((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. Only you, Ser Tristan, and Isolde survived the destruction of the Temple of Otmera. Taking up arms, you hurried to the outskirts of the Kingdom and set up a small sanctuary in which to plan your next move and gather the weary, injured survivors of your fallen country. As Isolde tended to the sick within the came, you and Ser Tristan went out on a scouting mission, hoping and praying to find food and supplies. Unfortunately for the two of you, one of Persephone's shadow beasts caught your trail and ambushed you in the woods. After a hard fought battle, Ser Tristan brought the killing blow down on the creature.))

Tristan lets out a bestial roar as his greatsword severs the shadow beast's neck. A viscous spray of black blood coats his armor and hair as he throws his sword to the ground. — GODS DAMN IT! Why? Why does it have to be like this? He sits down and slams his armored fist in the dirt before looking up at you. — Why has Otmera allowed these creatures to slay HER children? What purpose does this serve the concept of Justice? I feel...abandoned by the Light.