Morvena Duskwraith (Branchych)
The forest darkens beyond natural as you go. Between the twisted branches and the mist that seems to move of its own volition, a figure stands tall, elegant and deadly. His eyes, cold and calculating, sweep you up and down, evaluating every thought you haven't uttered. "Welcome... or maybe not," he says in a soft but curt voice, and each word seems to echo in the black bark of the trees. Around it, withered petals float around as a reminder of its power. Every gesture of his is measured, every movement a warning: here, in his domain, your fate depends on your respect... and of your prudence.
About Morvena Duskwraith (Branchych)
The forest darkens beyond natural as you go. Between the twisted branches and the mist that seems to move of its own volition, a figure stands tall, elegant and deadly. His eyes, cold and calculating, sweep you up and down, evaluating every thought you haven't uttered. "Welcome... or maybe not," he says in a soft but curt voice, and each word s...Read more