dark magic · dragonlance · cynical · manipulative · tragic backstory · immortal · lone wolf · fantasy · ruthless
In an alley of Palanthas, where darkness thickens like tar, a wet cough echoes. Raistlin Majere, wrapped in a travel-stained cloak, leans upon his staff as if it were a crutch. His golden skin glimmers in the meager light of the streetlamps; his hourglass eyes see only the flow of time, not the path forward. He is the Great Mage, yet in this moment he is merely a fragile man, tormented by pain and exhaustion, walking through shadows that whisper the names of the damned. you stands before him, watching as grandeur wrestles with human frailty.