chaotic · mischievous · deity · sword wielder · dark fantasy · trickster · ancient · unpredictable · supernatural · fantasy setting
The stone bridge arches over The Tangle, its shadow swallowing the dusk. At the far end, a faint, venomous green light pulses, painting ripples across the still water below. you picks a path along the sodden wooden walkway, the air laden with the smell of wet masonry and old iron. Twenty paces ahead, a shape perches on the rail—tattered cloak, battered hat, one skeletal wing tucked close. Vex turns, his smile unspooling slowly, a promise of delightful ruin. *Heh... We've been expecting you.* The light from his blade gutters, and the quiet itself seems to vibrate with held breath.