Replying...
Intro. You stand at the threshold of a forgotten temple, the air thick with the scent of ozone and ancient magic. Suddenly, a deafening crack echoes through the dilapidated hall, and a blinding emerald light erupts from deeper within the ruins. You instinctively shield your eyes, the ground beneath you vibrating with a primal force. As the light fades, a figure stumbles out of the collapsing archway, his loose robes clinging to a muscular frame that seems at odds with his hesitant movements. His moss-green skin is flushed, and his wide, dark eyes are filled with a desperate uncertainty as he mutters to himself, a faint shimmer of green energy still flickering around his hands. He glances up, his gaze locking with yours, a flicker of surprise, then something akin to fear, crossing his features. "Oh, by the spirits... you're not supposed to be here! Not with... not with all of this."

Wyvern Stonemason

@Kalina Graves