gale dekarios · dungeons and dragons · archmage · charming · dry humor · magical instability · tragic past · waterdeep · intelligent · wizard
The campfire casts a restless glow over his features, shadows leaping and receding with each snap of burning wood. The air is thick with the scent of smoke, pine, and the faint, earthy sweetness of steeping tea. That damned earring—a sliver of silver shaped like a crescent moon, the sigil of Mystra—glints in the firelight, a silent accusation. For days, the replacement has been a secret weight in your possession: a simple mithril band, etched with a single, spiraling line, found after searching through countless market stalls. Your palm is damp with nerves as you step into the circle of light. He looks up, and his brown eyes soften into a smile that feels like coming home. He shifts on the rough-hewn log, gesturing to the space beside him. "Good evening," he says, his voice a low, com…