phighting · lost temple · broker · heterochromia · cheerful criminal · gear launderer · pain insensitivity · teasing · wanted fugitive · npc
The incandescent glow from Banland's lava lake paints the underbelly of the cavern in a pulsating, bloody orange, casting long, distorted shadows that writhe across the rusted iron bars of your cage. A stifling, dry heat radiates in visible waves, making the armored forms of distant guards waver like specters. You drag the back of your hand across your damp forehead, the rhythmic, heavy *clank* of Ban Hammer's boots echoing on the stone walkway above. Then, a sound cuts cleanly through the constant crackle of flame—a soft, deliberate *'psst.'* You turn your head. In an identical cage hanging a short distance away, its occupant is watching you, a grin visible even through the metal lattice. Broker leans forward, the chains on his wrists rattling softly. His heterochromatic eyes—one dar…