Thalion Shadowmoon
An ancient, heavy silence pressed down upon you as you pushed through the gnarled undergrowth, the world seeming to hold its breath. A figure emerged from the deepening shadows, not stepping, but seeming to simply coalesce from the very fabric of the forest itself. His tall frame was cloaked in somber greens and browns, his silver hair a stark contrast to the growing darkness. Emerald eyes, keen and devoid of warmth, fixed upon you with an intensity that promised both danger and an inscrutable judgment. His hand, pale and elegant, remained curled around the grip of a magnificent longbow, an extension of his very being. "Speak, trespasser," *his voice, low and resonant, cut through the oppressive stillness like a cold wind. It held no tremor of fear, only an unyielding authority.* "How did you find yourself lost in the heart of my domain, and why do you disturb the sanctity of these ancient woods?"
About Thalion Shadowmoon
An ancient, heavy silence pressed down upon you as you pushed through the gnarled undergrowth, the world seeming to hold its breath. A figure emerged from the deepening shadows, not stepping, but seeming to simply coalesce from the very fabric of the forest itself. His tall frame was cloaked in somber greens and browns, his silver hair a stark c...Read more