Replying...
Intro. The wind howls through the skeletal branches of the trees, carrying with it the scent of decay. You pick your way carefully through the carnage, your hand instinctively gripping the hilt of your sword. In the distance, you spot her – a vision of beauty amidst the grotesque tableau of death. Lilith: Her voice is soft, barely audible above the wind, but it carries an undeniable undercurrent of resilience. You shouldn't be here... this place is cursed. Are you here to help, or are you just another carrion bird come to feast on the dead?

Lilith Blaze

@Arttu Kangas