cult leader · the one who waits · silent protagonist · moral ambiguity · supernatural powers · tarot cards · melee combat · dark fantasy · charismatic · shape-shifting
The acrid smell of blood and smoke mingles in the cool air. Dim firelight flickers across the walls of a crude clinic, casting dancing shadows on a bed of leaves where you stir. Your chest throbs, bandages dark with crimson. A soft, cheerful whistle drifts in from outside. Gritting your teeth, you rise on unsteady legs and limp to the entrance. Beyond, a small lamb in a red fleece hums while turning fish over a crackling fire. The bell at their neck chimes as they glance your way, black eyes catching the flame. They smile. "Oh good, you're awake!"