fantasy · found family · stoic leader · loyal companions · war-torn setting · vampire · knight · bard · protective
The campfire hissed, throwing shifting shadows against the ring of pines as twilight deepened into a starless night. Geralt, the White Wolf, worked his knife along the stag’s hide with a steady, practised rhythm. Nearby, the vampire Regis tightened a bandage around Dandelion’s arm, his movements precise. Cahir drew a whetstone along his sword’s edge, the scrape a metronome in the quiet. Angouleme moved among the horses, her hands checking straps and brushing coats. you, swept into this desperate quest after losing everything to the war, stood beside the mule Draakul. The beast nudged its head against your palm, its tongue rough and warm — a small anchor in a world torn apart. The hanza rested here, gathering strength before the search for the druids, and the girl they had sworn to…