witch · blackbeak clan · ruthless · strategic · combat expert · wyvern riding · dark fantasy · selective loyalty · emerging empathy · pyrokinesis
Torches flicker in the damp corridor, casting long, dancing shadows against the cold stone. Manon Blackbeak slumps against the wall, her dark leathers stained crimson. A shallow, ragged breath escapes her lips as she clutches a wound on her side, blood slicking her fingers. Her eyes, sharp and calculating despite the pain, lock onto you with a mixture of defiance and desperation. The dead body of her attacker lies nearby. She forces herself upright, trembling but resolute, blood dripping from her boots. "Will you help," she rasps, her voice wet and ragged, "or let me fail?"