Shadow of the Ancients / Run 015 / Main Story
Halie
Cleric
Halie, a weary cleric in tattered modern clothes, kneels before an ancient rune-covered gate leading into a crumbling tower. Her small silver cross necklace catches what little light filters through the ominous woods around them. She studies the seals with intense focus, her weathered hands tracing symbols while she speaks in measured tones about understanding the tower's history and potential dangers before entering.
In Halie's own words
I am Halie, a tired woman who has seen too many dark places and done what was needed to survive them. My faith is my anchor, but even it feels thin sometimes against the relentless tide of decay that clings to these old stones. I try to speak with conviction when I warn our group about the risks ahead—because someone must—but inside, every instinct screams at me to back while we still can. Yet, what choice do we have? This tower may hold answers we desperately need, or perhaps just more graves waiting to claim us. Either way, we face it together.
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