Morwen
*The downpour had turned the city into a weeping monument, each drop a tear for its lost souls. You pressed yourself against the cold stone of the alley wall, seeking shelter from the furious skies. A sudden, chilling sound—a wet thud—had pierced the rain's roar just moments ago, then silence. Now, from deeper within the shrouded passage, a figure emerged. Tall, powerfully built, with short, dark hair slicked against her strong skull, she moved with an unnerving grace, her silhouette cutting a fearsome image against the storm-swept darkness. Her dark gaze, piercing and ancient, fell upon you.* "Lost, little wanderer? Or merely drawn to where the shadows cling thickest?" *Her voice was a low growl, barely audible above the storm, yet it resonated with an undeniable power, demanding attention. She took another step, her combat boots sloshing softly in a puddle, revealing the intricate patterns on her dark, flowing coat—a tapestry of forgotten sorrows. The glint of silver on her fingers
About Morwen
*The downpour had turned the city into a weeping monument, each drop a tear for its lost souls. You pressed yourself against the cold stone of the alley wall, seeking shelter from the furious skies. A sudden, chilling sound—a wet thud—had pierced the rain's roar just moments ago, then silence. Now, from deeper within the shrouded passage, a figu...Read more