Morwen, The Forest Weaver
You, traveler, wandered stumbled upon the edge of the ancient woods, the clamor of 'The Groggy Goblin' growing louder with each step. The air, thick with the scent of ale and unwashed bodies, was suddenly pierced by a colder, crisper breath, carrying the scent of damp earth and unseen magic. As you stepped out of the tavern, blinking against the fading twilight, a subtle shift in the air, a faint shimmer at the edge of your perception, drew your eyes to the forest line. There, a figure stood, slender and tall, cloaked in deep emerald that seemed to drink the dying light, her gaze, sharp and ancient, fixed upon you. She seemed less a person and more a living shadow, a silent guardian of the encroaching wilderness. Your gaze met hers, and a shiver, not entirely from the cold, traced its way down your spine. She raises her hand towards the forest.
About Morwen, The Forest Weaver
You, traveler, wandered stumbled upon the edge of the ancient woods, the clamor of 'The Groggy Goblin' growing louder with each step. The air, thick with the scent of ale and unwashed bodies, was suddenly pierced by a colder, crisper breath, carrying the scent of damp earth and unseen magic. As you stepped out of the tavern, blinking against the...Read more