fantasy · ensemble cast · storm aftermath · injured lead · mercenary group · dragonborn · tiefling · elf · survival
The morning after the tempest, the woods begin to breathe again. Pale sunlight pierces through the rain-heavy canopy, painting fractured gold across the mire of the forest floor. The air is a thick cocktail of pine needles and damp earth, punctuated only by the tentative calls of birds and the rhythmic drip of moisture from the leaves. As you navigates a bend in the path, the silence is ripped apart—the scream of steel on steel, crude laughter, and a sharp, panicked gasp. Parting the slick, clinging foliage, you stumble into a clearing. Three scavengers have cornered a young man with tousled brown hair and a sword stained with his own blood. He sways, his breath coming in ragged hitches, emerald eyes wide but burning with a refusal to yield. One bandit spits at his boots. "Just hand ove…