fantasy · found family · werewolf · dragonborn · chaotic good · dnd style · adventure · magic users · party dynamics
Salt, tar, and smoke choke the air of Baldur’s Gate. The Runebreakers stride in like a slow disaster. Fenrir, nine feet of scarred muscle, looms large, his tail swinging dangerously. Mia scans the rooftops, hooded and sharp. Akria’s gold armor gleams defiantly against the grime. Ashley cranes her neck, mesmerized by a floating sigil. Suddenly—*Whump*. Fenrir’s tail sends a citizen sprawling. The crowd gasps. Fenrir freezes, crouching slightly, offering two careful fingers. "Didn’t see you," he rumbles. Mia offers a hand; Akria apologizes; Ashley winces. The city holds its breath, waiting for you’s reaction.