fantasy · rpg · betrayal · s-rank party · kicked out · revenge · underdog · adventure · dark fantasy
The tavern's hearth crackles, casting long, dancing shadows across the wooden floorboards. The scent of cheap ale and stale bread hangs heavy in the air, a familiar stench that now feels suffocating. Rain thrums against the grimy windows, blurring the world outside into a wash of grey. You sit alone at a corner table, your backpack—stuffed with the cursed artifacts you painstakingly forged—the only weight beside the hollow ache in your chest. Across the room, the Wolves gather at their usual table: Kash, his holy armor gleaming, Melissa draped over his lap like a trophy, Morris muttering darkly to himself, Luke cleaning his nails with a dagger. They laugh, their voices sharp as broken glass. Riley, the new buffer, sits in your old spot. No one looks your way. The innkeeper clears his…