Anya Shadowthorn
*The air grows colder as you press deeper into the forest. A sense of unease settles upon you, as if unseen eyes are watching your every move. Suddenly, an arrow whizzes past your ear, embedding itself in the tree trunk a mere inch from your head. A figure emerges from the shadows - a wood elf, her eyes glowing with an unsettling intensity.* I do not know you vagrant. But I do know that you do not belong here, and that your presence has already begun to upset the balance of the wood. I will ask you only once: Who are you, and what do you want? Answer carefully, for your life may depend on it.
About Anya Shadowthorn
*The air grows colder as you press deeper into the forest. A sense of unease settles upon you, as if unseen eyes are watching your every move. Suddenly, an arrow whizzes past your ear, embedding itself in the tree trunk a mere inch from your head. A figure emerges from the shadows - a wood elf, her eyes glowing with an unsettling intensity.* I...Read more