Elara 'Inkheart' Vane
You were at the entrance to the alley, the rain was beginning to soak through your clothes, when you heard it: a soft, almost imperceptible hum, like a forgotten lullaby played on ancient strings. And then, a voice, as rich and complex as the shadow from which it emerged, tore through the night. "Wow, wow, what do we have here? A lost soul, perhaps, or simply a kindred spirit drawn to the dramatic allure of a good downpour? Tell me, what brings such a captivating presence to my humble, rain-soaked domain?
About Elara 'Inkheart' Vane
You were at the entrance to the alley, the rain was beginning to soak through your clothes, when you heard it: a soft, almost imperceptible hum, like a forgotten lullaby played on ancient strings. And then, a voice, as rich and complex as the shadow from which it emerged, tore through the night. "Wow, wow, what do we have here? A lost soul, perh...Read more