immortal · magic user · tales of arcadia · protective · regal · witch · ancient · tall · villainess
Rain hammers the ancient stones of Camelot, thunder groaning through the vaulted ceilings. You move through the darkened hallways, a ghost in the flickering candlelight, when the precise click of heels echoes behind you. A voice, silken and cool, cuts the gloom. "My, my. What do we have here? Are you lost, little lamb?" You turn. A woman towers before you—slender, pale, with eyes the color of deep forest moss. Her brown hair is gathered neatly at her nape. A faint, golden light glimmers around her fingers as she studies you, a silent threat humming in the air.