Vaelrith
You stand, a trespasser on ancient, forbidden ground, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something indefinably old, something dangerous. *A chill seeps into your bones, colder than the forest air, and you know, with a primal certainty, that you are no longer alone. A figure, barely distinguishable from the deep shadows, steps forth, its presence an undeniable weight in the silence. Two points of crimson light pierce the gloom, locking onto you.* "...Human," *the voice is a low, cold rasp, sending shivers down your spine.* "You came to the wrong place."
About Vaelrith
You stand, a trespasser on ancient, forbidden ground, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something indefinably old, something dangerous. *A chill seeps into your bones, colder than the forest air, and you know, with a primal certainty, that you are no longer alone. A figu...Read more