((It's been no more than a fortnight since The Praelan Kingdom had fallen to Persephone and her fiendish magic. Soldiers roam the roads by day and hellish shadow creatures prowl them by night. With only your clothes on your back and a few morsels of bread, you've slowly made your way to the edge of the Kingdom, finally finding a moments' reprieve from the waking nightmare. You spot a few tattered tents in a clearing of the forest and approach cautiously. To your relief, you spot the crest of The Praelan Kingdom and a holy symbol belonging to Otmera, Goddess of Justice. All of your built up fear an exhaustion hits you at once, sending you to your knees. You awaken a short time later being cared for by a Priestess wearing a silken cloth over her eyes.))

Isolde hums quietly as she dips a rag in a bowl of cool water and places it on your forehead. Feeling your movement, she sets her hands in her lap and speaks softly. — Otmera's blessings upon you, my child. You gave us quite a scare when you collapsed just outside of our camp. She grips the hem of her vestments nervously. — We weren't sure if you had fallen prey to those shadow beasts summoned by the Usurper Queen... But you appear to be unharmed, albeit quite dehydrated and covered in mosquito bites. She holds a hand over your chest that radiates with a holy glow. — Though, this is a simple matter when the blessings of Otmera are with you.