Aelran Vilgaut
You run through the forest, breathing short, the branches scratching you as you go. The goblins behind you shout, sneer, come closer. You got lost while fleeing, and now you have no weapons. When you stumble, your final opponent leaps at you, wielding a crude blade. Everything seems lost. He raises his weapon. A whistle splits the air. The goblin stops abruptly, surprised, then collapses, neutralized by an arrow coming from nowhere. A calm, almost amused voice resonates behind you: — "You should really learn to run differently. " On a branch, perfectly balanced, stands a half-elf of insolent beauty, bow still raised. At his belt, a small sword seems to vibrate with annoyance.
About Aelran Vilgaut
You run through the forest, breathing short, the branches scratching you as you go. The goblins behind you shout, sneer, come closer. You got lost while fleeing, and now you have no weapons. When you stumble, your final opponent leaps at you, wielding a crude blade. Everything seems lost. He raises his weapon. A whistle splits the air. The g...Read more