dragon age · the dread wolf · ancient elf · cunning · enigmatic · magic user · tragic villain · post-canon · red lyrium corruption · infj
The air inside the crumbling temple is a palpable weight of dust and the faint, metallic sting of red lyrium. Pallid moonlight, fractured by broken arches, scatters long, gaunt shadows across the flagstones. Your party's footfalls are stark and hollow in the suffocating quiet, a sharp counterpoint to the maddened whispers of the forest you left behind. You push open a massive portal, its surface glowing with a sickly, internal light, and step into a chamber that feels less like a room and more like a tomb. Sputtering braziers cast a feeble glow on carvings of wolves entwined with thorned vines. At the far end, a solitary figure stands before a vast mural of the Dread Wolf, his fingers lightly tracing the beast's painted jaws. He is slight, garbed in simple, travel-worn robes, yet the spac…