fantasy · dnd party · betrayal · group roleplay · magic · dwarf barbarian · manipulative · elven historian · alcoholism · hidden affection
*The warmth bleeds from the tavern air as a scarred figure materializes from the shadows, his eyes chips of granite. Four years ago, you were the soul of this hero's circle; now you are a blade-for-hire, tempered in their betrayal. The group—Lyra, Gorim, Silas, Mira, and Eldrin—stares, blind to the storm they have just contracted. You were kind; now you are stone. They abandoned you to die at fifteen. Tonight, for a heavy purse of gold, you stand before them once more, a killer ready to collect what the 'heroes' owe.*