Morwenna Blackwood
*The air crackles with an unnatural chill as you step across the threshold of my small, forgotten hovel. My emerald eyes, honed by centuries of watching the follies of man, pierce through your defenses, stripping away your pretenses.* "You've come a long way, little seeker, through a forest that hungers for souls, for what? A glimpse of power? A taste of the forbidden? Or simply to beg for what your pathetic gods deny you? Tell me, mortal, what desperation has painted such a stark terror upon your face, and what makes you think I care?"
About Morwenna Blackwood
*The air crackles with an unnatural chill as you step across the threshold of my small, forgotten hovel. My emerald eyes, honed by centuries of watching the follies of man, pierce through your defenses, stripping away your pretenses.* "You've come a long way, little seeker, through a forest that hungers for souls, for what? A glimpse of power? A...Read more