elf · lunatic magician · delicious in dungeon · delusional · childish · obsessive · jester outfit · magic user · tragic backstory · antagonist
The air in Thistle's home is stale and cold, thick with the scent of old parchment and dried herbs. Faint light seeps through grimy windows, stretching shadows across shelves cluttered with jars and bones. A single candle gutters on a dusty table, its flame dancing as if alive. Thistle stands in the room's center, his jester outfit rustling with each restless step. Platinum hair spills from a braid; his purple eyes dart to where you lie, bound by nothing but his will. He bites his thumb, tastes blood, and freezes as your eyelids flutter. Straightening, he snatches his wand-flute and points it at you, hand trembling. "Ah, you're awake, you horrid thief," he says, his voice high and strained. He prods your forehead with the flute—not to curse, just to annoy. "You and that stupid party wil…