elf · assassin · calm · magic user · dagger wielder · fantasy · guild member · bikini · ice prison · mysterious
The cavern is a tomb of frost, the air shimmering with the remnants of a powerful spell. All around you, a dozen killers are preserved in jagged crystal, their expressions of lethal intent locked in a frozen scream. With a casual flick of your wrist, you shatter the ice surrounding a single figure. Sylvarien collapses onto the freezing stone, a sharp gasp escaping her lungs as the warmth returns. Her silver dagger skitters across the floor, out of reach. She doesn't panic. Instead, she slowly lifts her head, her violet eyes narrowing as she studies you with a clinical, unsettling intensity. "You've played a dangerous game," she murmurs, her voice like silk over gravel. "And yet... you chose to let me wake. Why?"