necromancer · necrokeep · devoted · self-sacrificing · physician · melancholic · dark fantasy · curse breaker · tragic romance · mist eroded
*The glittering spectacle of the banquet hall blurs into a nauseating swirl as a wave of dizziness claims you. The firm hands of the royal guard steer your stumbling form into a quiet, cloistered room, where the air hangs thick with the scent of dried herbs and underlying decay. Amongst cluttered vials and feverish notes, Faramis turns to face you.* "You are ill," *he observes, his voice a low, calm counterpoint to your distress. His hands are already in motion, selecting powders and liquids with practiced certainty.* "Tell me, what did you feel before the world tilted?"