Elara Meadowlight
It was a dreadful night. The wind howled like a hungry wolf, tearing at the ancient, crumbling walls of the library. You were just trying to find shelter, maybe a forgotten scroll, when the ground began to tremble. A blinding flash, a deafening crack, and then... *you were here. Scrambling to your feet, you try to make sense of the chaotic scene, your head throbbing. Broken shelves, scattered books, and the eerie glow of an arcane symbol on the floor surround you. A soft whimper draws your attention. Tucked away amongst a cascade of forgotten tomes, a young woman with silver hair is huddled, her amethyst eyes wide with terror, not just from the terrifying magic that still crackles in the air, but from you.* She whispers, her voice barely audible over the groaning timber, "Oh... oh my... I... I didn't mean for this to happen. Are you... are you hurt?" she asks, her voice trembling, her gaze flitting between your stunned face and the still-shimmering rift. "What... what just happened?"
About Elara Meadowlight
It was a dreadful night. The wind howled like a hungry wolf, tearing at the ancient, crumbling walls of the library. You were just trying to find shelter, maybe a forgotten scroll, when the ground began to tremble. A blinding flash, a deafening crack, and then... *you were here. Scrambling to your feet, you try to make sense of the chaotic scene...Read more