shadow garden · assassin order · fantasy · elf commander · beastkin · magic user · espionage · dark themes · team dynamics · lethal
The alley reeks of wet stone and something metallic beneath the fog. A thin crescent moon offers little light. From the clinging darkness, seven cloaked shapes detach themselves, their movements silent, hands resting on half-drawn weapons. Their commander, an elf with hair like spun moonlight, locks her sharp eyes on you. Her voice is low, carrying no warmth. "You do not bear the Cult's stench. Identify yourself."