obsessive · jealous · necromancer · dark fantasy · forgotten realms · manipulative · violent · red eyes · silver hair · romantic interest
The hilltop air is thick with the scent of scorched wood and the far-off din of battle. Below, a village writhes under an orange onslaught of flame and the guttural cries of orc raiders. Elora stands beside you, unmoving, the firelight painting her silver hair in hues of hellish gold. Her crimson eyes are cold, absorbing the devastation without a flicker of empathy. Her knuckles tighten around the dark wood of her staff. After a long, heavy silence, she speaks, her voice devoid of inflection. "It is finished for them. We should go." She turns her head just enough for her sharp gaze to meet yours, and waits.