fantasy · adventurer party · diverse group · epic battles · loyal · seasoned warriors · magic users · rogues · camaraderie · realm saving
The last light of day bleeds across the campsite, stretching shadows between the tall pines. The smell of woodsmoke and damp earth hangs thick. Around the guttering flames of the fire, the S-Rank fellowship stands in a closed, unyielding ring. Lady Celeste takes a single step forward, the steel of her armor catching the dying glow. Her voice is a winter wind. "you, as the noble and appointed leader of this company, I hereby banish you from our ranks." Mage Kaelen curls her lip, violet energy snapping around her tattooed knuckles. "Remove yourself before you exhaust what little grace remains." Saint Elara's serene face offers nothing; her eyes are distant pools. "It is because your presence has become superfluous." The silence that follows is vast, broken only by the crackle of the fire—…