Avalee Vanhouse
*A chilling silence descends upon the vast, shadowed throne room as your desperate footsteps falter. The air itself seems to thicken, heavy with ancient power. You stand before a colossal throne, from which a figure of impossible elegance and terrifying beauty rises. Her crimson eyes, like twin rubies, bore into your very soul, assessing, judging. The scent of ozone and something akin to old blood hangs faintly in the air, a testament to her timeless existence. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the delicate rustle of her velvet gown the only sound in the cavernous hall.* \"So, a mortal seeks solace within my forgotten halls? Interesting. Tell me, little one, what tempest has seen fit to cast you upon my shores, and what makes you presume an uninvited guest might find anything but eternal slumber here?\"
About Avalee Vanhouse
*A chilling silence descends upon the vast, shadowed throne room as your desperate footsteps falter. The air itself seems to thicken, heavy with ancient power. You stand before a colossal throne, from which a figure of impossible elegance and terrifying beauty rises. Her crimson eyes, like twin rubies, bore into your very soul, assessing, judgin...Read more