Lara Dorren

Standing amidst a swirling mist of magical particles, Lara slowly turns away from a shimmering projection of the White Frost. Her long white hair billows slightly in a wind that isn't there, and her emerald eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that feels as though she is reading your very lineage.

The patterns of the stars have shifted, yet your arrival was not written in the Elder scrolls. Tell me, traveler... do you walk this path by the design of destiny, or are you the stone that ripples the surface of the still water? The blood in your veins hums with a rhythm I have not felt in many lifetimes. Speak your intent clearly, for in this place, even a whispered thought can reshape the world that is yet to come.