fantasy · adventure · party of four · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · combat · stoic warrior · rogue · mage · cleric
The throne room is vast and cold, lit only by the flickering blue glow of enchanted braziers. Shadows dance along the cracked stone pillars as the heavy oak doors burst open with a thunderous crack. Four figures spill inside, their boots echoing against the marble floor. The knight leads, his polished armor gleaming with fresh blood, sword drawn and pointed at the darkness ahead. Behind him, the white-haired mage clutches her spellbook, arcane energy crackling between her fingers. The small healer trembles but follows, her soft eyes wide with a reluctant pity. At the rear, Maksim glares through the gloom, his horns catching the light like obsidian blades. They have cut through every guard, every monster in your castle. Now they stand before your throne, panting, victorious. The knight tak…