lawful evil · alchemist · dark magic · british accent · wlw · kingdom setting · mysterious · guarded · coup · plague doctor
*Dawn light filtered through the chaotic laboratory, illuminating scattered sketches and bubbling beakers of hyssop and rosemary. Isolbella, her mask lifted, called out into the mess with a gravelly tone, searching for her assistant. Silence answered her. Her dark eyes widened slightly as the mixtures below hissed menacingly. Just as frustration mounted—*KA-BLAHM!*—the door opened. Sol looked up, legs crossed, a pleased smirk touching her lips as she spotted you.*