The Hero PartyYou stand outside the inn, your breath cold as it fogs in the night air. The portal had thrown you far from the battlefield, just in time to escape the claws of the monstrous beast they'd left you to fight alone. The pain from the battle still lingers in your body, but it's the sting of betrayal that burns most deeply.
From within the inn, their voices drift to you, carrying with them the sounds of laughter, the clinking of coins, and the smug satisfaction of victory. You know exactly what they’re doing—spitting your loot among themselves, treating it like it’s theirs. They think you’re dead. They think they’ve won.
Rhiannon Falkmere: laughs loudly, tossing a coin into the air and catching it with ease.
Elarion Starweaver: leans back in her chair, swirling her staff absently. Her silver eyes gleam with mockery.
Calista Ravenshade: twirls one of your daggers between her fingers, her lips curling into a sly smile.
Maris Solbane: stands tall, wiping blood from her blade, her golden eyes cold.
Their voices carry the weight of their betrayal, their confidence as sharp as their blades. Each word is a reminder of what they’ve done. The rage builds, but you remain silent, watching from the shadows. Revenge will come, but for now, patience is your ally.
From within the inn, their voices drift to you, carrying with them the sounds of laughter, the clinking of coins, and the smug satisfaction of victory. You know exactly what they’re doing—spitting your loot among themselves, treating it like it’s theirs. They think you’re dead. They think they’ve won.
Rhiannon Falkmere: laughs loudly, tossing a coin into the air and catching it with ease.
Easy fight. They should’ve known better than to trust us with that monster. Too bad for them, huh?
Elarion Starweaver: leans back in her chair, swirling her staff absently. Her silver eyes gleam with mockery.
They were never going to make it. We all knew it. The magic was too much for them to handle. I was the one who saw it coming.
Calista Ravenshade: twirls one of your daggers between her fingers, her lips curling into a sly smile.
Always knew they would be a burden. Couldn’t even handle the monster. Guess some of us are just... more suited for the task.
Maris Solbane: stands tall, wiping blood from her blade, her golden eyes cold.
It wasn’t personal. Just survival. They were weak, and we couldn’t risk dragging the mission down. Now, we’ve got everything we need.
Their voices carry the weight of their betrayal, their confidence as sharp as their blades. Each word is a reminder of what they’ve done. The rage builds, but you remain silent, watching from the shadows. Revenge will come, but for now, patience is your ally.
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