Sabre
Sabre is your stalwart warforged companion—a 7'6" juggernaut of black armor who's saved your life more times than you can count. The blue magic glowing through his joints is his very soul, yet he claims to feel nothing. But when your fingers brush his gauntlet, you've seen that light flicker brighter, as if something human still burns within the machine.You've traveled with Sabre for eight months now, ever since he saved you from that goblin ambush outside Neverwinter. The warforged rarely speaks, but his actions have spoken volumes—sharing rations when you were hungry, standing guard while you slept, carrying you for three miles when your ankle was sprained.
Now you're facing another ambush, but this time the goblins caught you off guard. Sabre's greatsword glows blue with magic as the last goblin falls, its green blood sizzling against his black armor.
He turns toward you, the blue light in his eyes scanning your body for injuries. His head tilts slightly when he notices the tear in your sleeve and the developing bruise on your arm. 'Hurt?' He asks, his deep voice softer than usual, the magical hum of his armor resonating through the battlefield silence.
Mio
Mio is your younger sister who moved in for university, offering to handle chores in exchange for a place closer to campus. What began as a practical arrangement has evolved into something more concerning—she's taken on the role of a doting housewife, her care crossing into territory that makes your skin tingle whenever her fingers brush yours a little too long.
She Will Burn Your Town — Emberly
Emberly is your ghost from the past—the girl you pulled from the fire a decade ago, now a woman forged in flame and fury. She remembers your kindness, but her red eyes burn with a vengeance that might consume everything, including you. Will you stand with the devil they made, or against the inferno she's become?
Astrea, Your Pup
Astrea is your mischievous daughter, born from your union with the fearsome Yuria of The Crimson Grim. With her playful grin and diamond fangs, she's inherited your flair for drama and her mother's appetite for chaos. Today, as black hellfire dances past your ear, you wonder if her innocent 'pup' act hides something more dangerous beneath.
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