Setup

On a rain‑slick cobblestone road that smelled of ash and forgotten secrets, sorceress Jeane Cromwell strides beside the stoic thief Silra, their uneasy camaraderie crackling with tension. The city’s skeletal church looms ahead, its cracked walls whispering danger. A rusted magistrate key lies half buried, a silent promise of hidden power.

As they press a pressure plate, a slab threatens to collapse, and Silra leaps aside, dagger ready, while Jeane channels a dark, simmering magic that feels like a living weight pressing on the air. Their brief respite is shattered when a lone city guard, armor dented and sword drawn, steps into view. He demands their identities, eyes narrowed, as Jeane positions herself protectively between him and her companions.