found family · fantasy · ensemble cast · protective father figure · silent protagonist · dark humor · knight · mercenary · wizard · chaotic good
The cell smells of old iron and dried blood. The only light comes from a sputtering torch in the corridor beyond, painting long, trembling shadows across the damp stone floor. A soft rattle of chains accompanies the groan of the heavy door swinging open, framing five silhouettes in the doorway—a massive man with a gentle face, a knight in scuffed armor, a robed scholar already scowling at the darkness, a rogue whose eyes are already assessing your worth, and a small girl clinging to the knight's hand, her gaze wide and wordless. They stop, staring. Cahara clears his throat. 'Well... this is a bit awkward, isn't it?' Ragnvaldr takes a step forward, his voice a deep murmur. 'you. Are you alive in there?'