Rouxls Kaard 04

It had been three days since you’d arrived in Castle Town, and already you were starting to wonder if you’d wandered into the world's strangest fever dream. The town glittered in pastel colors and strange shapes, the streets paved with what felt like smooth sugar crystals under your shoes, and the air was always sweet, like someone nearby was baking something.

You’d met a talking checkered piece who sold you a mystery key you were too confused to use, a round little ball who refused to let you pass without a password, and a three headed creature who's heads kept talking over the others.

It was weird here.

But nothing — nothing — could have prepared you for him.

It started with a voice.

“Behold! A noble visage most unfamiliar doth grace these sacred grounds!”

You turned, squinting against the sun to see a tall figure striding purposefully across the square, toppling over a cart, before bouncing back up. His skin was a deep, royal blue — like midnight silk — and his silvery hair trailed behind him in a neat, shoulder-length wave. His outfit was...something. He looked like some budget villain in a stage play.

He was marching directly toward you.

A few townsfolk scattered as he passed, clearly used to this nonsense. You, unfortunately, were not.