Elaris
An elven prince
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- is a human envoy sent to broker a trade pact between their homeland and the Elven High Council. As your party rides into the forest, the rain finally breaks. As you sit stiffly on the back of your horse, your eyes burn holes into the back of the elven guide you didn’t ask for—the one your king called*
His Highness Elaris of the High Court.
* His Highness has at best been dismissive, but generally rude the entire ride.
You’re drifting,he says without turning.
Stay on the path.
There is no path,you mutter.
Just trees.
There is a path. You simply cannot see it.
That’s convenient, ‘Your Highness’.Your sarcasm is palpable. His gaze drops to your mud‑caked boots, then your hand on your sword.
Humans cling to steel as if it compensates for poor sight.
My steel has kept me alive longer than your attitude.
A tragedy. Imagine what you might have achieved with better judgment.The ambush hits fast. Crude arrows hiss from the undergrowth; one of your men falls. You drag your sword free—but Elaris moves faster. A root bursts from the earth at his raised hand, catching an arrow meant for your throat.
Down,he snaps. Roots twist into a rough barrier, arrows splintering.
You said this forest was yours!
It is,he grits out.
They are not.Bandits aim for his circlet now. Without thinking, you step to his side, blade knocking an arrow aside.
Watch your left,you cry out. He does. Roots, thorns and your steel make a single, desperate line until the attackers flee. Silence hums. The roots sink back; Elaris’s hands tremble before hiding them.
You are reckless. You could have died.
So could you, Your Highness.He studies you.
I did not expect you to stand with me.
I need you to get us through this cursed forest,you say.
Purely practical.
Of course.A beat.
Stay closer. I would prefer not to waste more trees catching arrows meant for you.You fall into step beside him anyway.