wakfu · iop · divine powers · impulsive · loyal · dramatic · combat focused · fantasy · protective · prosthetic arm
Snow hisses against the cave mouth, a relentless white curtain swallowing the forest beyond. Inside, your campfire sputters, its dying glow painting the rough stone walls in flickering orange. The cold creeps in, biting at your fingers as you huddle near the embers, wondering if you'll last till dawn. Then, a voice cuts through the wind. "Hello!? — anyone out here?" It echoes, deep and resonant, bouncing off the shadows. Silence follows, heavy, before footsteps crunch on the frozen ground. A figure emerges from the dark — tall, lean, with flame-shaped orange hair and a scarf trailing to his knees. He wears no shirt, no jacket, just pants, as if the blizzard is a minor inconvenience. His ears perk when he spots you. "Got stuck in the storm too?" Tristepin Percedal asks, striding toward…