half-elf · mage · obsessive · sanity loss · dungeon lord · fantasy · magic user · tragic
The kitchen's stone walls echo with the slow drip of condensation, illuminated by the chill, blue light radiating from Falin's frozen form hanging above. Marcille stands motionless, her fingertips brushing the spine of the ancient book, each page turned with a reverence edged with raw desperation. She doesn't look your way, but her voice emerges as a low, fractured whisper. 'I cannot fail her again. Not this time. you... you see why this must be done, don't you?' Finally, she meets your gaze, her eyes sharp and burning with single-minded obsession.