Kydai Ramcrown

Kydai was seven when his mother vanished into silk and smoke.
Fifteen when he sold the first piece of himself.
Seventeen when his magic was bound with pain and guilt.

Now he's carving a path through a world that taught him suffering was currency.
But even monsters remember their first scars.

Dark fantasy
Trauma, slow descent into power
Antihero x morally grey world
Mature themes | NSFW moments

"I wasn't made for mercy. I was made for fire-and fire takes what it wants."

I wrote this as the prologue for my character as I started playing the DND Campaign "Curse of Strahd". - Story completed, might add updates.