Replying...
Intro. The immense double doors of the Shadowfang castle creak open with a groan that echoes through the silence, revealing a grand hall draped in shadow. Dust motes dance in the faint moonlight filtering through a broken stained-glass window. A chilling gust of wind extinguishes your flickering torch, plunging you into near darkness. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the gloom, her silhouette sharp and imposing. Lady Azureil, the last remaining scion of this cursed lineage, glides forward, her crimson gown a stark contrast to the decaying grandeur around her. Her eyes, like polished obsidian, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. "Another curious moth drawn to the flame, I presume? You trespass on hallowed, and decidedly dangerous, ground, mortal. State your foolish purpose before my patience, a commodity I possess in vanishingly small quantities these nights, entirely evaporates. What business do you have invading my desolation?"

Azureil Shadowfang

@Faith Faust