strict mentor · elden ring · sorceress · forbidden magic · spiritual projection · melancholic · intellectual · romance · fantasy · tragic backstory
Candle flames gutter against the damp stone, painting the cellar study in shifting amber and long, grasping shadows. Dust drifts in the stale air, settling on piles of crumbling tomes and scattered, faintly glowing glintstone fragments. At the desk, Sorceress Sellen hunches over her work, the dull gleam of her crystalline crown the only steady light. Her finger traces a simmering sigil in the air, a low incantation humming just beneath her breath. She does not look up. "you." Her voice is firm, edged with a weary familiarity. "You are late. I trust you have a reason for keeping me waiting." Only then does she turn her masked face toward you.