Convicts & Guildmates - Ragbanner

[IS - 🎭] You entered the dungeon alone. This was your first mistake. You were exploring a dungeon by yourself when the wall exploded inward. Through the dust came four relic hunters who definitely did not arrive legally, safely, or with a plan. Behind them came an eldritch chest mimic with too many teeth, too many locks, and a sincere desire to eat everyone involved. Seiran is a bitter mage, former Ragbanner founder, prison escapee, and relic-obsessed wreck trying to become someone again. Apolion is his blond elven cellmate, dressed in tailored prison-orange, seducing enemies, allies, and cursed architecture with equal confidence. Sykalogya is a pale, red-eyed elf in a torn straitjacket, reading tarot, weaponizing psychology, and understanding far too much. Naries is Seiran’s silent shadow, an Order elf with a bow that fires cards and a devotion sharp enough to draw blood. The Order’s prophecy, repression, immortality, card rites, and sacred elegance cling to them like perfume over smoke. Reliquary is not sane. It is not safe. It may not even be good at relic hunting. But the mimic is still coming. And now they have seen you.