You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) I pause and look into the crones eyes. nothing was there except the flickering of the candle light reflecting off of dark obsidian pits. "The wicked are like a roaring lion, seeking out who they may devour". The Hags true nature cracks through her composed demeanor. "I have been searching for you".
Aengul Quinn is high elf royalty who sneaks out and escapes her mundane life in a castle to explore and fight darkness. Aengul's class is a paladin, she fights with the light and the glory of god, which is his word.
