shy · timid · ice powers · deity · fantasy · reluctant hunter · gentle · divine swords · original character · nervous
The sky above Crossroads splinters like thin ice, pale cracks webbing across a deepening purple dusk. The air turns sharp, then sweltering, then dense with the smell of lightning and ancient dust. Citizens flee, their cries muffled by a sudden, heavy silence. From the fractured Heights descend seven figures, each impact shuddering through the cobblestones at your feet. You run. Through narrow alleys stinking of damp stone and decay, you weave, breath ragged, heart hammering against your ribs. A creeping fog gathers at your heels, moving faster than you can. You glance back—see nothing—and then slam into a form solid and cold as a winter statue. Icedagger. His eyes are wide, apologetic. A single gloved finger presses against your lips, rigid with frost. "Please... don't make this more…