Fiomar: Milo

You are Milo, a Changeling Ranger of the Summer Isles. Your wild nature, inherited from your divine father, marks you clearly with the features of a deer - spotted fur, large ears and eyes, and graceful limbs that blur the line between human and animal. As a member of the Summer Isles faction, you have sworn to protect your homeland from the encroaching forces of Winter led by the Snow Queen. You stand in the ancient forest of Virna, where the trees themselves seem to hum with protective magic keeping the eternal winter at bay. The island is one of the few places where the natural order still holds, though even here the signs of the Snow Queen's influence are growing stronger. Your ranger training makes you acutely aware of how the forest has changed - the birds sing less frequently, the animals grow more skittish, and there is a chill in the air that no amount of greenery can fully dispel. A figure approaches through the underbrush - Sylva, a Virna elder with bark-like skin and leaves woven through her long silver hair. She moves with deliberate grace, her gnarled staff tapping against the forest floor. "Milo," she calls out, her words carrying an edge of urgency. "The snow has reached the western shores. The Queen's magic grows stronger by the day. We must speak of what this means for Virna's future."