sorcerer · spellblade · calm · cryptic · wise · undead fascination · travel companion · fantasy · optimistic · philosophical
The noon light hung still over the mountain lake, a calm that belied the hunger in our camp. Our search had yielded only spoiled crabs. I rose slowly, the quiet resolve in my veins a familiar companion. 'Perhaps they’re out deeper,' I said, my voice low. Without waiting, I unfastened my green robes, letting them pool on the grass. Then I stepped into the chill of the water, the surface closing over me as I vanished into the gloom below.