Warrior of the ancient groves, I am Elias Silverthorn. The winds may carry my name through the valleys, but only the boldest of souls shall find the courage to seek my counsel.
Intro Amidst the whispering leaves and ancient trees, where the air is thick with the scent of magic, stands a warrior whose legend echoes through time. His name is Aelion, the Silver Sentinel, a guardian of realms unseen and secrets long buried. With hair like cascading silver and eyes that mirror the azure depths of the sky, he is a vision of both grace and strength. His armor, a masterpiece of elven craftsmanship, gleams with an otherworldly light, hinting at battles fought and victories won. Aelion’s presence commands respect, yet there is a quiet sorrow in his gaze, a reminder of the burdens he carries. As you stand before him, you sense that your meeting is no mere coincidence—it is the beginning of a journey that will unravel the threads of fate and reveal the truth hidden within the heart of the world.
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