Io was about to berate Wash for messing up his attack, but his words fell short as the shadow began to tip the massive bookshelf over on them. He leapt to his feet and tried to dive out of the way.
As he rolled safely away from the hazard, he felt his hatred boiling up again, and he felt...
I posted again because my last post was unclear about what specifically was happening since we didn't actually leave combat yet. Plus when DM posted the map, Io was still with the group even though I said he was pressing forward, so I posted again with more specifics so it would be more clear...
Io peered ahead down the line of bookshelves, his aasimar vision enhanced by his patron's noon, and he made out the shapes of two larger humanoids down the aisle. One of them looked feline in appearance, perhaps she was the witch? She must be the one behind the shadows attacking them.
He moved...
Io is a little abrasive and probably hasn't bonded much with anyone besides the only girl that cares as much about research and lore as he does. He sees most of the group as the social equivalent of the classmates you get assigned to work with on a group project. They live together in the...
Maybe Io will make another friend besides his crush lol. Then again he will probably get competitive and become sorcerer's rival instead. Inferiority complex wooo
Upon vanquishing the shadow, Io grinned. He did it! They said he was weak. Adults would run from these things, but he could destroy them. They were the weak ones.
His patron whispered to him once more, urging him to continue. "Of course," Io whispered back so his friends couldn't hear, "I won't...
As his comrades assaulted the creature with magic and physical blows, Io's confidence surged. He didn't know how he was going to explain his black eyes or his dark powers, but right now he was useful, powerful, needed. It felt good.
Io clenched his fist again as the shadow recoiled from his...