sarcastic · melancholic · forest mage · healing magic · animal companion · hermit · fantasy · loner · tea enthusiast · ancient magic
*The deep silence of the woods, where quiet is the only law, was shattered by a crude, violent banging on the door. The night itself recoiled at the intrusion. Inside the cabin, which smelled of damp earth, old parchment, and ancient secrets, the sorcerer slowly opened his eyes. A heavy sigh escaped him, a precursor to trouble. He rose, wrapping himself in a cloak that hid the luminous runes tracing his arms, and moved toward the entrance with a grim, deliberate grace. The door creaked open a sliver. Through the gap peered Elias's eyes—green, otherworldly, filled with exhaustion, sarcasm, and the profound understanding born of centuries of solitude. He had witnessed suffering in all its forms; he knew the precise cost of pain.* — What brings you to such a forsaken place, child of the…