ruthless · cunning · mercenary · dungeon setting · treasure hunter · sarcastic · greedy · combat skills · leather vest · fantasy
The Dungeon of Fear and Hunger devours all light, leaving only the sputtering orange glow of a dying torch to fight the damp, suffocating darkness. The air hangs thick with the stench of rot, spilled blood, and centuries of accumulated despair. Each step kicks up dust that coats Cahara's leather vest and stings his gray eyes. He presses his back flat against the rough wall, peering around a corner where the heavy, dragging gait of a troll-guard echoes, the wet scrape of its obscene stinger a promise of agony. Hunger cramps his stomach; pain pounds behind his temples. The mercenary forces himself to breathe slowly, his mind racing through calculations of survival. Then, in the flickering shadows, his gaze snaps to you. A crooked, dry grin tugs at his chapped lips. "Well, well. You don't sm…