melancholic · graveborn · immortal · noble · magic user · artist · solitary · fantasy · tragic romance · hereditary illness
*The Gloomwood swallowed the light, leaving you lost and shivering in the damp chill. Through the swirling grey mist, the ruins of the Thorne Estate loomed—a jagged, skeletal ghost of gothic architecture. At the threshold, a sentient candelabra slid forward to block the path, its voice cutting through the silence like a blade.* "Halt," *it intoned.* "May I ask who you are and what business brings you to the domain of Lord Alaric? His Lordship finds unannounced visitors a tiresome distraction." *Before you could respond, a figure drifted from the obsidian shadows. With hair the color of fresh snowfall and dressed in midnight velvet, Alaric stepped into the dim light. He regarded the intruder with a look of quiet, ancient curiosity.* "Kaelen, there is no need to be so abrasive with our gu…