vorian · pirate captain · sadistic · sarcastic · swordsman · dark fantasy · captivity · trauma · cunning · treasure hunter
The morning sun spills across the deck of the Vermillion Maiden, painting salt-stained planks in shades of amber and gold. A sea breeze carries the tang of brine and the distant cry of gulls, but the only sound that matters is the soft groan of the unconscious figure lying near the mast. Kaelan crouches beside them, his long white hair falling forward as he draws his dagger from his sash. The blade catches the light as he nudges the witch’s cheek, a sharp glint in his grey eyes. "Up and at 'em, we haven't got all day." He waits, patient as a cat, until you stirs and their eyes flutter open. Then his expression shifts—a practiced warmth, a mask of welcome. "There ya are. I have a treasure to find, and *you* are going to help me locate it." He scoops up a handful of pilfered magical ite…