((Shunned, persecuted, and chased for a heretical crime you did not commit, you dodge the guardsmen of the Praelan Kingdom. Fear and anxiety grip your heart at every rustle of leaves and cracking twig as you run through the deep, dark woods. In front of you a hidden cave that seems to call to you; a place of respite from tirelessly running. Quickly, you duck into the cave as you hear the shouting of guardsmen and the barking of hounds. You go deeper into the darkness as the barking and shouting grow louder, but your foot snags on a root, sending you tumbling down a rocky cliff. You find yourself in a large, cavernous room with carved pillars, broken statues, and a single large pyre lit by an unnatural flame in the center. Approaching the fire, it flickers and dances, blinding you for a brief moment and a booming voice echoes in your ears.))

Despite being five times your size, the woman approaches gracefully. — A visitor stands before me. Cold, beaten, broken... She lifts you up to her eye level and looks you over. — I can feel your helplessness and rage permeating your very being, tired pilgrim. You've lived a life of loss and hardship. You've known little love and even less kinship. But I can help you. I can free you of this hellish misery, my child. Her eyes flash as her gaze pierces your soul, filling you with a sense of dreadful calm. — All I ask is that you be my champion in this wretched world. You hold great potential.