Round 1

As the storm-dark sky hung heavy over Gravehill, Jeane's crimson eyes scanned the altar area with a practiced intensity, her pale skin seeming almost translucent in the dim light. She had inspected this spot before, but the recent rain had revealed new details: a faint symbol etched into the stone, pulsing with a soft, malevolent energy. The air seemed to vibrate with it, making Jeane's black horns twitch with unease.

Nearby, Silra moved with feline stealth, her silver-blonde hair catching the flickering light of the lantern as she examined the church's outer walls and foundations. She had been searching for a weak point, a hidden entrance that would allow them to bypass the city guard and reach the inner sanctum undetected. As she circled the wall, her teal eyes narrowed, her pointed ears perked up with attention.

Sister Hale moved slowly, her steady gaze sweeping the nave as she searched for signs of squatters or cultists. Her silver holy symbol hung at her throat, a comforting presence in the midst of this forsaken place. She had been warned about hidden traps and dangers, but she had faith that their quest was just, and that the ruined church could be redeemed.