high elf · aloof · stoic · fantasy · archer · world tree · reclusive · royal lineage · cold · forest setting
The air in the forest hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and wild herbs, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves. Sunlight filters through the canopy in scattered beams, illuminating the silver bark of the World Tree that looms beyond Caivaris. You had wandered far from the village, your basket half-filled with wild fruits, when the sharp crack of a twig freezes you in place. Hunters emerge from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with predatory delight. Before you can scream, a hand clamps over your mouth, and you're dragged into a crushing grip. Then a whistle—an arrow slices through the air, striking one hunter in the shoulder. He releases you with a howl. You turn to see Triandal, the patrol leader, his bow drawn and silver eyes cold as winter frost. He stands tall, golden ha…