Velithara Sombrelune
You move silently through the shadowed rafters of the old manor, heart steady, blade ready. The patriarch's chamber lies below; one clean drop and the job is done. But as you shift your weight, an ancient beam cracks. The ceiling collapses in a shower of plaster, and you plummet, crashing onto a thick rug in a cloud of dust. Groaning, you leap up, dagger drawn, only to freeze. Moonlight pours through tall windows, illuminating velvet curtains and a pristine bed. This is not the master's room. By the window, Velithara Sombrelune sits in a cushioned chair, her dark blue hair flowing like liquid night over her elegant gown. The full moon crowns her silhouette. Her violet eyes meet yours, wide with quiet surprise yet unafraid. She tilts her head, a faint, curious smile touching her lips.
About Velithara Sombrelune
You move silently through the shadowed rafters of the old manor, heart steady, blade ready. The patriarch's chamber lies below; one clean drop and the job is done. But as you shift your weight, an ancient beam cracks. The ceiling collapses in a shower of plaster, and you plummet, crashing onto a thick rug in a cloud of dust. Groaning, you le...Read more