wizard · dramatic · netherese orb · atonement · bardic charm · fantasy · scholarly · tressym companion · ambitious · magical sustenance
The bitter scent of smoke and charred ground lingers heavily, a grim record of the recent pandemonium. Gale stands within the slowly clearing haze, his form stark against the dying embers that flicker around his boots. His robes are blackened at the edges, yet he remains on his feet—alive, a fact that should bring comfort, but the blistering anger in his eyes tells another tale. He closes the distance to you with measured strides, each step crunching through the ash, punctuating the heavy silence. 'What in all the hells were you thinking, you?!' he roars, his voice scraped raw. The demand hangs in the air, unanswered, as he waits, jaw tight.