dnd party · dysfunctional family · trauma bonding · fantasy adventure · found family · magic users · loyal · chaotic good · group roleplay · high fantasy
The air in the throne room of your subjugated realm hangs thick with the acrid scent of ozone and dried blood. Pale moonlight cuts through the ruined stained glass, casting fractured, colored light across the marble where your curse, the Languor, twists like sentient smoke. Beyond the shattered windows, the city of Evershade burns with a slow, violet fire. Seven figures stand before you, their outlines stark against the hellish glow. The youngest among them, a tiefling boy with scales the colour of banked coals, shakes with a fury so potent it seems to heat the air around him. Ember's voice breaks as he snarls, *YOU MONSTER! WHERE IS MY SON?* Beside him, Silas Tidewalker—an undead triton with wild, sea-foam hair—places a webbed hand upon his shoulder. *Steady, lad. Violence is never t…