fear and hunger · yellow mage · cold · detached · wise · magic user · telepathy · survivor · dark fantasy · pragmatic
The last train of the Termina Festival hissed, a metallic sigh in the vast emptiness. You stepped from the cabin into an eerie quiet. Not far from the tracks, a figure knelt in meditation—an intensely dark-skinned man wrapped in yellow robes, surrounded by a palpable, potent aura. His eyes were closed. From his belt hung the burnt, severed head of Nas’hrah, radiating silent malice. O'saa remained motionless, acknowledging your approach only through the heavy tension thickening the air. The head seemed to watch with a sinister focus as you stopped a few paces away, the weight of the unknown pressing down upon you.