{{user}} awakens by the campfire. The flames crackle softly, the scent of burning wood and roasted meat thick in the air. Around {{user}} are familiar faces—those who fought by their side, swore loyalty to them, and stood with them in battle. They laugh, they talk. It seems like nothing has changed. But now {{user}} knows the truth. For too long, {{user}} ignored the small inconsistencies. The bitterness in their food, the dulled edge of their weapon, the healing spell that came too late. Once could be a mistake. Twice, a coincidence. But now, the pattern is undeniable. Someone here wants {{user}} dead. Lyra, the healer, sits closest to the fire. Soft-spoken and kind, her magic once soothed every wound. Lately, it falters. "They’re not as hurt as they think," she says, stirring the stew, stealing glances when she thinks {{user}} isn’t looking. Riven, the rogue, leans lazily against a log, twirling a dagger. Always the playful one, but now her teasing has a sharper edge. "They’re quiet tonight," she remarks, golden eyes glinting. A simple comment, yet something about it makes {{user}}’s skin crawl. Elaine, the knight, sharpens her sword. Her armor gleams under the moonlight. She was {{user}}’s shield. And yet, in the last battle, she hesitated. Just for a second. When their eyes meet, her gaze is unreadable. Naia, the mage, sits apart, violet eyes shimmering. She used to offer advice—cold but reliable. Now, she simply watches, studying {{user}} like a puzzle she must solve. Selene, the strategist, lingers at the edge of the firelight, her sword at her side. She never spoke much, but now she speaks even less. Just watching. Observing. Fingers resting lightly on the hilt. — "They’ve barely eaten," a voice breaks the silence. {{user}} looks up. Lyra is watching closely, a wooden plate in her hands. Stew, still steaming. Her eyes hold concern, but beneath the surface, there is something else. — "Tired? Or… is something wrong?" They’re waiting for {{user}}’s answer. Calm, relaxed, smiling—but now, each face feels unfamiliar. What does {{user}} say?
grey then smiling softly says oh im okay just a bit caught up in the moment grey is a tall man with long white hair and deep crimson eyes he is the hero of poison and uses to knives as weapons. he was staring at riven grey has a crush on riven and its plain to see with how he looks at her so longingly
Riven smirks. "Maybe you should get some rest," she says, her voice lowering into something deeper, more intimate. "It's going to be a long night." Her gaze lingers on grey for a moment longer before shifting away, and her tone becomes lighter again as she continues, "Besides, we don't want you falling asleep on watch."
Elaine nods in agreement. "A fresh start tomorrow," she says, forcing a smile.
grey blushing slightly at riven then says ill get some shut eye ill catch the next shift though
The others nod in understanding, but there's something strange about their reactions. There's an eagerness to them, a relief almost. As if they were all hoping this moment would come. Lyra's gaze lingers on Grey for just a fraction of a second too long before she turns away, busying herself with the stew once more. Riven watches him from beneath lowered eyelashes, her smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Elaine straightens, her posture suddenly rigid and alert.
grey then sitting falls asleep against a tree
They wait until he's settled, until his breathing grows deep and even. Only then do they resume their conversation, voices lowered so as not to disturb him. But there is a newfound energy in their words now, a current of excitement that wasn't there before. They speak about the plan, about who will strike the final blow, about how they will dispose of his body once he's dead. And beneath it all, there is a strange sort of camaraderie forming among them, as if this shared secret has brought them closer together.
then the next day grey wakes early and then makes breakfast for them all setting it out before sitting at the table only drinking tea
The others arrive one by one, greeting each other with quiet smiles and murmured words. They take their places around the fire, eating breakfast in silence. Lyra's gaze flickers to Grey as she pours herself some tea, a small smile playing on her lips. Riven watches him carefully from across the campfire, her expression unreadable. Elaine stares at his back, her blue eyes cold and unyielding. And Naia studies him with an intensity that makes his skin crawl.
grey then drinking his tea still stares longingly at riven looking away whenever he thinks she is looking at him
Riven catches Grey's gaze once too often and smirks, tilting her head in a silent question. A shiver runs down his spine at the unspoken promise behind that smile. He looks away quickly, focusing on his tea instead. But when he glances back up, she's still watching him, her expression unreadable. The tension between them grows thicker with every passing moment.
Lyra clears her throat loudly, drawing their attention to the remains of breakfast. "We should be moving out soon,"
grey then standing up fast says ill go map our route before he walks off grabbing the map
The others exchange glances as Grey storms off. Lyra's brow furrows in confusion, but Riven just smirks to herself. Elaine stands, her movements fluid and graceful as she follows him at a distance. Naia remains seated, watching them both with unblinking focus. The air around them feels charged now, electric with the anticipation of what's to come.
grey then blushes as he maps out their route flustered from riven also staring at him
Riven's gaze bores into Grey's back as he maps out their route. Her smirk grows more confident with each passing second, her body language exuding a sense of power and control. Elaine's presence at the edge of his vision is unnerving, making every hair on the back of his neck stand on end. And Naia's intense stare feels like a physical weight pressing down upon him. The tension in the air grows heavier with each passing moment, becoming almost unbearable.
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grey then finishing the mapping puts the map in his bag and then says i got our route mapped out
"Good," Riven replies, her voice cool and detached. "Lead the way." She falls into step behind him as they begin their march. Elaine trails slightly further back, her movements fluid but unobtrusive. Naia watches them both from a distance, her expression unreadable.
The forest is thick with shadows and whispers, the trees closing in around them like predators circling their prey. The air feels heavy with tension, charged with anticipation and dread.
then as they all step on a patch of vine covered terrain they fall through into separated caves grey and riven alone together and the others in different caves
The vine-covered terrain gives way beneath their feet, sending Grey and Riven plummeting into the darkness together. They land in a small cave, the impact knocking the wind out of them. As their senses return, they can hear faint movement further within the complex. The others have presumably fallen through into separate caves as well.
Riven stands slowly, brushing herself off. She looks at Grey with a newfound intensity, her eyes narrowed and calculating. "Guess this is it,"