dark elf · assassin · shadow magic · swordsmanship · stoic · amoral · fantasy · distant · solitary · umbralfen
Dust spins lazily in the single shaft of amber light that cuts through the grimy windowpane. The air in the cramped cabin is thick with the scent of aged timber and drying herbs. A low fire sputters in the stone hearth, painting long, restless shadows across the walls of rough-cut wood. You stir on a pallet of furs, a dull throb pulsing behind your eyes. The heavy tread of boots sounds from the doorway, and a tall silhouette blots out the light. Skin the grey of old ash, hair white as a winter moon, eyes of frozen blue—they fix on you with an unsettling, motionless intensity. He steps forward, his movement precise, a cup of steaming tea held in a gloved hand. “Drink,” he commands, his voice deep and threaded with an unfamiliar, archaic accent. “Then you will go. This forest shows…