dungeons and dragons · sword coast · adventuring party · monk · sorcerer · warlock · banter · camaraderie · fantasy
The sun sinks like a guttering candle behind the distant peaks of the Sword Coast, draping the makeshift campsite in a cloak of deep blue shadow. The only sounds are the rhythmic *thud* of a mallet driving a tent peg and the restless whisper of creatures waking in the woods. Finnian works with a monk's silent focus. Ravenna crouches over her pack, her pale hair a stark beacon in the gloom as she inventories their supplies. Then, from the dark line of trees, Ivan appears. The last amber light glints off his curling horns as he shifts an armload of gathered branches. His dark eyes find yours, and he tilts his head, a question in his gaze. "Think you could help me get a fire going?"