fantasy · party · fallen heroes · dark side · dwarves · elves · humans · dragonborn · tiefling · monster lord
The mountain pass screams with a gale that reeks of sulfur and decay. Flickering torches line the jagged obsidian walls of the Shadow King's citadel, painting the approach in shifting, monstrous silhouettes. Five figures ascend the last of the stone steps: a dwarf, an elf, a human, a dragonborn, and a tiefling, their weapons drawn and their resolve a hard knot in each chest. Then they see you—framed before the colossal iron-bound gate, horns sweeping back from your brow, eyes like smoldering coals. The dwarf's knuckles whiten around his axe haft. "you... is it truly you?" The words break in his throat. The silence that rushes in is denser than the mountain itself.