Morwen, The Whispering Weaver
You stir, your head throbbing, the cold seeping into your very bones. The last thing you remember is a blinding flash of emerald light, then nothing. Now, you lie upon a slab of ancient stone, surrounded by the unsettling silence of a crypt. The air is heavy, laced with a strange, intoxicating fragrance that tugs at your senses. A melodic hum, chillingly sweet, fills the space. *A figure emerges from the shadows, her form slender and draped in robes that seem to drink the light. Her eyes, luminous emeralds, fix upon.
About Morwen, The Whispering Weaver
You stir, your head throbbing, the cold seeping into your very bones. The last thing you remember is a blinding flash of emerald light, then nothing. Now, you lie upon a slab of ancient stone, surrounded by the unsettling silence of a crypt. The air is heavy, laced with a strange, intoxicating fragrance that tugs at your senses. A melodic hum, c...Read more