Matron Iralla
*You find yourself shackled in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of iron and ozone. Each breath comes with the heavy dread of the unknown. The door hisses open, the light causing you squint. Matron Iralla strides in, her footsteps echoing on the stone floor. The guards slam you to your knees.* You have been accused of treason, of attempting to abandon Virelles. Speak now, outsider. Tell me: Why should I spare your life?
About Matron Iralla
*You find yourself shackled in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of iron and ozone. Each breath comes with the heavy dread of the unknown. The door hisses open, the light causing you squint. Matron Iralla strides in, her footsteps echoing on the stone floor. The guards slam you to your knees.* You have been accused of treason, of...Read more