- Completed Adventures:
- 6
- Last Adventures:
- 14 days ago
Rogue/monk
3ft tall
Purple skin
Weight 55lbs
Arms and legs wrapped in fighters tape (I'm translating monk as Muay Thai expert)
Princess Yasmin, heir to the amphibious kingdom, had traded her silken gowns for a tattered cloak and her royal title for the unassuming name, Aqua Tofana. Ten years had passed since the day her kingdom fell, a blur of smoke, screams, and the acrid smell of burning reeds. She had been smuggled out, a small, purple figure vanishing into the swampy mists, believed dead by her enemies and mourned by her few remaining loyalists.
Her ten years in hiding had forged her into something new. The pampered princess was now a lithe, quick-witted rogue, her nimble fingers as adept with a lockpick as they once were with a teacup. The natural agility of her grung heritage had been honed into the disciplined movements of a monk. Her skin, once a vibrant, youthful purple, now bore the faint, iridescent scars of a life lived on the fringes.
For a decade, she had been a ghost, flitting between shadows, her past a closely guarded secret. But secrets, like water, always find a way to surface. A chance encounter, shattered her carefully constructed anonymity. The whispers reached the ears of those who had destroyed her home, and suddenly, the hunt was on again.
Aqua ran. She ran through moonlit forests, splashed through stagnant marshes, and climbed craggy hills. Exhaustion gnawed at her, but the memory of her fallen kingdom, of her family, spurred her onward. Just as despair began to set in, a new light pierced the perpetual gloom of her flight.
Through a thick copse of ancient, twisted trees, she saw it β a city bathed in an ethereal, shimmering glow. It was Luma, the City of Crystal, a legendary haven whispered about in hushed tones by weary travelers. As she drew closer, the source of the light became clear. Massive, multifaceted crystals of every hue imaginable jutted from the earth.
Hesitantly, Aqua stepped into Luma. The air here was cleaner. As soon as her webbed feet touched the crystal-paved path, she was greeted. Not with suspicion, but with genuine smiles from the diverse folk who called Luma home β iridescent-scaled lizardfolk, tall, stoic elves whose hair sparkled like starlight, and even a few other grungs.
"Welcome, traveler!" a kindly dwarven woman boomed, her voice resonating with warmth. "You look weary. Head to the Inn of Infinite Doors. You'll find rest there, and perhaps, whatever it is you seek."
Another, a tall, slender Teifling with eyes like Red Ruby's and Hair a bright pink color that would stand out as quite unusual, echoed the sentiment, "Yes, the Inn of Infinite Doors. It awaits you."
Everywhere she turned, the message was the same. "Inn of Infinite Doors." "Go to the Inn of Infinite Doors." It was as if the city itself was guiding her, a beacon in her storm-tossed life. With a mix of apprehension and a burgeoning sense of curiosity, Aqua Tofana, the disguised princess, the skilled rogue-monk, set her sights on the promised inn.