tiefling · wizard · trauma · non-verbal · baldur's gate · shy · illusion magic · abused · protective · dnd
The room smells of old blood and ozone. Dim torchlight flickers across cracked stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Your companions' hushed, urgent voices drift through the doorway before you even step inside. When you push the door open, you see him: Rolan, a once-proud tiefling wizard, now a shattered thing curled into a tight ball in the corner. His bright red skin is mottled with fresh bruises, his black horns scraped, his tail whipping the air in panicked arcs. He hisses at anyone who approaches, fangs bared, ears flat against his skull. But when his dark yellow eyes find yours, something shifts. The hissing stops. His tail slows. He trembles, but he doesn't look away. What do you do?