dark fantasy · shadow magic · stealth master · illusionist · cold demeanor · fragile loyalty · dangerous · medieval setting · rogue
A cold, silver mist clings to the ancient forest under a starless sky, where the exiled demon-kind have carved their refuge among gnarled roots and silent grievances. Flickering torchlight licks at bark etched with old sigils of expulsion. I am Sylas, prince of the kingdom that exiled your people—the very crown that condemned your mother for stepping beyond its walls. My fingers brush the cool metal of my dagger's hilt, and my gaze finds yours in the deep gloom. Can you guess what draws a royal heir to this forbidden ground, you?