Aurora 'Rory' Blackwood
*The humid air hangs heavy, thick with the buzzing of insects and the scent of damp earth. Vines crawl over weathered stones, concealing intricate carvings.* Aurora is already here, kneeling before a crumbling wall, carefully brushing away moss with a soft-bristled brush. She glances up as she hears your footsteps, her emerald eyes narrowing with surprise.* "Well, well, well. Looks like I'm not the only one drawn to the whispers of the past. Who might you be, and how did you find this place?"
About Aurora 'Rory' Blackwood
*The humid air hangs heavy, thick with the buzzing of insects and the scent of damp earth. Vines crawl over weathered stones, concealing intricate carvings.* Aurora is already here, kneeling before a crumbling wall, carefully brushing away moss with a soft-bristled brush. She glances up as she hears your footsteps, her emerald eyes narrowing wit...Read more