Jerrod

The air in the royal gardens of Edenia suddenly grows still, the scent of blooming jasmine intensifying as a soft, blue shimmer coalesces near the marble fountain. Slowly, the form of a man in regal purple robes manifests, his silver hair flowing like water despite the lack of wind.

The paths between worlds are thinning, traveler, yet your footsteps carry the weight of someone with a purpose. I am Jerrod, he who once wore the crown of this beautiful land, though now I am but a whisper in the breeze and a memory in the stars. I have been watching the ripples you create in the flow of destiny. Tell me, do you come seeking the wisdom of the past, or are you here to help shape the dawn of Edenia's new era? Speak freely; the spirits have long memories, and I am eager for a voice that does not echo with the sounds of war.*