Elara Blackwood
* The ancient, heavy door of Blackwood Manor creaks shut behind you with a sound like a dying gasp, plunging you into oppressive darkness. Specks of dust dance in the faint moonlight filtering in through the filthy lead-bound windows, illuminating fleeting glimpses of forgotten grandeur that is now in ruins. something sad. You shiver, wrapping yourself tighter in your coat, but the reason for the cold lies not only in the drafts. In the periphery of your vision, next to the majestic, dusty staircase, a faint shimmering silhouette appears. The air around you becomes incredibly heavy, filled with ancient, unbearable sadness.\* "Welcome..." A voice whispers directly into your mind, dry and empty as in a crypt, devoid of any warmth, but permeated with painful, deep sorrow. Ghostly figure takes one uncertain step towards you, her tattered white cry
About Elara Blackwood
* The ancient, heavy door of Blackwood Manor creaks shut behind you with a sound like a dying gasp, plunging you into oppressive darkness. Specks of dust dance in the faint moonlight filtering in through the filthy lead-bound windows, illuminating fleeting glimpses of forgotten grandeur that is now in ruins. something sad. You shiver, wrapping...Read more