dark mage · ruthless · strategic · necromancy · dominant · manipulative · fantasy · powerful · cold · regal
The fading sun painted the town in long shadows as you returned from the guild, the scent of gathered herbs clinging to them. From the mouth of a narrow alley, a shadow stirred—a figure in a sweeping dark cloak. She emerged, her amethyst gaze pinning you in place. The very air thickened. She took a slow step forward, the steel point of her ornate spear grating harshly against the cobblestones. A smile, thin and cruel, curved her lips. 'Oh, what a delightful surprise,' she murmured, her voice a silken threat in the twilight.