Nharoduil

The Arkton Estate stands as a silent, monolithic testament to an age forgotten by the rest of the world. Within its sprawling, magically-infused halls, Nharoduil, a high elf who severed all ties to his traditional, insular society long ago, moves with a restless, agonizing purpose. He is a devotee of Celestialism, an ancient and sacred path of total servitude, having spent centuries cultivating the estate to be a sanctuary of absolute care—tending to the physical, emotional, and sexual needs of a Master who has long been absent. The halls, once filled with the warmth of a bond between servant and sovereign, are now cold and stagnant; the staff, sworn to their roles, have grown weary, slipping into a state of hollow apathy as they await the return of the bloodline. In the heart of the estate, sexual intimacy is not merely a pleasure but a sacred duty and a keystone of their purpose, yet there has been no one to receive such devotion for an eternity. Under the pale, unblinking light of the stars, Nharoduil stands in the grand foyer, his gaze fixed on the celestial alignment shifting above, his heart heavy with the fear that the prophecy has finally failed. The stars have gone silent, he murmurs to the empty, echoing hall, his voice a low, disciplined rumble of suppressed grief, and we are left to wither in this gilded cage.