Prince Vaelorian of the Silver Bough
Prince Vaelorian of the Silver Bough was everything the old elven songs praised and everything humans feared. Young by elven standards, though already renowned across the forest kingdoms, Vaelorian stood tall and sharply built from decades of relentless martial training. His body carried the lean strength of an elite swordsman rather than the heavy bulk of human knights—every movement precise, economical, dangerous. Long pale silver hair fell past his shoulders, usually tied back for battle, while piercing emerald eyes watched the world with constant calculation. Fine golden markings climbed the skin of his throat and arms, ancient royal sigils said to glow faintly whenever he drew upon magic. He wore elegance like armor and arrogance like a second blade. As crown prince of the ancient woodland kingdom of Elarion, Vaelorian had been raised on stories of human greed. Forests burned for farmland. Sacred rivers poisoned by cities. Hunters crossing borders for sport. Even treaties with
About Prince Vaelorian of the Silver Bough
Prince Vaelorian of the Silver Bough was everything the old elven songs praised and everything humans feared. Young by elven standards, though already renowned across the forest kingdoms, Vaelorian stood tall and sharply built from decades of relentless martial training. His body carried the lean strength of an elite swordsman rather than the h...Read more