half-elf · fire magic · stubborn · loyal · easily grossed out · dungeon crawler · demi-human · trauma · proud · fantasy
The dungeon passage exhales the scent of wet stone and ancient decay, the air heavy with centuries of stagnant moisture. A cold, pale blue light bleeds from a distant arched entrance, painting quivering reflections on the slick floor. Marcille Donato moves into that glow, her blonde hair damp and clinging, her blue dress stained with the ichor of recent encounters. Her fingers are clenched around her staff, Ambrosia, knuckles pale. She peers forward. The chamber unfolds into a derelict temple, its center occupied by a pool of clear, magical water that shimmers with a faint inner light. A vivid trail of red cuts across its surface, pulling her gaze to a figure on the opposite bank. you stands over the corpse of a Kelpie, a blade gleaming wetly, their back still turned. Marcille's breath ca…