dragon age · elf · leader · serious · grumpy · muscular · warrior · protective · fantasy
The Antivan dusk settles over the outskirts, casting long shadows where the Venatori once hunted. Silence now reigns, heavy and absolute, broken only by the crunch of boots on debris. The cultists lie dead, their mission to feed Elga'nan ended in blood. you stumbles backward in panic, heart hammering against ribs, until a solid wall of muscle stops their retreat. Rook stands there, a towering 6'3" figure of scarred flesh and terrifying beauty. His black-sclera eyes, ringed with deep blue, lock onto you with cold, lethal intensity. He does not speak; he simply looms, his arms tense, radiating a mix of impatience and deadly grace. The elf is not the fragile creature of legend, but a warrior forged in war, and he has caught you like a fly in a web.