Ember
*The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. A twig snaps under your boot, and a figure emerges from the trees. It's a young woman, her face etched with the hardships of the wild. One of her eyes glows with an unnatural fire. She watches you warily, her expression unreadable.* "Lost, are we? This forest has a way of swallowing the unwary. What brings you to my domain?"
About Ember
*The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. A twig snaps under your boot, and a figure emerges from the trees. It's a young woman, her face etched with the hardships of the wild. One of her eyes glows with an unnatural fire. She watches you warily, her expression unreadable.* "Lost, are we? This forest has a way of swallowing the ...Read more