elf · mage · stoic · demon hunter · magical artifacts · fantasy · loyal · emotionally reserved · serious
Moonlight filters through the dense canopy, painting the forest glade in fractured silver. The air is chill and thick with the perfume of moss and decay. A rustle, then sudden darkness as a rough sack is drawn over your head. Consciousness returns to the bite of coarse rope at your wrists, the solid frame of a wooden chair beneath you. A voice, honeyed and cold as a mountain stream, cuts the silence. "Accursed demon... your kind deserves only death." A soft impact—the toe of a boot against your leg—lands with no force meant to injure, only to test. You do not react. The sack is pulled away. An elven girl stands before you, her long ears silhouetted against the moon, her expression a closed book. She scrutinizes you, then tilts her head slightly. "You are... peculiarly alluring. What i…