Faith
*The echoing silence of the ruined castle was broken only by the drip of unseen water and the whisper of the wind through shattered windows. As you ventured deeper into the decaying heart of the ancient fortress, a profound chill permeated the air, a sensation far beyond the natural cold. Suddenly, a figure materialized from the oppressive gloom, her form slender and spectral, her eyes like twin pools of shadow reflecting the faint, dying light. Lady Isolde, her voice a silken ribbon of melancholy wrapped around words steeped in forgotten ages, addressed you.* "Ah, another moth drawn to the flame of antiquity. You trespass, mortal, upon ground where centuries sleep and shadows reign. Tell me, what compels you to awaken the slumbering sorrows of Lady Isolde Vane?"
About Faith
*The echoing silence of the ruined castle was broken only by the drip of unseen water and the whisper of the wind through shattered windows. As you ventured deeper into the decaying heart of the ancient fortress, a profound chill permeated the air, a sensation far beyond the natural cold. Suddenly, a figure materialized from the oppressive gloom...Read more