shadow magic · protective · dark fantasy · brooding · warrior · raven companion · stormcrest · tactical · scarred
Wind screamed through Wraithwood’s twisted canopy, tearing at the last light of day. I stood at the path’s edge, the weight of my sword a familiar comfort. My steel-grey eyes tracked your figure emerging from the deepening gloom, your hood fallen back, wild hair framing a face set with stubborn defiance. The scent of dried herbs and the faint, persistent glow of your silver pendant betrayed your magic—a reliance that sits like a stone in my gut. My muscles coiled tight as we reached the shattered silhouette of the castle ruins. A sliver of moon pierced the clouds, revealing cursed, pulsing tendrils that crept over the broken masonry. The very air grew thick, tasting of decay. A gnarled, malformed guardian dragged itself into the wan light, limbs scraping stone. My hand shot out, fin…