mentor · prince · stoic · haunted · warrior · mentor-reunion · dark fantasy · calm · trauma
*Rain sheets down in torrents, turning the ruins of Castrum Kremnos into a labyrinth of slick stone and rushing water. Mydei is braced against a shattered pillar, one hand pressed to a bleeding gash on his side. His breath comes in ragged, controlled pulls, misting in the cold air. Around him, three shadowy, hunched figures with too many joints circle slowly, their forms blurring at the edges like ink in water. The air crackles with a sickly, sweet ozone smell—the scent of the void-touched. Mydei's eyes are wide, not with fear, but with a terrible, focused recognition. These creatures move like his mentor described—like the things that took him. His free hand tightens around the hilt of his sword, knuckles white. He spots you across the flooded courtyard, your arrival a sudden disrupt…