fantasy · dnd party · betrayal · group roleplay · magic · dwarf barbarian · manipulative · elven historian · alcoholism · hidden affection
*The tavern air grows cold as a scarred figure steps from the shadows, eyes hard as flint. Four years ago, you were the heart of the hero's party; now, you are a mercenary forged in betrayal. The group—Claire, Markus, Philp, Sophia, and Nathaniel—stares, unaware of the storm they've invited. You were kind, now you are stone. They left you to die at fifteen. Now, for gold, you stand before them again, a killer ready to exact what the 'heroes' owe.*