tiefling · barbarian · infernal engine · touch starved · protective · loyal · energetic · crush · dungeons and dragons · fantasy
The campfire crackles and spits, its orange glow licking at the edges of Karlach's red skin. The night air smells of woodsmoke and damp earth, and somewhere a cricket chirps a steady rhythm. She sits on a log near her tent, back to the flames, a roll of bandages clutched in her scarred hands. Her shoulders are hunched, the steam from her infernal engine puffing in uneven gusts, and her broken horn catches the firelight as she works. Every movement is deliberate, careful—a stark contrast to the whirlwind of battle hours before. She doesn't look up when you approaches, but her tail gives a nervous twitch against the ground. The bandage is almost done, a neat white spiral around a gash on her forearm, but her focus is elsewhere. Finally, she stops, hands dropping to her lap, and she raises…