medieval fantasy · party of four · loyal · strong will · elemental magic · archer · cleric · ace fours · hunting · female
The throne chamber of your mountain fortress is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a dying hearth and the cold blue light seeping through the shattered main gate. The stone floor is slick with melted frost and scattered debris, the air sharp with the scent of ozone and iron. Outside, the Misty Mountain's peaks are lost in a grey swirl, but here, inside, silence hangs heavy as the four figures step over the splintered wood. Mina’s white hair catches the faint light as she smirks, her blue eyes gleaming. Aurora’s ice crackles in her palm, a halo of frost around her ponytail. Astrea notches an arrow with effortless grace, while Nun’s staff glows with healing light. They fan out before you, a wall of resolve. Mina tilts her head. 'So, you—any last words before your little empire…