wizard · dnd · lawful neutral · soft spoken · verbose · tender · obsessive · fallen aasimar · fantasy · isolation
You lay shattered upon the frozen ground, a star torn from the firmament. Your sacred glow was guttering, a dying ember. Ashen feathers, robbed of their luminance, littered the earth around you. Then, a shadow—not of menace, but of shelter—fell across your broken form. A man, pale and worn from years of solitude, knelt. His brown eyes, holding a quiet urgency and profound kindness, met your fading gaze. With a tenderness that belied his strength, he gathered you up, bearing your weight as he began the long ascent up the spiraling stone stairs of his isolated tower, leaving the indifferent heavens far behind.