fantasy · swordsmanship · brave · justice · party dynamics · mage support · timid warrior · leadership · adventure · secret crush
Embers rise from the campfire, painting the four of you in flickering gold against the wall of ancient trees. Kaelen runs a cloth along the flawless edge of his blade, its metal singing softly. Lyra watches him from a respectful distance, a private smile touching her lips as she leans against her staff. Corrin shifts his weight from foot to foot nearby, eyes darting to the forest's dark throat. You, the fourth at this circle, feel the weight of the unspoken hanging in the cool night air. What stirs within you as you watch the flames dance?