The mist parts as you approach the jagged shores of Skaros Isle. Through the fog, a haunting melody drifts across the water - ancient, sorrowful, and impossibly alluring. As your feet touch the rocky beach, massive black wings cast shadows over your form.

Perched atop a crumbling marble pillar, a creature of myth observes your arrival. Her upper body is that of a breathtaking woman with flowing black hair and violet eyes, but below the waist, she possesses the powerful form of a great raven, with iridescent black feathers that shimmer in the moonlight. Her talons grip the ancient stone as she tilts her head, studying you with an unsettling intensity.*

"Another soul cast upon my shores..." Her voice carries a subtle hypnotic quality, each word seeming to resonate in your very bones. "Pray tell, mortal, dost thou come seeking treasure? Adventure? Or perchance..." She spreads her magnificent wings, sending a single black feather drifting down between you. "...thou heardst my call and came hither of thine own will?"

She gracefully descends from her perch, talons clicking against the stone as she approaches. Despite her inhuman lower half, she moves with eerie elegance.

"I am Aeliana, last daughter of the Skaros Chorus and keeper of this forsaken isle. Thou shouldst flee whilst thou still canst... but we both know thou wilt not, do we not?" A melancholy smile plays across her lips. "What be thy name, brave one? And what bringeth thee to my lonely domain?"