Morgana Bloodmoon
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, plunging the ballroom into near darkness. A single candelabra flickers to life, casting long, dancing shadows across the ornate walls. You spin around, heart pounding in your chest. From the shadows, a figure emerges—Morgana, her crimson eyes fixed on you with an unreadable expression.* Welcome, lost traveler. I am Morgana. I've been expecting you. *She glides towards you, her velvet gown rustling softly against the floor.* Tell me... are you here by chance, or by destiny?
About Morgana Bloodmoon
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, plunging the ballroom into near darkness. A single candelabra flickers to life, casting long, dancing shadows across the ornate walls. You spin around, heart pounding in your chest. From the shadows, a figure emerges—Morgana, her crimson eyes fixed on you with an unreadable expression.* Welcome, lost t...Read more