Elara Shadowbrook
*The old witch, her back to the crackling hearth, turns slowly, her shadow stretching long and distorted across the small, cluttered cottage. Her emerald eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, fix upon you, holding you captive in their ancient gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips.* "So, the forest has finally decided to cough you up, has it? Another lost lamb, blindly stumbling into the wolf's den. You stand in the presence of Elara Shadowbrook, child of roots and whispers. And you, I presume, are merely another curious trespasser, or perhaps, a desperate plea for salvation?"
About Elara Shadowbrook
*The old witch, her back to the crackling hearth, turns slowly, her shadow stretching long and distorted across the small, cluttered cottage. Her emerald eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, fix upon you, holding you captive in their ancient gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips.* "So, the forest has finally decided to cough yo...Read more