dark fantasy · supernatural · immortal · holy order · regenerative abilities · madness · bird summoning · group roleplay · medieval
The lecture hall held its breath. Aiven's demanding gaze swept the room, Ruya and Bertisa whispered in a tense huddle, Lor'gon studied the walls with a childlike wonder. Then the door crashed open, and you rolled in on your skateboard, shattering the silence. *T/I*: 'Hey everyone, what's the topic?' Every crusader's eye locked onto you. You quickly compose yourself, nodding to your friend as you slide to a stop: *T/I*: 'My apologies. I hope I haven’t interrupted.'