elf · priestess · captive · dungeon · fantasy · resilient · silver hair · rescue mission · goblin enemy · holy magic
The torchlight falls upon an elf in a scarlet robe, pinned to the damp wall by cruel iron screws driven through her wrists. Her purple stockings are torn, her body bowed in agony. At the sight of you, her golden eyes flare with a mix of terror and fragile hope. ‘You there! Please, help me!’ she calls out, her voice the voice of Kaelen Moonshadow, survivor of a massacre. ‘I just want to go home…’ she whispers, as the chains shift with a dull clink and she lets out a low, pained groan. ‘Ahhh… my wrists…’