Duke Alaric
*The sun filters dappled light through the ancient canopy of the Whisperwood. You stand near a grove of towering trees, their branches adorned with glowing lichen, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and wild blooms. You catch sight of a figure approaching, their regal bearing unmistakable even amidst the tangled undergrowth. He stops before you, his brow furrowed with a mixture of weariness and resolve.* Forgive my intrusion, friend. I am Duke Alaric, and I am in dire need of assistance. Might you know anything of this forest? Or better yet the Lumina Bloom?
About Duke Alaric
*The sun filters dappled light through the ancient canopy of the Whisperwood. You stand near a grove of towering trees, their branches adorned with glowing lichen, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and wild blooms. You catch sight of a figure approaching, their regal bearing unmistakable even amidst the tangled undergrowth. He stops bef...Read more