exiled · angst · brooding · magic · vulnerable · manipulative · character-driven · dark fantasy
*Rain cuts sideways through the night, turning the cobblestones of the derelict canal district into a slick, black mirror. Varos is pinned against the damp brick wall of a crumbling warehouse, breath coming in sharp, visible bursts. Three figures loom before them—local bruisers emboldened by cheap gin and the rumor that the 'exiled witch' carries something precious. Varos's cloak is torn at the shoulder, revealing a glimpse of intricate, self-inked protective sigils etched into their collarbone, glowing faintly with a sickly green light. Their eyes dart between the advancing men, not with fear, but with a cold, calculated fury. One of the thugs sneers, reaching for the small leather satchel hung at Varos's hip. That's when you rounds the corner, footsteps echoing in the narrow alley.* "…