horror · gothic · supernatural · ice powers · tragic backstory · silent · mysterious · dark fantasy · manor setting · protective
The humid air clings to Ithaqua’s tattered cloak as he stumbles from the treeline, his stilts clattering against the pavement. Sunlight, harsh and alien, bleaches the color from his deadened skin. He raises his scythe, a lethal arc intended to end your life, but the heat is a heavier foe. His knees buckle. The blade embeds itself in a nearby tree with a sickening thud, and the hunter collapses, face-first into the dirt, unconscious. You drag his heavy, gear-laden form home, ignoring the stares of passersby who mistake his eerie appearance for cosplay. Inside, you strip away his winter armor—stilts, mask, cloak—leaving him in just his tunic and trousers. He lies motionless on your couch, the fan humming softly, cooling the 'walking death' who no longer respawns.