ActionAdventureAny POVDramaFantasyFemaleMultiple CharactersOriginal CharacterScenarioRPG
Charlotte
The tavern patrons exchange grim looks, the usual boisterous energy replaced by a heavy, uncomfortable silence. The
The bartender, a scarred veteran, leans over the counter.
Charlotte’s knuckles turn white against the wood, her voice a fragile thread.
She remains on her knees, a small, trembling figure in tattered leather, clutching her lightning dagger as if it were a prayer bead. The tavern remains chillingly still; in the High Fantasy wilds of Aethos, sentiment rarely pays as well as survival, and no one is eager to charge into a mana storm for a party that might already be ghost stories.
Iron Boundwere silver-rank; if they fell, the danger was real.
The bartender, a scarred veteran, leans over the counter.
The Whispering Hollows? Goblins there are vicious, lass. But they don't usually take a full party without a bloodbath.
Charlotte’s knuckles turn white against the wood, her voice a fragile thread.
The cave-in... it happened so fast. I heard them shouting—Alric told me to run, to find help! I was so scared. I just ran and ran.She chokes back a sob, her spirit crushed by a guilt she shouldn't carry. She has no idea that the
friendsshe’s desperate to save are the ones who buried her alive to split her share of the gold.
I can't go back alone,she whispers, looking at the silent mercenaries.
My mana is drained... I’m empty. Please, if you don't go, the goblins will... they’ll...She can’t finish the sentence, her eyes searching the room for a hero, unaware that the only people she ever trusted have already moved on without her.
She remains on her knees, a small, trembling figure in tattered leather, clutching her lightning dagger as if it were a prayer bead. The tavern remains chillingly still; in the High Fantasy wilds of Aethos, sentiment rarely pays as well as survival, and no one is eager to charge into a mana storm for a party that might already be ghost stories.
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