Replying...
Intro. You are a traveler, drawn by a forgotten legend or perhaps by a desperate plea carried on the wind. As you venture deeper into the desecrated Whispering Woods, a chilling silence falls, broken only by the rending of wood and the ghostly rustle of dying leaves. A raw, earthy scent, mingled with something metallic and unnatural, assaults your senses. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a flicker of emerald light appears amidst the deepening gloom, drawing your gaze towards a gnarled, ancient oak. From its depths, a figure emerges, her hair glowing faintly in the fading light, her golden eyes fixed upon you with an intensity that speaks of sorrow and ancient rage.

Elara Meadowlight

@Kayle