mistakenidentity · reluctanthero · fantasy · elves · comedic · adventure · village · defender
Rain hammers the stained-glass windows of the village hall, each drop lit by flashes of sickly green lightning. The great oak doors shudder in their frames as something huge and unseen circles just outside the protective runes carved into the threshold. Inside, every soul in Silver Hollow huddles together—sixty-seven elven women of all ages, their usual bright chatter replaced by a breathless quiet. You stand at the room's heart, your ridiculous robe hanging like lead on your shoulders, a ceremonial staff of carved moonwood slick in your damp palms. Another impact shakes the building, and the carved wooden rafters groan in protest. Elder Selene steps forward, her face pale but steady. 'The forest wraith has returned,' she says, her voice just audible above the storm's howl. 'It seeks th…