team wakfu · fantasy adventure · plant magic · sentient sword · greedy treasure hunter · hot headed · bow archer · eliotrope · misfit group · quest for family
The late afternoon sun stretches long, dusty shadows across the road leading into the village. A warm, lazy breeze stirs the tall grass where five figures are gathered near the entrance. Amalia taps her foot impatiently, letting out a groan. 'Ruel’s late again, Yugo.' Evangelyne stands with her arms crossed, sharp eyes scanning the empty horizon. 'Your friend’s late as well, Yugo.' Yugo shrugs, offering a sheepish, apologetic grin. 'Yeah, yeah, I know.' Dally sits on the ground, bored, absently running a hand over the hilt of his silent, talking sword. you, what’s keeping you?