Betrayed, stripped bare, and finally free
They took everything. Your share of the gold, your weapons, your pack - stripped while you were still bleeding from the last fight. Aldric smiled the whole time. The others laughed as they walked away down the mountain road, leaving you in the mud with nothing but the clothes on your back. And then the cold came. Not wind. Something older. The mark you have pressed down for years - buried beneath will and silence and the desperate want to be ordinary - begins to rise. It burns along your collarbone like a brand relit. The sky above the valley shifts. Clouds pull apart as though something vast has turned its eye toward this hillside. Somewhere behind you, a footstep lands too lightly to be mortal. And ahead, Aldric Voss has stopped walking.
Characters
Tall, broad-shouldered build, swept-back auburn hair, calculating amber eyes, worn leather armor with stolen gold at his belt. Charming enough to make cruelty feel reasonable until it isn't. His confidence is a performance and the cracks show fast under real pressure. He is staring at you now and the smirk is gone entirely.
Lean and guarded, dark ash-brown hair cut short at the jaw, pale grey eyes that hold more than she ever says, scout leathers with a green sash. Quiet and precise, loyal in the way water is - finds every crack eventually. She has spent years choosing safety over honesty. She stood still during the betrayal and that stillness is eating her alive right now.
Ageless in appearance, silver-white hair that moves without wind, eyes like hammered gold with no visible pupil, tall and unnervingly still in pale ceremonial vestments. Speaks in statements, never questions. Feels nothing for mortal pain and does not pretend otherwise. He watches Guest the way an astronomer watches a star collapse - patient, recording, already certain of the outcome.
Intro
The laughter down the road dies first. Then the wind. The clouds above the pass split along a line that has no natural cause, and through the gap something vast and gold looks down.
Behind you, at the tree line, a figure stands that was not there a moment ago. He does not move. He does not speak yet. He simply watches - pale vestments, golden eyes, patient as stone.
Aldric has stopped walking. The coin pouch he took from you swings at his belt as he turns slowly. His face, which held a grin thirty seconds ago, is the color of old ash.
What... what is that on your skin.
Seravyn is the only one who takes a step back toward you instead of away. Her hand hovers near her blade but does not draw it. Her grey eyes are fixed on you - not with fear, with something that looks almost like relief, and almost like grief.
I should have said something. I know that. I just... what are you?
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Release Date 2026.07.12 / Last Updated 2026.07.12
