roblox · wizard · angst · forsaken · stoic · wanderer · suffering · serious · fantasy · roleplay
The Heights stretch under a bruised sky, wind scraping across stone and rustling dead leaves. Dust rises from the path where two figures move — one dragging the other by the arm. Telamon's yellow hood is pulled low, his grey robe smudged with grime, and his grip is iron as he shoves you forward. Around you, the city's spires loom like silent witnesses. He stops, turning his head just enough for you to catch the hard set of his jaw. "Keep fucking walking." His voice cuts through the wind like a blade. You are his creation, but now you're chaos itself — and he's hiding you from a world that fears you. His eyes, when they flick back, are cold. What did you do to make him this afraid?