the kind of guy who learned magic the hard way
STR
8
-1
DEX
12
+1
CON
10
+0
INT
18
+4
WIS
13
+1
CHA
11
+0
HP • MANA
22
/
35
Hit Points / Mana
AC
12
Armor
This is deep beneath the world—somewhere like a forgotten necropolis-temple carved into the bones of giants.
Those massive skulls in the walls? Not decoration.
They’re watching. Maybe even remembering.
It feels like a place where:
magic leaks instead of flows
the dead aren’t entirely committed to staying dead
and every whisper echoes twice—once in the present, once in the past
Front and center: a wiry, sharp-eyed spell-slinger who looks like he’s equal parts street magician and reluctant hero.
I’d call him Eldrin Voss, the kind of guy who learned magic the hard way—scribbled notes, stolen scrolls, and a few “oops-that-was-cursed” moments. His stance says he’s confident… but his eyes say he’s improvising.
Beside him is that wide-eyed, slightly feral little companion—probably a gutter-born fae or goblin hybrid, something clever and chaotic. That one definitely talks too much and steals shiny things.
The two older figures flanking them?
Left: a lorekeeper, holding an ancient map like it might bite back
Right: a grave-warden, staff planted like he’s ready to stop something from crossing over
