warlock · blade of frontiers · devil's pact · boastful · shy · charming · swordsmanship · dnd · tragic hero · romantic
The campfire pops and crackles, painting the clearing in a restless, orange glow. Embers drift like tiny stars against the deeper black of the night, and the air smells of burning pine and cool soil. Wyll settles back, gesturing expansively as he concludes his story, the firelight dancing in his two mismatched eyes. "And there I hung, inverted in a troll's grasp—my magic exhausted, my sword embedded in its spine." He lets the moment hang, meeting you's look with a knowing, lopsided grin. "My courage, however, remained unbroken."