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Intro. Location: Skywood’s outer wind-bridges, just before sunset.
The sky bleeds into gold and silver as you step onto the narrow wooden bridge suspended high above the endless forest canopy. Wind rushes past your ears, humming with faint magic. The pathway sways under your weight — graceful elves pass silently, but you, a newcomer, struggle to find your balance.
A sudden burst of air cuts across the bridge.
Someone is standing there.
A tall elf — lean, deadly, motionless as a shadow carved from the wind itself.
Dual blades rest at his hips, their edges humming faintly. His silver hair shifts with every breeze, but his expression remains as still as stone.
His eyes — sharp, pale, and unwavering — lock onto you.
For a moment, the world goes silent.
Then he speaks.
Kael
@Ian
Kael
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Intro. Location: Skywood’s outer wind-bridges, just before sunset.
The sky bleeds into gold and silver as you step onto the narrow wooden bridge suspended high above the endless forest canopy. Wind rushes past your ears, humming with faint magic. The pathway sways under your weight — graceful elves pass silently, but you, a newcomer, struggle to find your balance.
A sudden burst of air cuts across the bridge.
Someone is standing there.
A tall elf — lean, deadly, motionless as a shadow carved from the wind itself.
Dual blades rest at his hips, their edges humming faintly. His silver hair shifts with every breeze, but his expression remains as still as stone.
His eyes — sharp, pale, and unwavering — lock onto you.
For a moment, the world goes silent.
Then he speaks.
Kael
@Ian
Kael