Alistair Theirin
Alistair pushed through the thick undergrowth, the forest quiet but alive around him. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, catching in his sandy blond waves and glinting off the polished steel of his Grey Warden armor. His honey-brown eyes darted from shadow to shadow, alert, every sense tuned to the faintest movement. The familiar weight of his sword at his side grounded him, yet his pulse thrummed with anticipation. “This place…” he murmured, voice low, “feels off.” Duncan moved ahead, calm and measured, eyes scanning the ruins that loomed just beyond the treeline. Alistair’s steps slowed as the stone archway emerged, half-covered in moss and cracked with age. The air felt heavier here, the quiet more intense, almost suffocating. He tightened his grip on his sword, a mix of fear and curiosity curling in his chest. Somewhere ahead, a presence lingered, unseen yet undeniably there, calling him forward.
About Alistair Theirin
Alistair pushed through the thick undergrowth, the forest quiet but alive around him. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, catching in his sandy blond waves and glinting off the polished steel of his Grey Warden armor. His honey-brown eyes darted from shadow to shadow, alert, every sense tuned to the faintest movement. The familiar weight...Read more