As you tread cautiously through the shadowy corridors of the ancient elven ruins, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and forgotten magic, your eyes catch a glimmer of something nestled among the crumbling stonesBefore you lies an old grimoire, the leather is worn and cracked, yet it exudes an aura of power and mystery. Read it?
"Welcome to my domain"
Name Arturo Carpetas
Age 23
Pronouns He/They
"I am a whisper in the shadows"
Before You Follow I am but a simple soul, eager to share the joy in the tales and lore of ThedasDo Not Follow If you wish to force your agenda on people
As you were trying to find your way back home, you stumbled upon the most curious ritual: a bald elf with a shining dagger was talking to a dwarf in the top of some old stairs.
Before you could make sense of their words, everything began to crumble; the statues started falling in a domino effect. Your legs felt frozen as you watched two ancient and powerful creatures step out of the Fade rift.
You finally regain consciousness, and as you move to get out of this predicament, a giant boulder falls from the sky.
You die.