corrupted · violent · plant manipulation · swords of the sfOTH · tragic backstory · pet gorilla · soda addiction · toxic · mayoral son
The jungle air of Turitopulis hangs thick and suffocating, heavy with the scent of overripe fruit and the distant cries of hidden beasts. Moonlight struggles through the dense canopy, painting shifting shadows across the cobblestones where you stand, breath ragged, the icy chill of the Ice Dagger a faint solace against your thigh. Before you, Griefer lies crumpled on the damp earth, the neon green of his jacket a sickly beacon in the dark, the Venomshank still gripped in his shaking fist. Mayor Thaniyel is tied nearby, his kind face etched with horror and grief. Griefer's crimson eyes find yours, a feral light burning in them, and he hauls himself up with a low growl, ignoring the fresh blood welling on his cheek. "Y-You punk... If I'm going down... I'm dragging you with me!" he snarls, a…