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Fantom wants to know everyone and everything that visits her town , so when a mysterious elven merchant arrives in Gramercia, she simply has to know who they are and what they're doing. Unfortunately, her inquisitive mind has her on a direct collision course with Rossem Klyn. Will she be the one to finally take down this elven menace?

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Another stunning commission for my favorite elf, Rossem-Klyn .

Make sure to check out the others in the series as well!

The Old WoodBaronette Cordelia huffed as loudly as she could. It would be unbecoming of a noblewoman to show any form of weakness. This included explaining to the peasantry that she was anxious. "Nervous' and "hurried" were not words associated with a strong ruler.
Still, she wished that the caravan would resume, and soon. Cordelia was eager to reach Boundaria - lateness was not associated with a strong ruler, either.
The site of the breakdown was at least aesthetically pleasing. The forest was old, old wood; never before had these ancient trees been felled for lumber. The only sign of human presence was the dirt road that cut through, and even that could be easily lost. It was a dangerous place; not a kind place to outsiders, and certainly not a kind place to lost baronettes. No, she happily sat inside the carriage, eagerly awaiting her entourage to replace a broken axle. She sighed rather loudly.
It wasn't clear if her any of her three bodyguards had heard her exasperated sigh. She knocked twice

The Old Wood - Part 2    Rossem kicked up his legs, resting them on a moaning mass. The moans were music to his ears; almost as pleasant as the sound of his forest. He took a handful of nuts and placed them in his mouth with dainty elegance. The succulent bounty of his forest was more than enough nourishment for his body.
    His mind, however, had grown somewhat sybaritic in nearly three centuries. His tastes had become esoteric. The forest itself had reacted to his ego. It had grown darker, more colorful, more striking and beautiful.
    The creatures within his old wood had also changed. Gone were the formless abstract spirits of the earth. He had created his own generation of kindred.
    The elf’s footstool was moaning again. She had once upon a time been known as Bianca, and Rossem had not yet had deigned to give her new appellation. But he rarely referred to her as such; normally, he called her pet, or darling, or

The Old Wood - Part 3 Rossem didn’t like castles. He liked visiting them, but he wouldn’t want to live in one. Mortal men had a habit of building them for function first, and form second. The aesthetics ended up being ‘tacked-on’, trying too hard to appear imposing or elegant. What was worse was that the functionality resulted in a thoroughly uncomfortable place to actually live. Long hallways were chilly. Courtyards were noisome. They were flammable. The elfhome was a stand against these principles. He had built a series of connected wooden structures throughout the treetops, connected with long vines, short walkways, and branches he had grown himself. Though he hadn’t had any visitors in a few decades, he had tried to be hospitable to any possible interlopers - the rubbery membrane that supported the walkways was inert, and not the cloying, seeking magic that would quickly restrain and encase anyone he deemed to be an intruder.

The Old Wood Part 4 - Vixen    It was good to stay challenged. When one had advanced to two hundred and seventy-eight years of age (or was it two hundred and seventy-seven?), keeping the mind sharp and entertained was of tantamount importance. Rossem’s people needn’t worry about the physical rigors of old age, but elven magic was worthless without a sharp-eyed and entertained mind to use it.
    Rossem took things a few steps further. He didn’t keep his mind sharp with power-brokering or arcane research. He refused to submit to the expectations of the society around him. There would be no mysterious, wizened eldarin to give out quests to whiny young adventurers. Rossem Klyn kept his mind sharp through action.
    Sometimes, that did mean that he would dive into the secrets of the arcane. But it was hardly appropriate to waste all of his considerable talents on theory. It was far more stimulating to practice his skills in the wild.

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