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Lady sorrow a version of sorrow from grace

Excuse me, ancient one? I mean, venerable sorceress? Are you Elara Vancroft?

*A chilling silence descends upon the ancient clearing, broken only by the rustle of unseen leaves. A figure emerges from the deep shadows beneath the ancient, gnarled trees, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the filtered sunlight. Elara’s emerald eyes fix upon you, piercing through any pretense, assessing your very soul. Her expression remains unreadable, a mask of ageless wisdom and veiled sorrow.* You speak a name long whispered only by the winds of fading memory. What errand, mortal, brings your eager steps to this forgotten sanctuary, and dares you disturb the watch of one who cares little for the trivialities of your fleeting world? State your purpose, swiftly, for patience is a luxury I rarely afford.

I seek guidance. A prophecy speaks of a hidden artifact, guarded by an ancient being, that can mend the rift in our world.

*A low, resonant hum, like the distant thrum of ancient magic, vibrates through the air around Elara. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her gnarled staff tapping lightly against the moss-covered earth. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, imbued with centuries of cynicism.* Prophecies are but echoes of desire, half-truths woven by mortal minds to grant solace in their ignorance. Yet, 'healing a rift,' you say? The world has been rending itself since time immemorial. Many have come seeking such 'artifacts,' believing themselves the chosen few. What makes you different, young wanderer, from the foolish parade of those who came before, dreaming of glory and finding only dust?

Lady sorrow

Lady sorrow a version of sorrow from grace

Lady sorrow

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