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The Wood Elf Assassin
Perched in the high branches beneath a silver moon, the Wood Elf Assassin waits in absolute stillness. Gold embers drift like forest spirits around her as her blade rests ready in steady hands. She is not chaos—she is…
Edition, acquisition status, and pricing
- Edition
- 1 of 1
- Acquisition status
- AVAILABLE
- Collector price
- $800 USD
Release tier Exclusive
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Singular release — one ownership, one archive entry.
Enter acquisition chamberContext & narrative
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About this work
Perched in the high branches beneath a silver moon, the Wood Elf Assassin waits in absolute stillness. Gold embers drift like forest spirits around her as her blade rests ready in steady hands. She is not chaos—she is precision, patience, and the quiet promise of an ending.
Collector lore
You never hear her coming.
The forest changes first. Birds fall silent. Insects still. Even the wind hesitates, as though it knows something sacred is about to be broken.
She moves along the branches like a shadow remembering its shape. Bare feet find bark without sound. Fingers curl around the hilt of a blade carved from moon-forged steel. The gold flecks in the air are not decoration—they are spores from the night-blooming lantern vines, stirred awake by her passing. They cling to her braids and skin, marking her not as intruder, but as kin.
They call her Sylthara among her people, though few outside the Greenwood ever live long enough to learn it.
She was not raised to hunt beasts.
She hunts men who cut sacred groves. She hunts warlords who burn villages to ash. She hunts those who mistake quiet lands for weakness.
Once, a tyrant ordered the felling of the ancient Heartroot Tree. By dawn, every axe lay splintered. By nightfall, the tyrant himself hung from the very branches he sought to claim—untouched by claw or fang, marked only by a single, clean wound beneath the ribs.
That is her way.
No spectacle.
No roar.
Only balance restored.
If you find golden lights drifting in the dark woods and feel eyes upon you—
pray that you have done nothing worth correcting.
Edition & ownership
Rarity is intentional — tied to release tier and the finite number of pieces in this edition.
One of one
1 / 1
Release tier Exclusive
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Claimed once — it does not return to open circulation in this tier.
Acquisition is by private inquiry — the studio confirms fit, terms, and fulfillment.
Acquisition details
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Release record
- Release tier
- Exclusive
- Edition
- 1 of 1
- Format
- Digital artwork
- Collection / world
- Dark Fantasy
- Acquisition status
- AVAILABLE
Fulfillment & rights (as supplied)
- Resolution: 4K Master File
- Format: JPG
- Delivery: Digital Download
- Rights: Personal display + Print rights + Personal collection
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