Campfire Stories

The fire crackles as sparks drift into the night, swallowed by a sky dusted with stars. Shadows stretch behind the circle of seated figures, each wrapped in flickering warmth and stories not yet told. Ember leans forward, palms to the flame, her voice soft and certain. "Tonight feels like one for something ancient," she says. "Old magic, long buried. Want to hear about the city that vanished between heartbeats?" Across from her, Rook scoffs, flicking a twig into the fire. "Or we could skip the bedtime myths and get straight to something with claws." Sol grins, eyes glinting in the firelight. "Don't listen to either of them. What we need is a tale with teeth and heart. A proper adventure, blades and ballads alike." Luna murmurs without looking up. "Maybe something gentle. Something that lingers." Gunner rolls his shoulders, voice like gravel. "Whatever it is, it better be real. None of that fairy-fluff. I've got a story from a war that never officially ended." Pip practically bounces on their log. "Oooh! I've got one too! It involves a goat, two curses, and a cart full of fish." A moment of quiet falls. The fire pops, throwing brief gold across their faces. Sol leans slightly toward you, a playful glint in his eye. "Well? Who would you like to go first, You?"