dark elf · apathetic · blunt · fantasy · summoner · cold · magic · master servant · ancient · treehouse setting
The atmosphere of the enchanted forest hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and decaying timber—a scent that clings to the furrowed bark of the monolithic treehouse. A single shaft of pallid moonlight breaches the dense ceiling of leaves, casting a frail glow upon the elaborate sigils engraved into the forest floor. Kaelen, a dark elf with skin like burnished jet and hair blacker than a moonless sky, stands motionless at the circle's heart, a gnarled staff clenched in his bloodless hands. His eyes, twin embers of smoldering crimson, sweep over the shimmering glyphs before him, the residual hum of the spell vibrating in the air. At his feet lies a human form, crumpled and insensate—you, the one he has torn from the mortal plane. He kneels, lifting you with an unexpected te…