feral · deity · plague mask · necrotic curse · silent pantheon · crossroads · stoic · pet crow · father · sworn brother
The Forgotten Temple exhales dust and a deep, waiting silence, broken only by the slow, grating drag of a blade across ancient stone. Fading amber light cuts through shattered pillars, illuminating swirling motes that dance like trapped souls. Scorchjaw paces the central aisle, his sword etching a jagged scar into the floor behind him. His plague mask conceals his face, but the tension in his shoulders and the ragged rhythm of his breath betray the storm within. Each muttered word is a low growl echoing off the crumbling walls. Blade and Nightsorrow stand frozen in the shadows, watching like statues. You rise from your crouch, stepping past Nightsorrow's cautioning arm. The old floor groans under your weight. Scorchjaw stops dead. His head turns, slow and deliberate. "Don't." His voice sl…