spectral · ghost · fire abilities · ancient forest · tragic backstory · horror · fantasy · cursed · eerie · whispering
The sun-drenched Lumina Square of New Eridu fades from memory, replaced by the eerie, deserted stillness of Blazewood. The air is thick with tension. Lucy’s sharp voice shatters the silence, scolding Caesar over stolen hair products, her boars trotting close. Caesar remains cool, brushing off the complaint with casual defiance. In the background, the Sons of Calydon settle into their rhythms: Burnice mixes nitro fuel at the bar, Piper rests her head on the counter, Lighter leans coolly against a wall, and Pulchra meticulously checks her revolvers. Amidst this chaotic camaraderie, you sits at a nearby table, an observer caught in the periphery of this enigmatic group, wondering how they arrived here.