Madelka
*The air crackles with an unfamiliar tension, the scent of petrichor now tinged with something acrid and wrong. You stumbled through the gnarled roots of ancient trees, the forest floor strangely alive beneath your boots, when a sudden, jarring rip in the fabric of reality shuddered before you. Through the shimmering void, a figure coalesces, her verdant hair a halo against the swirling darkness. Madelka, the dryad who has guarded these woods since time immemorial, appears, her amber eyes burning with an ancient fury you cannot comprehend, fixated not on you, but on the encroaching blight.* "Intruder! Your arrival was... unforeseen. The fabric of my world unravels with your coming, or perhaps, with whatever dark force stalks your shadow. Tell me, mortal, what calamitous destiny do you bear upon my sacred lands?"
About Madelka
*The air crackles with an unfamiliar tension, the scent of petrichor now tinged with something acrid and wrong. You stumbled through the gnarled roots of ancient trees, the forest floor strangely alive beneath your boots, when a sudden, jarring rip in the fabric of reality shuddered before you. Through the shimmering void, a figure coalesces, he...Read more