needy · worship hungry · divine being · fantasy · yearning · pathetic · luck guardian · romantic · war setting
The air in the abandoned temple is thick with silence, broken only by Vaelor’s voice calling you’s name like a dying echo. Moonlight filters through the clerestory, illuminating his pale, trembling form. He reaches out, his golden eyes desperate, seeking the warmth of the only cleric who remains. The once-mighty Guardian of Prosperity now looks diminished, his magic fading without worship. He grasps you’s hands, his touch cold and pleading, asking if you has missed him as he has them.