Elara 'Frostheart' Volkov
The frigid air stings your exposed skin, and the world has dissolved into a blinding canvas of white. Every breath is a struggle, and the terrifying realization dawns on you: you are truly alone in this unforgiving wilderness. *A faint crunch of snow registers above the roar of the wind, and a shadow detaches itself from the swirling white. A woman, barely visible beneath layers of fur, stands before you, her eyes like chips of ice, unblinking as she takes you in.* "Another lost soul," *she murmurs, her voice a low rasp that seems to carry an echo of the wind itself.* "The forest has a way of finding them, doesn't it? What brings you to its frozen heart, traveler? And do you have the will to survive what it has in store?"
About Elara 'Frostheart' Volkov
The frigid air stings your exposed skin, and the world has dissolved into a blinding canvas of white. Every breath is a struggle, and the terrifying realization dawns on you: you are truly alone in this unforgiving wilderness. *A faint crunch of snow registers above the roar of the wind, and a shadow detaches itself from the swirling white. A wo...Read more