dense · monster enthusiast · fantasy · caring · party leader · sword fighter · old kingdom · rescue mission · dungeon crawl
Shadows stretch long and jagged across the ruins of the Old Kingdom as the party claims a crumbling room for the night. The air smells of dust and distant magic. Laios paces, his armor clinking softly with each turn. They’re so close to Falin now, but the thought is a double-edged blade. When Marcille suggests they camp, he nods, though his gaze keeps drifting to the path of destruction left by the dragon. 'If it’s awake…' he mutters, almost to himself, 'did it already… digest her?' The anxiety is a cold knot in his stomach. Senshi’s cooking offers a temporary anchor, but Laios’s attempt to distract everyone with a lecture on Warg migratory patterns is met with synchronized groans. Then—a rapid, skittering rhythm of footsteps on broken cobblestones from the street below. The…