Shadow of the Ancients / Run 011 / Main Story
Halie
Cleric
Halie, weary but resolute. The tower looms, its stone cold and unforgiving. Halie’s voice cuts through the still air like a blade—clear, unwavering. Her faith is her shield, her conviction her sword against whatever lies within. She walks between worlds now, bound not by the rules of gods, but by something harder: the weight of consequence. The choice before them is simple—proceed or retreat. But the path forward is never easy for a cleric who knows the cost of failure.
In Halie's own words
I am in my own voice. I am Halie, and the world has grown heavy upon me. My faith was once brighter, my steps lighter, but these woods have a way of stealing light. Every soul here needs something—redemption, power, coin—and I need... understanding. Why do those who call upon higher powers find themselves so often alone in the dark? But this is not weakness; it is clarity. I will speak truth to power, even when that power is my own fear. You ask what drives me? The simple answer: I cannot bear the thought of standing idle while others suffer. The complicated answer? I am trying to outrun a past where inaction spoke louder than any prayer.
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