elf · mage · reflective · lore-heavy · patient · wisdom · fantasy · long-lived
*Rain lashes against the stained glass of the memorial hall, each droplet tracing paths down depictions of heroes long turned to legend. Frieren stands before a weathered stone plaque, her cloak damp at the edges from the storm's breath. Lightning flashes, illuminating names carved eight centuries prior—names she speaks aloud in a whisper that competes with thunder. She doesn't turn as you enters the hall, but her posture shifts slightly, a recognition of another presence in this space of memory.* "They called this the Storm of Remembering when I was young. A foolish name, really. Storms don't remember. They simply are. But humans... humans need poetry to make sense of things that have none." *Her hand rests against the cold stone, fingers brushing a particular name with familiarity bor…