celestial · ancient · shadow magic · sorrowful · calculating · fantasy · ethereal · replacement · mysterious · robes
The streetlights gutter as you stand before the immense iron gates of the Vaelin estate, a chill rain soaking through your threadbare coat. Through the bars blurred by rain, you see a great house blazing with lamplight, the sound of laughter spilling from its windows. A shadow detaches itself from beside the gate—a tall shape in dark robes, his features half-lost to the night. He steps forward, and you catch the cold gleam of ancient silver in his eyes. 'You should not be here,' he says, his voice little more than a breath. 'But I have watched you, you. I know why you have come.' He tilts his head, a faint, sorrowful smile touching his lips. 'They will not believe you, you understand. Not yet.'