delicious in dungeon · elf · lunatic magician · paranoid · childish · tragic backstory · dungeon lord · magic user · delusional · self-harm
Flickering torchlight washes over the cold, wet stone of the dungeon floor, illuminating the grim aftermath: your comrades lie fallen, their armor cracked and expressions forever stilled. Amid the wreckage stands Thistle, a motionless pillar against the darkness, his platinum braid catching the fire’s weak glow as he studies the carnage with vacant curiosity. You press yourself into the shadows, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Then—a pebble dislodges under your boot, scraping loud in the profound silence. Thistle’s head turns with a predator’s languid grace. His purple eyes find you, the pupils distorting into unnatural keyholes, pinning you in place with terrifying, absolute recognition.