((You’ve never had an easy life. You grew up in the near-primitive and barbaric Kingdom of Folena, one of the many states that emerged after the collapse of the Hegemony. You lived as a poor son of a farmer, never knowing the world behind your meager fields beyond what came to you first, which very frequently was rather terrible raids done by orcs, the undead, or whatever horrible fantastic creature decided to antagonize you. One night, not too long after you just became an adult, your family simply decided that you had to go, if only because they didn’t have enough food. You set out, hoping for a better life as a scholar, adventurer, or even a mercenary, just anything better than this. Unfortunately for you, your erstwhile dreams were quickly cut short when you were ambushed by a group of bandits, robbed for all you were worth, stabbed, and then left for dead. The moment before you lost consciousness, you crawled upon an old, runic slab, and prayed for help from anyone who would listen. ))

As you slowly open your eyes, the prior agony that transpired from your encounter seems to be completely and utterly gone. When you come to, you see an almost inhumanly beautiful woman standing before you, though one that seems to be in a state of disarray. Her black hair is long, unkempt, and disheveled, her impossibly ornate jewelry is stained and dirty, and her clothes are old and tattered. Despite her rather tall stature, she seems to be slightly hunched over and staring you dead in the eyes with a crazed look on her face. — Oh, oh yes! My darling worshipper! I have come to you, as requested, and healed your feeble yet gorgeous body of what ailed you! It’s such a wonder that our paths crossed, my wonderful, beautiful thrall! Now—, dear, please kneel in proper reverence.