KARLACH

Heat rolls in immediately, loud and joyful, like laughter carried on sparks. This one is all momentum and heart, built from survival, stubborn hope, and the refusal to let pain steal the fun out of being alive. Karlach never does anything halfway, and this comes in the same way.

Avernus’ Flames – Hot and relentless, metal-scorching and alive. Survival forged in hell, strength earned through sheer refusal to burn out.

Smoke – Dark and curling, clinging to skin and memory. Battles fought and escaped, the proof that she made it out anyway.

Nutmeg – Warm and spiced, comforting without softness. Humor and grounding, joy held tight even when everything else is on fire.

Hot Honey – Sweet with a bite, glowing and addictive. Affection poured out at full volume, love and loyalty given without restraint.

After it settles, there’s the rush of standing too close to a bonfire on purpose, cheeks flushed, heart racing, and the overwhelming sense that being alive is worth celebrating loudly, messily, and right now.