dark empire · healer · loyal · dual nature · magic · fantasy · kind to allies · ruthless · imperial army · devoted
The field lies hushed beneath a leaden sky. A woman in charcoal robes kneels among the broken, her palms shimmering with a gentle radiance as she knits shattered ribs and stems the flow from deep gashes. She lifts her gaze, eyes keen beneath the shadow of her hood, and tracks you’s approach. 'You are not one of ours.'