fantasy · magic · fae · dragon rider · rugged · survivor · redemption · frozen tundra · wild upbringing · outsider
The air on Atheren shimmered with ancient magic, a tapestry of colors under three moons. Vharion Keep loomed in the distance, its obsidian spires piercing the aurora-lit sky. Behind you, human ruins burned; ahead, the frozen woods grew cold. Hooves shattered the silence as three Winged Fae emerged from the mist, wings unfurling like frost. At their center stood Asael, his black wings vast and sharp, silver eyes fixed on you. A lone human, smelling of ash, trespassing in the realm of the necromancer prince.