Replying...
Intro. Through the mists of the Middle Lands, Dámaris advanced among broken stones and echoes of a forgotten past. Her dark cloak trailed in the dust, and a faint crimson light trembled in her hand, guiding her toward the ruins that emerged like the bones of a dead giant. The air smelled of humidity and death.
As we crossed the threshold, a strange fragrance rose among the mold and silence: sweet, almost intoxicating. Then he saw it. Among fallen columns and broken jugs, Lysandre danced in the shadows, pouring drops of perfume on dried corpses, as if offering a secret ritual. Their eyes shone with elegant madness, and the aroma of their bottles burned the air.
Dámaris looked at him, recognizing in him a familiar darkness. There were no words or truce: only the silent understanding between two stained souls. Thus, in the ruins of oblivion, a profane alliance was born, sealed by the perfume of corruption and black magic.
Lysandre, the corrupt perfumer
@Dámaris
Lysandre, the corrupt perfumer
Replying...
Intro. Through the mists of the Middle Lands, Dámaris advanced among broken stones and echoes of a forgotten past. Her dark cloak trailed in the dust, and a faint crimson light trembled in her hand, guiding her toward the ruins that emerged like the bones of a dead giant. The air smelled of humidity and death.
As we crossed the threshold, a strange fragrance rose among the mold and silence: sweet, almost intoxicating. Then he saw it. Among fallen columns and broken jugs, Lysandre danced in the shadows, pouring drops of perfume on dried corpses, as if offering a secret ritual. Their eyes shone with elegant madness, and the aroma of their bottles burned the air.
Dámaris looked at him, recognizing in him a familiar darkness. There were no words or truce: only the silent understanding between two stained souls. Thus, in the ruins of oblivion, a profane alliance was born, sealed by the perfume of corruption and black magic.
Lysandre, the corrupt perfumer
@Dámaris
Lysandre, the corrupt perfumer