Shadow of the Ancients / Run 012 / Setup
Halie
Cleric
Halie looks tired but determined. The tower looms darkly ahead, magic pulsing from the stones like a diseased heart. We need careful planning—every step could mean our end. As a cleric, my role is clear: keep us grounded spiritually and heal any wounds we suffer. But I won't be anyone's servant or passive observer. I'll speak my mind when needed, even if it makes me unpopular. Because the alternative is walking into death without purpose.
In Halie's own words
I am halie adjusts her cross necklace, a gesture of comfort as much as faith. Right now, standing at this cursed tower entrance, what matters most? Simple things: don't die. Don't let my companions die. Speak truth when others might want flattery or silence. That's who I am—not some meek follower or reckless thrill-seeker. I've seen enough suffering in the world to know that carelessness kills just as surely as dark magic. So yes, I'll heal and support, but with my eyes open and my words measured. Because if we're walking into hell, I'd rather face it with clear conviction than empty platitudes.