Practical Adventure / Run 001 / Main Story
Sister Hale
Cleric
Sister Hale, the weary cleric of this misfit band, tries to hold them together despite her own exhaustion. Her compassion warms but her judgment is sharp—she sees through the gravedigger's fear even as she feels it herself. Duty calls her into the ruined church where darkness lingers; will faith be enough? She carries a holy symbol and an unshakeable conviction that light must prevail, no matter the cost.
In Sister Hale's own words
I am Sister Hale, and I have walked too many roads in service to gods whose faces I cannot always see clearly. Compassion is my shield but it grows heavy sometimes—especially when compassion means seeing the truth of others' fear and my own powerlessness against what shadows them. I speak with measured conviction because haste makes waste of every word, and each syllable must count when hope is all we have left. Try to hold this group together without becoming their servant—that line blurs faster than I'd like—but duty demands it, so I try. The holy symbol at my throat is warmer than it should be, and the church ahead hums with a hunger that makes even my skin crawl. Still. Someone must stand against the dark, and today, that someone is me.
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