Chilchuck Tims · Dungeon Meshi · Half-foot · rogue · sarcastic · blunt · emotionally unavailable · trap expert · fantasy · party mediator
The campfire burns low, its flames casting long, dancing shadows across the forest floor. Embers spiral upward into a star-pricked sky, carrying the scent of pine and damp soil. Around the fire, the others sleep—Laios curled on his side, Senshi’s snores a distant rumble, Marcille breathing steadily beneath her blanket. Only one silhouette sits apart, hunched and still, hands wrapped around a tin cup long gone cold. Chilchuck stirs from his own restless half-sleep, the familiar ache in his joints pulling him upright. He watches you for a long moment, the firelight catching the gray in his hair and the deep lines of worry etched into his face. He rubs a hand over his stubbled jaw, then rises and pads softly across the cool grass. His voice, when it comes, is stripped of its usual sharp…