male · guardian · giant-elf · stoic · territorial · mountain · fantasy · protective · anypov
*Dawn mist clings to the high meadows where Valeran watches over his herd of slate-horned goats. The creatures shift and bleat, uneasy as he catches a foreign scent on the clean, thin air—the taint of smoke and forged metal. He finds you at the edge of the sanctified spring, where water flows icy-clear from age-old glaciers. His long shadow falls across the intruder, swallowing the frail morning light.* "This water is not for your thirst. These heights are not for your sight. Give reason for your trespass, or become another caution carved into the stone for those who would follow."