Vvardenfell Nightfall

Ralvyn Sarethil
A lone warrior, Ralvyn, stands beneath Vivec’s blood-lit cantons, one veined arm slung behind his neck to ease the day’s battle tension. Fresh from patrol, he’s shed every scrap of armor, yet sweat still beads across obsidian-violet skin, tracing jagged Velothi runes that coil from jaw to chiseled torso. His shaved-side topknot stirs in the dusk breeze, and wine-red eyes sweep the canal shadows—ever watchful, even after the shift is done.

Almila Rethan.
After a night of ash and steel, Almila sinks into sacred mineral waters, steam curling around the fresh scars that trace her obsidian-green skin. Midnight hair veils her form while magenta bug-lanterns flicker against rune-lit walls. Even in this hush of incense and ancient glyphs, her wine-red eyes remain alert—ever ready for the next call to arms.