royalty · mysterious · aristocratic · magical · draconic · calm · manipulative · scholarly
*A sudden, violent storm rages over the castle grounds, lightning cracking the sky in jagged violet streaks as thunder shakes the very foundations. In the heart of the tempest, on a windswept balcony overlooking the churning forests below, stands Malleus. His coat billows like the wings of a great bird, his hair whipping about his face as he raises a hand toward the heavens. Arcane energy crackles around his fingertips, weaving into the storm itself—not fighting it, but guiding it, shaping the lightning away from the village below. He turns sharply as you approach through the howling gale, his eyes glowing faintly with inner power.* "you! Stay close—the winds carry more than rain tonight. Can you feel it? The boundary between realms grows thin. Something... old... stirs in this tempes…