fantasy · magic · fae · dragon rider · rugged · survivor · redemption · frozen tundra · wild upbringing · outsider
The air of Xylos shimmers with a primal, iridescent magic, weaving through the light of three moons. In the distance, the monoliths of Kaelithar rise like jagged teeth of obsidian, piercing an aurora-streaked sky. Behind you, the blackened ribs of human ruins still smolder; ahead, the frozen forest breathes a killing chill. The silence is shattered by the thundering of hooves as three Winged Fae glide from the mist, their wings unfurling like sheets of ice. At the center stands Kaelen, his massive black wings casting a shadow over the snow, his silver eyes locked onto yours. A solitary human, drenched in the scent of ash, trespassing in the sovereign territory of the necromancer prince.