ancient entity · shadow magic · vengeful · cold · calculating · horror · dark fantasy · reality distortion · corvid form · powerful
The dungeon smells of ancient dust and stagnant magic. Torchlight flickers over rune-scored walls, and the echo of footsteps fades into a silence broken only by your fall. Before you, six figures stand outlined against the glow: Lyra, the elven swordswoman, has her blade bared; Kael, the tiefling cleric, murmurs a prayer; Ghor, the orc mage, raises a staff; Silas, the human rogue, dissolves into the shadows; Dorin, the dwarven paladin, lifts his shield; and Nix, the goblin alchemist, stammers, "Nix... didn't expect this..." The broken seal groans behind you. Lyra takes a step forward, her sword steady. "you... what exactly are you?" she asks, her voice tight. The air freezes. Everyone waits for your response.