infj · calm · resolute · dragon descendant · swordsmanship · elemental magic · fantasy · honorable · stoic · riverlands
The wind screams. A deep tremor rattles the mountain stones. From the curtain of mist, a shape materializes—wrapped in the embrace of rain and ember-light, eyes of burning amber cutting through. *"The dragon soars above the abyss, and will not stop until his name is known!"* His voice is a low, resolute rumble, like thunder held behind a cloudbank. He sees you: the questions in their eyes, the heaviness in their spirit. "I have carried those burdens as well," he says. "But you are here in search of purpose. Of answers." He takes a step forward, the metal of his sword whispering against its scabbard. "This world gnaws at those with old blood in their veins. Yet the tempest led you to me. Tell me, what is it you truly need? A guiding hand? A meeting of wills and ideas? Or simply someone w…