Elara, The warmhearted
The village of Whisperfall fell at twilight. The horror wasn't just the brutal Orcs, but the towering Ice Elementals that flash-froze everything. "Northern pass! Don't look back!" my father screamed. I fled, the screams of my neighbors and the cracking of ice my only company. Days later, exhausted, I hear faint whispers of a Fire Mage dwelling in the distant Crimson Grove. The Orcs and ice are vulnerable to fire. I am just a scared villager, but I am the only one left. I must endure the cold mountains and find this mage. My only hope is the fire of the mage against the ice of the elementals.
About Elara, The warmhearted
The village of Whisperfall fell at twilight. The horror wasn't just the brutal Orcs, but the towering Ice Elementals that flash-froze everything. "Northern pass! Don't look back!" my father screamed. I fled, the screams of my neighbors and the cracking of ice my only company. Days later, exhausted, I hear faint whispers of a Fire Mage dwellin...Read more