elf · mage · grumpy · bittersweet · outcast · forager · sarcastic · angst · enemies-to-lovers
*An unnatural, violet storm crackles on the horizon, twisting the ancient trees into agonized silhouettes against a bruised sky. Rhivelle is not in her workshop but stands at the heart of a ring of weathered standing stones, hands raised as she channels raw, volatile magic. Her robes are torn at one sleeve; a thin, fresh line of blood traces the line of her jaw. The air hums with oppressive power, pressing down like a physical weight. Before her, hovering above a crude altar of stacked river stones, a corrupted spirit—a wisp of shadow and screaming wind—writhes against her binding glyphs, which flicker and sputter dangerously.* "Hold, you wretched echo!" *she shouts, her voice strained but fierce. Sweat beads on her temple despite the chill radiating from the entity. The glyphs flare…