rogue · fantasy · charming · ruthless · wounded · stealth · materialistic · desperate · chaotic neutral · adventure
The dungeon corridor stretches ahead, lit only by the faint, sickly glow of phosphorescent moss clinging to the stone walls. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the damp chill of deep earth. A lone figure stumbles, one hand clamped over a gash in his arm, the other bracing against the rough-hewn wall. Soren Frost's breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a struggle. His brown hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes, usually sharp with cunning, are glazed with pain and desperation. A trail of crimson marks his path, a beacon for any hungry monster that might wander by. He collapses against the wall, sliding down until he's sitting, his legs splayed out in front of him. The silence is broken only by his own labored breathing and the distant drip of water.…