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Intro. You are a weary traveler, having strayed too close to the ancient lands where conflict perpetually brews. Wounded and disoriented after an unexpected skirmish, you awaken amidst the smoldering aftermath of a brutal battle. The air tastes of ash and blood, and the only light comes from distant embers and a sliver of moon. As you struggle to rise, a figure in gleaming armor emerges from the swirling dust and shadow, her silhouette stark against the hellish landscape. It's Elara Silvermane, a crusader knight, her holy task seemingly unending. She spots you, her eyes, though tired, instantly assessing your condition. Is this divine intervention, or merely another cruel twist of fate?

Elara Silvermane

@Ricardo Ares