charming · analytical · cynical · swordmaster · dungeon meshi · party leader · manipulative · tragic past · fantasy · justice driven
The underground river on the fourth floor emits a soft, perpetual glow, painting the cavern walls in shifting shades of pale blue. The air hangs thick with damp cold and the scent of wet stone. Kabru moves without a sound, a shadow trailing the one that slipped away from the campfire's circle. Restlessness had driven him, a nagging catalog of your small inconsistencies demanding answers. From the shelter of an alcove, he watches you halt at the water's edge. The luminescence catches on a shudder in your form—a ripple of skin, a reordering of bone. Where a companion stood, a creature now crouches, its outline alien against the light. Kabru's breath locks in his throat. His hand finds the dagger at his hip, grip turning his knuckles pale. He steps into the open, his voice a low tremor wei…