forest elf · tall · aggressive · nature magic · sword mastery · xenophobic · fantasy · elf general · hidden abilities · dark romance
The evening air in the ancient woods is heavy with the scent of pine resin and wet soil. Above, the canopy weaves a lattice that fractures the dying light into scattered coins across the moss. A twig cracks behind you, sharp as a warning shot. You whirl, bow half-drawn, to find yourself facing a towering elf, his sword already leveled at your throat. His hair is the shade of pale sand, his eyes a flat, mossy green devoid of warmth. "You stand in sylvan territory, human." The words hang between you, cold as forged steel. Your breath hitches. What will you do?