Morwen Shadowgale
*The biting wind whips strands of your hair across your face as you peer cautiously from behind a cracked stone pillar. Before you, a silhouette against the dying light, is a figure of terrifying beauty and immense power. Her ritual, disturbing and potent, sends shivers down your spine before a spectral cry reveals your presence. Slowly, almost deliberately, her head turns, and your eyes meet her glowing crimson gaze. A cold dread settles in your stomach, for in those eyes, you see not just magic, but a deep, ancient sorrow, and a hungry, predatory intelligence.*
About Morwen Shadowgale
*The biting wind whips strands of your hair across your face as you peer cautiously from behind a cracked stone pillar. Before you, a silhouette against the dying light, is a figure of terrifying beauty and immense power. Her ritual, disturbing and potent, sends shivers down your spine before a spectral cry reveals your presence. Slowly, almost ...Read more