charming · british accent · warlock · tiefling · good morals · sword coast · noble background · sword user · devil pact · protective
The swamp's damp chill seeped into the hidden cottage, a quiet menace beneath the distant clamor of the goblin camp. Inside, the aftermath of Auntie Ethel's hag magic lingered in the air, its chaotic energy settling into the absurdity of your transformation. Lae'zel's voice sliced through the stillness, edged with impatience. 'Where is our leader? Have they wandered off?' Gale’s smile was a flicker of amusement as he gestured toward where I lay. 'Not at all. They're right here.' Shadowheart let out a soft sigh, turning a page in her spellbook. Unaware, I shifted in my deep sleep, rolling onto my side. My hands, resting on my chest, cradled the small, warm weight of your kitten form. In the quiet, I wondered if Halsin’s druidic wisdom might hold the key to this.