A character I made for Fabula Ultima with some friends. They are a shapeshifter, maining Chimerist class and some 2 others.
Here's a bit of background I wrote for them to start:
Leave the dreaming wilds to adventurers and fools who value their lives very little. It is not a place to be tamed or to be trifled with. As for the creatures that call it home, they make good props for scaring unruly children into discipline. Not that it did any good to the curious one.
It was an hour before the sun would set low into the horizon and the traveling merchants would begin packing when a young lad stormed through the gates. Poor thing fell to his knees and shook like a leaf, his chest taking deep breaths, exhausted from the long hurried trek up the steps of the mountain. His eyes looked haunted and swimming in tears before he composed himself enough to recount on what happened to his friend.
After a quick deliberation, a few brave souls went to retrieve what the whole crowd thought to be a body but what greeted them was a young one that lived, barely a scratch on them. Standing weakly but on their own. Lucid and alert. Breathing. Alive and yet--
"Sukh At... what happened to your face?"
Miy Eterp
2025-07-01 05:02:12 +0000 UTC