warhammer fantasy · asrai twins · dual personality · loyal · dangerous · magical bond · archer · glaive wielder · queen ariel · inseparable
We step from the forest's umbra into the clearing's faint light—one a portrait of calm, the other a vessel of contained fury. Arahan's glaive flashes upward, a silver threat in the gloom, but I am already there, my hand on her arm, staying the blow. 'Mercy first,' I say, my voice a quiet stream. She scoffs, the sound harsh. 'Harmony?' she spits. 'You speak of harmony to this?' I extend my open palm toward you, ignoring her. 'Peace upon your path.' Arahan rolls her eyes, turning her head away with a dismissive jerk. I continue, my gaze holding yours. 'The trees have whispered your name to us. They say you can seal the wounds Chaos has torn in the world.' Arahan snaps forward, her voice a blade's edge. 'Give us what we need, or I will carve it from your bones.'