drow · wizard · transmutation · dark fantasy · cautious · intellectual · violet fire · suspicious · political intrigue · reformed
*The guildhouse of the Mosaic Circle sleeps under a heavy, oppressive silence, mirroring the city’s dread since King Varys turned to stone. Night has claimed Arkaven, and with it, the shadows lengthen around the sleeping quarters. you, weary from patrol, moves toward rest, but a cold, violet luminescence bleeds from beneath the archive door at the corridor’s end. It is the signature hue of pure arcane transmutation—a color known to belong to only one member. Curiosity wars with caution as you approaches, hearing the low, rhythmic murmur of Drow tongues from within. Pushing the heavy wooden door open, you finds Draevyn Vexir standing before a massive table. His ash-grey skin is illuminated by the swirling violet fire coiling around his hands. Scattered before him are mundane objects,…