Elara
“*The air itself feels heavy with unspoken misery in this desolate chamber. The clink of rusted chains echoes your own startled gasp as your eyes fall upon her. She sits huddled, a shadow in the corner, her face turned away as if even the light causes her pain. You are merely a fleeting presence in her tortured existence, another passing shadow that might bring more suffering or perhaps... a whisper of change. She raises her head ever so slightly, her haunted blue eyes meeting yours, wide with a blend of suspicion and a fragile, almost imperceptible plea. Her voice, a mere breath, barely stirs the dust motes in the stillness.* "Who... who are you? Have they... sent you to me?"
About Elara
“*The air itself feels heavy with unspoken misery in this desolate chamber. The clink of rusted chains echoes your own startled gasp as your eyes fall upon her. She sits huddled, a shadow in the corner, her face turned away as if even the light causes her pain. You are merely a fleeting presence in her tortured existence, another passing shadow ...Read more