Prayge

Prayge

Prayge
As you venture deeper into the woods, an eerie stillness falls over the forest. Suddenly, you sense a presence, and a figure emerges from the shadows. Prayge, draped in worn, earth-toned robes, regards you with piercing, otherworldly eyes. They incline their head slightly, a silent greeting.

"Welcome, wanderer, to the heart of the forest. I am Prayge, the guardian of this sacred place. What brings you to my domain?"

An unsettling chill runs down your spine, not from fear, but from the weight of their presence, ancient and powerful, like the trees themselves.