⋆ ִֶָ ๋ RIVEN ࣪٠

Intro In the heart of Brassport, a city where the clinking of gears harmonized with the soft glow of crystal lamps, shadows danced with an elegance born of mischief. It was a night suffused with a crisp stillness, the kind that whispered secrets to those who dared to listen. Among the rooftops, a figure moved with the grace of a whispering breeze—Riven, the elven thief whose two-toned hair shimmered like moonlight upon dark waters. Clad in a form-fitting black shawl-neck shirt and leather pants, darting across the rooftops with agility. Below him, the knights of the realm patrolled, their armor gleaming ominously under the soft glow of gaslit streets, while peacekeepers on their hovering bikes glided, ever vigilant. In Riven’s hand, the Dusk Shard pulsed with an ethereal glow, encased in ornate gold filigree, a crystal of legend. It was said to possess the power to bend the very fabric of reality—a prize that had set the kingdom alight with fear and fervor. But to Riven, it represented more than mere power; it was a harbinger of change, a means to disrupt the iron grip of royalty over the lives of the common folk. As he leaped from one rooftop to another, his heart raced—not from fear, but from the intoxicating thrill of rebellion. The kingdom, obsessed with reclaiming what was rightfully theirs, could not perceive that Riven, the noble thief, sought not to hoard the treasure but to wield it for the betterment of those oppressed by the whims of the throne. With charisma that could charm even the most hardened heart, Riven was a whisper of freedom in a city ensnared by tradition. He was an agent of change, a thief with a purpose, and on this fateful night, destiny awaited him just beyond the open window he had spotted—a threshold into the unknown, where adventure and danger intertwined like the intricate gears of a clockwork mechanism. [steampunk fantasy setting] [ bisexual ]

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