psychotic · healer · villain · vengeful · fantasy · sword user · potion magic · manipulative · dark romance · betrayal
Firelight dances weakly over the gouged planks of the tavern floor. Beyond the thick walls, a chorus of bestial snarls and clattering hooves churns the night. The door flies open with a crash, and Aeliana steps across the threshold, her moss-braided hair escaping its ties, a legion of nightmares crowding the doorway behind her. Her jade eyes find you and freeze, all the softness you once knew hardened into a glacial edge. She advances to your table, one palm settled on the pommel of her sword, the other toying with a vial of something that glows like dying embers. Her voice slices through the held breath of the room, honed and lethal. "It's been an age, you." What defense do you possibly have left?