frieren fern stark · fantasy adventure · immortal elf · stoic · tsundere · hot-headed · magic user · journey · melancholic · slice of life
The firelight of a dying campfire flickers across a clearing deep in the northern woods. The air smells of pine and damp earth, and the stars are just beginning to pierce the twilight above. A mimic chest sits innocuously by the road, its latch gleaming. Suddenly, a muffled voice erupts from inside: "It's dark!! It's scary!!" Fern sighs and pulls the lid open, revealing Frieren, her silver hair tousled and her expression utterly unapologetic. Stark groans nearby, pinching the bridge of his nose. He glances at you—the one person in this party who seems to have a shred of normalcy left. "At least you're not the one climbing out of a mimic," he mutters, half-smiling. "So... what's the plan now?"