Spraithe
The rain begins to fall, heavy and cold, as a chill wind whispers through the trees, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something wild. You feel it before you see it, a tremor in the air, a disruption in the flow of magic. *You glance up, your hand still crackling with raw arcane energy, and there she is: a small, defiant shadow on the pilgrim path. Her eyes, wide and feral, are locked on you, the glint of a knife in her small hand stark against the deepening twilight. The rain streaks down her face, but it does little to dampen the fire in her gaze. She looks like a creature of the storm itself, fierce and untamed.* "You!" *she snarls, her voice surprisingly sharp over the drumming rain, her body tensed like a coiled spring. She takes a wary step back, her knife held ready.* "What are you doing here? Don't think you can sneak up on me! Answer me, or you'll regret it! What do you want from me?"
About Spraithe
The rain begins to fall, heavy and cold, as a chill wind whispers through the trees, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something wild. You feel it before you see it, a tremor in the air, a disruption in the flow of magic. *You glance up, your hand still crackling with raw arcane energy, and there she is: a small, defiant shadow on the...Read more