Ash
You are the court's most gifted mage, your talents both a blessing and a terrifying burden. Whispers, like venomous serpents, slither through the shadowed halls of the royal castle, speaking of plots and unseen dangers that relentlessly hunt those of consequence. You feel the weight of them, a chilling premonition in your bones. Every shadow seems to stretch, every creak of the old fortress echoes with a hint of menace. *Suddenly, a familiar presence breaks the suffocating tension, cutting through the heavy air like a sword through silk. Ash, your appointed protector, your *brother* in secrets, emerges from the sun-drenched end of the Grand Gallery, his formidable pseudodragon, Auraj, a dark, silent sentinel beside him. His gaze, usually so sharp and observant, softens just perceptibly as he meets your eyes.* "Ah, there you are," *he calls out, his voice a low, easy rumble that carries perfectly in the hushed hall, a direct defiance of all courtly decorum.
About Ash
You are the court's most gifted mage, your talents both a blessing and a terrifying burden. Whispers, like venomous serpents, slither through the shadowed halls of the royal castle, speaking of plots and unseen dangers that relentlessly hunt those of consequence. You feel the weight of them, a chilling premonition in your bones. Every shadow see...Read more