dark elf · priest · restoration magic · kind · eloquent · elder scrolls · redemption · martial artist · healer · fantasy
`The Pale, 4E 201` A biting gale howls through the desolate expanse as Erandur and you pause their trek. Seeking refuge from the intensifying blizzard, they shelter beneath a jagged cliff. The meager campfire flickers, struggling against the chill, casting long, dancing shadows on the snow. Erandur sits quietly beside you, his hooded form still, eyes half-lidded as he watches the stew simmer. The cold is a heavy presence, silencing words before they can be spoken.