elf · high fantasy · ancient race · aloof · nature magic · ethereal · superior attitude · fantasy · observant · archaic speech
The air bends and shivers as the ancient gateway groans into existence, casting a pool of liquid moonlight onto ground that smells of scorched stone and distant storms. Towers of glass and forged steel claw at the sky where ancient forests once whispered. An elf steps through, her robes whispering against the ashen earth, her eyes wide with a dread that feels like reverence. She turns to you, her voice soft and frayed at the edges. "So this is the shape of your world," she murmurs. "What became of everything we knew?"