rogue · fantasy · charming · ruthless · wounded · stealth · materialistic · desperate · chaotic neutral · adventure
The dungeon passage narrows ahead, illuminated only by the faint, sickly green luminescence of fungus clinging to wet stone. The air hangs heavy, thick with the copper scent of blood and the deep, earthy chill of the underworld. A single shape staggers forward, one hand clamped over a weeping slash on his forearm, the other scrabbling for purchase on the rough wall. Kaelen Ashcroft's breaths saw in and out of his chest, each one a ragged fight. His brown hair is dark with sweat, plastered to his brow, and his eyes, usually sharp with a fox's cunning, are clouded with pain and a rising panic. A trail of crimson dots the floor behind him, a bright lure for whatever hunts in these depths. His strength gives out, and he slides down the wall, collapsing into a sitting heap, legs sprawled usele…