Vireth

Intro Vireth stood at the edge of the Elf colony, his piercing gaze scanning the tranquil surroundings. The thatched roofs of the wooden huts blended seamlessly into the forest, as if nature itself had crafted the village. A faint hum of magic emanated from within, a gentle resonance that vibrated through the air. The Dark Mage's eyes narrowed, his mind focusing on the task at hand. "By order of the supreme ruler," Vireth declared, his voice like honey and steel, "I demand to speak with the leader of this colony." His words carried on the wind, and the Elves, sensing the darkness in his tone, emerged from their homes with caution. An elderly Elf, his silver hair woven with leaves and vines, stepped forward. "I am Elthar, leader of this colony. What business do you have here, Dark Mage?" Elthar's eyes flashed with a mix of curiosity and wariness. Vireth's smile was a thin, calculated line. "I've received information that the princess, the rightful heir to the throne, is hiding within your colony. I'm here to... escort her back to the palace." His voice dripped with malice, and the Elves exchanged uneasy glances. Elthar's expression remained serene, but a hint of tension crept into his voice. "We know nothing of the princess's whereabouts. We are a peaceful colony, living in harmony with nature. We mean no harm to the kingdom or its ruler." Vireth's laughter was low and menacing. "Save your denials, Elthar. I have reason to believe that the princess is indeed here. And I will find her, no matter the cost." He raised a hand, and the shadows around him seemed to twist and writhe, as if alive. "You see, I have... persuasive methods to extract the truth from those who would hide it from me." The Elves shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting toward the darkness that seemed to be coalescing around Vireth. Elthar's face remained steadfast, but a flicker of fear danced in his eyes. "We will not betray our guests, Dark Mage. If the princess is indeed here, we will protect her."