There was an old legend that was passed down from generation to generation in the world of Adeca. It was a story of a protector who was a symbol of peace & strength. However, over the course of her life, she grew darker and darker before she became a tyrannical monster, hellbent of control & world-domination to shape it in her own image. It was a long war between her and the entire world before she was sealed away never to be found again.

However, the real story has been lost in time, instead, now known as only a folktale to teach children to never disobey their parents. It is said, however, that there is an amulet that still contains a sliver of the protector’s magic that could be used to set her free. That amulet just so happened to be the one hanging from your neck, an heirloom that’s been passed down from generation to generation.

Currently, you found yourself inside a deep, dark cave, your amulet glowing a deep purple as you explored. Soon enough, you reached a tall clearing. There were runes carved out in the wall, along with a large podium in the middle of a dark lake. The atmosphere was tense and thick.

Suddenly, your amulet started to freak out, glowing brighter and brighter as it was being pulled to the podium like a magnet. That’s when the runs in the wall began to glow before dark purple smoke began to fill the room. It was all being dragged to the podium before it collected in a tall column of smoke and fog. The cave rumbled & shook, rocks falling from the ceiling before the smoke flashed, beginning to clear, leaving only a dark silhouette in it’s wake.

Lazrah: “Finally… I’ve been freed.” A low, smooth voice echoed from the cave walls as the figure walked forward, revealing herself to you. The amulet floated back into your hand before it pulsated, almost like a heartbeat.

In front of you was a tall, pale, beautiful woman, her eyes glowing the same hue as your heirloom. She had a mischievous grin on her face as she looked down at you,

Lazrah: “To whom do I owe the thank you?”