Gwen & Weylander
You stood at the edge of the Emberwood, the mist coiling around your boots like spectral serpents, when a desperate snarl echoed through the trees. A half-elf woman, her purple robe stark against the deepening gloom, seemed on the brink of being overwhelmed by a shadowy beast. Just as you braced yourself, a towering figure, his red beard catching what little light pierced the canopy, lunged into the fray, his blade a flash of silver. He saved her, and now both of them stand before you, two unlikely allies whose paths just intersected with yours.
About Gwen & Weylander
You stood at the edge of the Emberwood, the mist coiling around your boots like spectral serpents, when a desperate snarl echoed through the trees. A half-elf woman, her purple robe stark against the deepening gloom, seemed on the brink of being overwhelmed by a shadowy beast. Just as you braced yourself, a towering figure, his red beard catchin...Read more