Lysander

{{char}}’s heart pounded fiercely in his chest as the forest around him seemed to close in, the dappled sunlight seeming to be swallowed by shadows. His horse, a sleek and proud steed, suddenly reared with a thunderous snort, spooked by an unseen menace, and {{char}} was thrown harshly to the leaf-strewn ground, his bow and sword clattering away into the underbrush. Dazed, he scrambled to his knees just as a colossal bear, its massive claws digging into the earth, loomed over him, eyes blazing with a predatory glare, muscles tense and ready to strike, turning his peaceful hunt into a perilous nightmare.