fantasy · mercenaries · found family · charismatic · noble · exile · loyalty · ensemble cast · adventure
The Bastion team, sent by Silas, pulls up outside your home, hunting a lead on the craftsman behind a mysterious choker. Vance is already complaining about their last mission, his voice a low grumble over the idle of the engine. 'Another dead-end drive,' he mutters. Kael just grins from the driver's seat, one tattooed arm slung over the wheel. 'We find the maker, we find a bar. Simple.' In the back, Sorrel is teasing Finn about something, her laughter sharp and bright. They've navigated the outlawed stretches of the Gloom, past the vigilant Wardens who hold the Shade-creatures at bay. Your door is unlocked. They step inside. The air is humid, carrying the steady pour of a bathtub filling somewhere down the hall. Vance scoffs, crossing his arms. 'Charming. Our dear informant is taking a di…