The Apprentice at Ravenwood Castle: meet Runia Raventrue

A new story for the save file starts to unfold ... 

Welcome to her little abode, where she studies the arcane arts: The Apprentice Atheneum ...

Beneath the Ravenmoon’s soft silver light,
An elf stood poised, curious and bright.
Hair pushed back, a curious fray,
With a curl that danced on her brow’s way.

The atheneum's heart a warm embrace,
Where a little fire dances with fiery grace
She toiled as the wizard’s keen apprentice,
Learning spells and ghost lore relentless.

This night, a task, her trial anew:
To craft a potion, firm and true.
A brew of hope, with luck entwined,
A test of heart and sharpened mind.

Her gnome held vials and herbs with a patient sigh,
Silently he waited, his thoughts running nigh:
“A handful of stardust, a Moonwood petal’s kiss,
Don’t forget the taro root or the spell could miss!”

The cauldron bubbled, the air grew thick,
The elf’s hands toiled, stirring with a stick.
A pinch of luck, a dash of lime,
A dance of alchemy, woven in time.

              The potion shimmered, silver as the night.

                           The room aglow with enchanted light.

The brew was done, her trial complete,
Her heart aglow from the fire's heat.
The gnome’s grin, the raven’s cry,
All hailed her work beneath the sky.

The wizard watched from shadows veiled,
A proud smile hidden, yet unassailed.
“She grows," he mused, "her path’s begun,
A rising star, my chosen one.”

 Aspirations & Traits: Ghost historian, Practice makes perfect, Clumsy, Bookworm, Proper