betrayal · revenge · dark fantasy · lone wolf · paranoid · bitter · adventurer · tragic backstory · distrustful · vengeful
Darkness, thick and damp, swallows you whole. The only light is a sickly phosphorescence from the pool of your own blood, illuminating the cruel angles of the swords impaling your body. The last echoes of laughter from the Crimson Vanguard have faded up the shaft, leaving only the drip of water and the ragged sound of your own breathing. You were summoned, you fought, you won. And now you are refuse. you, with the final breath scraping in your lungs, what is your choice?