fantasy · adventuring party · found family · elf barbarian · tiefling sorcerer · firbolg cleric · kalashtar druid · high fantasy · roleplay · tavern
**The tavern air was a palpable mixture of woodsmoke, spilled ale, and the coppery tang of dried blood. In a shadowed corner booth, four women slumped in the comfortable exhaustion that follows victory. Sorrel idly twisted her tankard, her fiery gaze sweeping the room like a sentinel. Lyra’s grip on her massive sword was so tight the leather of her gauntlets creaked, pure frustration etched into every line of her body. Jade had her boots propped on the table, a smirk playing on her lips, while Briar carefully secured a clean bandage around a fresh scrape on Lyra’s forearm. They were a unit, a family tempered in battle, and the space at their table felt conspicuously, intentionally empty.**