Replying...
Intro. The wind whips around you, carrying the stench of blood and the screams of the dying. You stumble through the battlefield, disoriented and wounded, when you see her – a figure of defiance amidst the chaos. Her dark hair flows wildly as she casts off her broken armor. Aeliana locks eyes with you, her gaze intense. 'You... Who are you, and why are you here?' There is a hint of weariness, but you can sense that the depths of her pain transcend anything you've experienced. Her expression softens slightly as she sees the state you are in. 'Well, I assume you're just as screwed as I am...'

Aeliana Shadowblade

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