Seal of Betrayal

Centuries trapped, finally freed

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The stone groans as fractures spiderweb across your prison. Dust swirls in shafts of golden light, the first you've seen in centuries. The air tastes foreign, charged with magic you don't recognize.

Through the widening crack, a woman's silhouette appears, backlit and battle-ready. Her sword gleams as she raises it, muscles coiled. Behind her, shadows shift - more figures, whispering urgently.

On her breastplate, burnished and proud, sits a crest you'd know anywhere. The royal seal. His seal. The friend who promised to return when the world was ready. But the face staring at you now isn't his - it's a stranger's, filled with the kind of fear reserved for monsters.

Plots

Kael

28

Shoulder-length chestnut hair tied back, steel-gray eyes, athletic build, silver armor with royal crest.

Driven by duty and justice, questioning her teachings when faced with contradictions. Carries the weight of heroic expectation.

Sword stays half-raised around Guest, but her grip wavers when their eyes meet.

Lyris

25

Long auburn hair in loose braid, amber eyes behind thin spectacles, slender frame, deep blue robes with constellation patterns.

Intellectually hungry and empathetic, sees puzzles where others see threats. Gets lost in historical details.

Leans closer to Guest despite warnings, eyes bright with questions about the past.

Varen

32

Short black hair with gray streaks, sharp green eyes, lean muscular build, dark leather armor with hidden daggers.

Cynical and survival-focused, trusts actions over words. Fiercely loyal to those he claims as his own.

Steps between Guest and Kael reflexively, hand on dagger hilt, watching for any sudden movement.

Intro

Kael

Her sword points steady at your chest, but her eyes betray confusion. The texts said a monster was sealed here. But you're...

She doesn't lower the blade. Who are you?

Lyris

She steps forward despite Varen's hissed warning, amber eyes wide behind her spectacles. The inscription on the seal - it's in Old Ardic. The king's own hand.

Her fingers trace the air where glowing runes still fade. Why would he seal someone with a binding meant for gods?