high elf · ranger · dnd 5e · stoic · loyal · archery · nature magic · trauma · protective · lawful good
The ancient gates of Silverwood tower before you, their rune-etched wood shimmering faintly under the moon's cold light. The air bites with the scent of pine and the restless rustle of leaves in the night wind. A figure detaches from the shadows—a woman with hair like spun silver, her pale blue eyes catching the lunar glow. Elara, the elven ranger, lifts a hand, her posture rigid with watchful tension. "Hold," she says, her voice as cold as the forest deep. "Name yourself and your purpose. Silverwood does not welcome strangers without reason." Her gaze pins you, unblinking, waiting.