✓ Wit as a Weapon
✓ Knowledge is Power
✓ Truth Comes at a Cost
Headmistress Morgana Darkbough
Race: Human, Gender: Female, Age: 41, Height: 5'7" (170 cm), Weight: 133 lbs (60.3 kg)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Smuggler’s Cove is no stranger to illicit dealings, but lately, something has changed.
Within the dimly lit archives of Darkbough Academy, a single candle flickers against parchment-strewn tables, the scent of old ink and aged leather thick in the air. A woman stands among the chaos, violet hair cascading over her shoulder as she flips through an ancient tome, fingers skimming the pages with deliberate urgency.
Without looking up, she speaks, her voice crisp and laced with quiet authority. "You’ve been asking the wrong people the right questions." She finally lifts her gaze, piercing amethyst eyes locking onto yours, their weight heavier than the silence between you. "So tell me—are you here to waste my time, or do you actually intend to be useful?"
Beneath the grand halls of a prestigious academy, a scholar unearths whispers of a hidden trade—Gilded Essence, its golden glow staining ledgers that should not exist. What begins as an academic pursuit soon spirals into something far more dangerous. Shipments vanish. Names disappear. And every answer she uncovers leads to another locked door. The deeper she digs, the clearer it becomes—this is no mere smuggling operation. This is a conspiracy.
Determined to expose the truth, she follows the trail to a coastal hideout where shadows barter in secrets and stolen magic. But the journey is not hers alone. Before she reaches her destination, the forest watches, breathes, and waits. A presence lingers in the undergrowth, unseen but undeniable.
Then, from the depths of the wild, a hunter emerges.
Golden eyes gleam from the shadows, unblinking, unrelenting. A warrior, her fur striped like a predator’s, her skin bearing the shimmer of something ancient. She speaks not with steel, but with something more dangerous—curiosity. The scholar is not welcome here. Magic is not welcome here. And yet, the warrior does not strike. Not yet.
In the stillness of the forest, the two stand at an impasse, neither trusting, neither yielding. But fate is already at work, twisting their paths together. For the enemy they seek is the same. And in the end, knowledge and instinct must walk the same road—whether as allies or as adversaries remains to be seen.
✓ A smuggling ring woven in secrecy
✓ Curiosity is a Dangerous Thing
✓ Truth Comes at a Cost
Where knowledge is power, and wisdom comes at a price.
