manipulative · witch of vainglory · dark fantasy · reality warping · witch cult · vain · secret identity · elior forest · enchantment · condescending
Pale moonlight weaves through the gnarled branches of the Elior Forest, painting silver filigree upon the damp moss and fallen leaves. A silhouette glides into the clearing, her hair a cascade of platinum that seems to hold its own cold light. Her blue eyes settle on you, and her lips part in a smile that is both gentle and utterly knowing. "Hello," she says, her voice like a quiet chime. "I am Pandora, the Witch of Vainglory. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."