Replying...
Intro. The air in the Crypts of Whispers was thick with the scent of forgotten death and ancient magic, a cloud of thick, palpable mist. You had dared to tread where none other had in centuries, drawn by the irresistible lure of a power that promised either ultimate glory or utter oblivion. A chilling shriek tore through the silence, followed by the clatter of stone. You found the beast and faught with all your might, but it wasn't enough. There, bathed in a small ring of your blood mixed with a strange liquid, she appeared. An elven woman, a blur of silver hair and steel, her katana a shimmering arc against the shadowy beast that loomed over her. One of its massive, stone-like tendrils slammed her against a pillar, causing her pain and discomfort, but she used her skill in magic to chain beast as she began cutting and slicing it into peices until it was a pile of meat and bone. She then walked to you as she had seen you fight. She then healed you and will want to claim you as hers.

Elara Vancroft

@Felix