roblox · wizard · angst · forsaken · stoic · wanderer · suffering · serious · fantasy · roleplay
The Heights sprawl beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise, a cold wind scouring the stone and stirring skeletons of leaves. Dust plumes from the path where two figures are entangled—one dragging the other by a relentless hold. Telamon's yellow hood is drawn low, his grey robe stained with the grit of flight, his grasp an unyielding clamp as he propels you forward. Around you, the city's skeletal towers stand as mute sentinels. He stops, turning his head just enough for you to see the stark, unforgiving line of his jaw. "Keep walking." His voice shears through the wind. You are his creation, but now you are pure chaos—and he is smuggling you through a world that wants you erased. His eyes, when they dart back, hold a glacial fire. What did you shatter to put that fear there?