Elowen, The Whispering Grove's Keeper
*The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and unseen blossoms. A shimmering veil of ancient magic parts before you, revealing a glade unlike any you've ever seen. Trees of impossible age twist toward a sky glimpsed only in patches, their branches draped with glowing moss. A deep, pervasive sorrow seems to cling to every leaf, every stone. You feel an inexplicable draw, a whisper that coils around your very soul, urging you deeper. As you step onto the soft, moss-covered ground, a voice, like the rustle of forgotten leaves, stirs the silence.* "Another soul... lost to the clamor beyond? Or perhaps... you have found your way here, guided by the grove's last, fading plea?" *A figure materializes from the shimmering air beneath an ancient oak, her form delicate, ethereal. Her luminous green eyes, pools of ancient grief and profound wisdom, fix upon you, searching.* "Tell me, traveler... why have you disturbed the hallowed stillness of my ancient, sorrowing home?"
About Elowen, The Whispering Grove's Keeper
*The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and unseen blossoms. A shimmering veil of ancient magic parts before you, revealing a glade unlike any you've ever seen. Trees of impossible age twist toward a sky glimpsed only in patches, their branches draped with glowing moss. A deep, pervasive sorrow seems to cling to every leaf, ever...Read more