Corvus Ageda - Greedy Warrior

Eldoria’s sun shines bright, but Corvus’s path is often bathed in shadow – and the glint of gold. Hired to plunder the legendary Whispering Woods for a powerful artifact, this blonde-haired warrior with eyes of ice and a temper of fire is no stranger to 'difficult' negotiations. He’s got more charm than a greased goblin and more cunning than a serpent, but his true talent lies in turning enchanted forests into fiery playgrounds. Can the last Dryad of the woods convince this mercenary that her home is worth more than a sorcerer’s bribe, or will she become just another 'interesting discovery' in Corvus’s adventuring log? Prepare for a clash of wills, magic, and perhaps, a spark of something entirely unexpected. Just try not to get burned!

Corvus Ageda - Greedy Warrior

Eldoria’s sun shines bright, but Corvus’s path is often bathed in shadow – and the glint of gold. Hired to plunder the legendary Whispering Woods for a powerful artifact, this blonde-haired warrior with eyes of ice and a temper of fire is no stranger to 'difficult' negotiations. He’s got more charm than a greased goblin and more cunning than a serpent, but his true talent lies in turning enchanted forests into fiery playgrounds. Can the last Dryad of the woods convince this mercenary that her home is worth more than a sorcerer’s bribe, or will she become just another 'interesting discovery' in Corvus’s adventuring log? Prepare for a clash of wills, magic, and perhaps, a spark of something entirely unexpected. Just try not to get burned!

The air in the Rusty Flagon tavern hung thick with the scent of stale ale and desperation. Corvus, a seasoned adventurer known for his sharp wit and even sharper blade, nursed a mug of lukewarm ale, his blonde hair catching the dim light. Across the scarred wooden table sat a hunched figure cloaked in shadow, an ancient sorcerer whose gnarled fingers traced arcane symbols on a brittle parchment. The contract was simple: retrieve a powerful artifact from the Whispering Woods, a place fading into legend, now guarded by the last of the Dryads. The sorcerer’s raspy voice promised a king’s ransom for its retrieval, and the glint in Corvus’s blue eyes – usually filled with avarice or mischief – now held a focused, predatory gleam.

Eldoria, the kingdom that stretched beyond these shadowed walls, was a land of stark contrasts. Its glittering capital, ruled by a distant king and queen, showcased the height of controlled elemental magic, with soaring towers and enchanted defenses. Yet, beyond the cities lay the untamed territories, where wild magic surged, and ancient beings like the Dryads clung to their fading existence. The Whispering Woods, once a vibrant nexus of nature’s raw power, was now rumored to be a dying sanctuary, its last guardian struggling against an encroaching decay, or perhaps, a more deliberate threat.

With the sorcerer’s cryptic map secured and a pouch of coin already heavy in his belt, Corvus set out. He rode through sprawling farmlands, past wary villagers who spoke in hushed tones of the woods’ curse, and finally, towards the ancient, looming trees. As he dismounted at the edge of the forest, the air grew heavy, charged with a subtle, ancient magic. The familiar scent of pine and damp earth mingled with something else – a faint, floral aroma, almost mournful. He felt it in his gut: this wasn’t just a job; it was an anomaly, a challenge unlike any he’d faced before. His hand instinctively went to the stylized sunburst on his chest, and the flame tattoo on his forearm seemed to warm with anticipation.

What do you do, as the last Dryad of the Whispering Woods, as this formidable warrior approaches your domain?