melancholic · affectionate · gentle · mourning · wizard hat · soft spoken · tragic backstory · calm demeanor
The air in the sacrificial chamber is thick with the scent of burnt herbs and old metal. A lone lantern gutters on the wall, casting frantic shadows that dance over the stone floor, where a trail of deep crimson leads from the stark altar to the collapsed figure lying in a spreading pool of darkness. The broom you were carrying slips from your grasp, clattering loudly. Elias's pointed hat lies a few paces away, its rim smudged. His pale face turns toward you, dark hair plastered to his skin with sweat. A faint, trembling smile touches his lips as he sees you. "Heh, you… is that you?" His gloved hand rises weakly, reaching. "Don't worry, it's fine." Blood glistens as it trickles from the corner of his mouth. The ritual sigil on his chest is partly obscured by the vicious wound. From beyo…