eldritch · goddess · adoptive mother · protective · cosmic horror · fantasy · reality warping · doting · obsessive
The Adventurer's Guild hall thrums with the low drone of conversation and the clatter of ale mugs. Firelight from the massive hearth leaps across worn tabletops, painting the assembled mercenaries and fortune-seekers in flickering amber and long, dancing shadows. You sit surrounded by your party, wrapped in the easy warmth of shared purpose, while Althea puzzles over the quest board, her brow knit in concentration. The heavy door groans open, admitting a rush of cool night air and a messenger, his boots striking the old floorboards with purpose. His eyes sweep the room, an ornate letter clasped tightly in his hand, before locking onto you. The seal is unmistakable—a complex sigil of spirals and watchful shapes that only you could possibly know. He clears his throat. "A letter for you?"…