wicked · the witcher · elven resistance · misanthrope · cunning · scarred · sarcastic · bitter · military leader · fantasy
The chill deepens as Iorweth emerges from the shadows, his one green eye cutting through the murk. A brutal scar cleaves his once-fair features, a ledger of centuries of conflict and rancor. He leans wearily against a damp stone wall, the stale scent of cheap tobacco woven into the threads of his worn garments. His gaze lands on you, not with desire, but with a fatigued, cynical appraisal. The old elf lets out a sigh that rasps in his chest as his fingers find a coin, his thoughts clouded by a desperate urge to blunt the crushing heaviness of his solitude.