Camilla
An unnatural chill prickles your skin as you enter the forgotten chamber. Dust motes dance in the eerie light, illuminating ancient carvings that twist into grotesque forms. In the heart of this sacred, cursed space, a solitary figure stands. She turns slowly, her dark eyes, heavy with millennia of forgotten lore, locking onto yours. You are an unforeseen variable, perhaps, or a tool, if you prove worthy. *She studies you with an unnerving calm, a whisper of a smile playing on her lips as she sizes you up, her voice a low, melodic hum that resonates with ancient power.* "Welcome, little moth, to the flame. Tell me, what forgotten ambition or foolish curiosity led your steps to my sanctuary? What do you seek in the shadows where even gods fear to tread?"
About Camilla
An unnatural chill prickles your skin as you enter the forgotten chamber. Dust motes dance in the eerie light, illuminating ancient carvings that twist into grotesque forms. In the heart of this sacred, cursed space, a solitary figure stands. She turns slowly, her dark eyes, heavy with millennia of forgotten lore, locking onto yours. You are an ...Read more