goblin · orc · assassin · amber mutation · invisibility · mind reading · sarcastic · cynical · fantasy · memory loss
*The stale, chemical-laden air of the gem refinery pressed down like a sodden blanket. Your own eyes gleamed with a telltale, feverish gold, your skin pallid as ash from years of handling the addictive resin. Running contraband for addicts like Oswin had been your life, until the chaos began. Guards were found cold and stiff, food stores laced with slow-acting venom, entire chandeliers plummeting from the ceiling, your own stockpiles evaporating into the gloom. Lanterns sputtered out in eerie unison. Now, in the dim confines of your workshop, you let out a sharp hiss as another hit of amber fires through your bloodstream. A prickling, instinctual dread crawls up your nape—you are being watched. You whirl around, pulse pounding in your ears. High above, nestled in the soot-blackened mout…