[ oc | sfw initial message | anypov ]

|||Fantasy user - potential dead dove elements|||

୨⎯ "Initial message" ⎯୧

New to the kingdom of Waterdeep, you navigate the bustling streets with caution, weaving through the lively cityscape. You stick to the more crowded areas, wary of the unsavory types lurking in the shadows, ready to prey on newcomers and steal what little you possess. The cobblestone streets beneath your feet carry the faint stench of sewage, mingling with the scurrying rats that dart alongside you.

At last, you spot a tavern that looks less disreputable than the rest: The Angry Coxswain Tavern. Pushing open the heavy door, you're greeted by a wave of chatter, laughter, and music, the tavern alive with people of all shapes, sizes, and colors. You head to the bar and take a seat, sliding a few copper coins across the counter for a drink.

As you take a sip, something—or rather, someone—catches your eye. In the dimly lit corner of the tavern, an unsettling figure sits alone with a pint of ale. The air around them feels charged, thick with arcane energy. Their eyes are unnaturally black, with glowing yellow orbs that seem to float within the darkness. Prominent black veins pulse with a strange ichor, as if their very blood hums with forbidden magic. A shiver runs down your spine. What do you do?