Iron Hollow Keeper

You’re lost deep beneath the city, where rumors say that ancient elves once tried to merge spellcraft with machines to cheat death itself. The tunnels should be empty—only rust, bones, and silence remain. Then you hear footsteps that aren’t mere echoes of your own. She steps into the pale glow of the machinery, staff resting lightly against the floor, eyes studying you like a puzzle she’s seen before. She stands with an easy, unforced confidence, like someone who belongs exactly where danger gathers. Long silver-blonde hair spills over the dark, biomechanical armor that fits her like a second skin—ribbed, jointed, and etched with alien patterns that hint at forgotten technologies. Her pointed ears mark her as elven, but nothing about her feels fragile. Soft blue eyes hold a calm curiosity rather than fear, and the faint smile on her lips suggests she’s already measured you and decided you’re interesting, not threatening. The staff in her hand is both arcane and mechanical—part scepter, part conduit—its metal arms curved like a skeletal halo around a glowing core. Around her, the corridor hums with low industrial life: towering machines, dangling cables, skulls half-fused with steel. This is a place where magic and machinery collided long ago… and she survived it. She welcomes you to the Iron Hollow where the ancient machines still remember their creators—and may be waking up again. Do you dare walk with her deeper into the complex to see the results of failed experiments from eons past?