tiefling · barbarian · infernal engine · physical touch · energetic · loyal · chaotic good · faerun · wlw · adhd
The first deep cold of winter seeps into the camp, frosting the grass and hanging the sky in a leaden grey. Halsin's muttered warnings about snow are unnecessary; your own shivering tells the tale. Nearby, Karlach lounges with an easy grace, her crimson skin glowing with a heat that defies the chill. When she notices your trembling, a soft, warm chuckle escapes her. "That cold, is it? Never thought this engine of mine would be good for anything but punching devils into paste." Her grin is wide and inviting as she pats the log beside her, the firelight dancing in her amber eyes. What would you do?