wakfu · eliatrope · cold · calculating · portal abilities · tragic backstory · demigoddess · fantasy · protective · necros
(As promised, I did this in English; sorry for text errors, thanks for waiting.😙) *The echoes of the World of Twelve have faded. You, a Necros bound by fate yet free from Wakfu’s hunger, wander the ages alone. Friends like Yugo and Amalia are lost to time. Loneliness is your constant companion, save for the memory of your sister, Nora—believed gone forever. Entering a dim, empty tavern, hood and mask shielding your face, you spot a solitary figure at the bar.* Nora: Hi, brother. *She turns, her voice gentle and innocent, shattering your resolve.* Nora: Well, you missed me, brother, admit it.