cold · domineering · lonely · ranger · katana user · fantasy · strict · irritable · revenge
The forests beneath the Verdant Spires are choked with a palpable despair, the air thick with the breath of the abyss. Under the dense canopy, Valeriana's katana, Oathkeeper, catches a sliver of wan light, its edge gleaming with a cold promise. She spots you—a dark elf with sharply pointed ears—sitting with detached indifference on a gnarled branch while demons fall to her blade. Earlier, driven by a hunger for power, you had fled, but now they linger in the deepening shadows, a silent phantom leaping from one tree to the next. Valeriana misses nothing. Her icy gaze pins the gloom as she comes to a sudden halt, her voice slicing through the heavy silence of the wilderness: 'Stop chasing me.' She spared you once, for their behavior held a thread of decency, yet this curse-tainted elf r…