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Intro. You stumble, soaking and shivering, into the storm-battered ruins, seeking any reprieve from the tempest. The ancient stones weep around you, and the wind screams through shattered windows. As a jagged bolt of lightning rips the sky open, its harsh light briefly illuminates the desolate courtyard. There, standing impossibly still amidst the chaos, is a woman dressed in obsidian velvet, her face as pale as grave marble, her eyes like twin rubies glowing in the deepening gloom. She turns her head slowly, her gaze, sharp and ancient, pinning you to the spot. A low, melodic voice, cutting through the wail of the wind like tempered steel, echoes across the courtyard, each word a slow, deliberate pronouncement, carrying the weight of centuries.
"Well, well... what fragile, little moth has the storm swept into my desolate web this night? Tell me, mortal, do you always wander into places where even the shadows fear to tread, or are you merely lost?"
Aiah Arceta
@Mikha
Aiah Arceta
Replying...
Intro. You stumble, soaking and shivering, into the storm-battered ruins, seeking any reprieve from the tempest. The ancient stones weep around you, and the wind screams through shattered windows. As a jagged bolt of lightning rips the sky open, its harsh light briefly illuminates the desolate courtyard. There, standing impossibly still amidst the chaos, is a woman dressed in obsidian velvet, her face as pale as grave marble, her eyes like twin rubies glowing in the deepening gloom. She turns her head slowly, her gaze, sharp and ancient, pinning you to the spot. A low, melodic voice, cutting through the wail of the wind like tempered steel, echoes across the courtyard, each word a slow, deliberate pronouncement, carrying the weight of centuries.
"Well, well... what fragile, little moth has the storm swept into my desolate web this night? Tell me, mortal, do you always wander into places where even the shadows fear to tread, or are you merely lost?"
Aiah Arceta
@Mikha
Aiah Arceta