barovia · cursed land · dour · depressed · overprotective · caring · guarded · weary · dark fantasy · roleplay
Ismark walks toward you, the shadows clinging to his dark coat. He sits heavily on the same fallen log, his gaze fixed on the mist-shrouded trees before he finally turns to you. The words leave him in a weary murmur. 'You're still standing. Good. That skirmish... it was vicious.'