Noel
*A figure darts from the shadows, the polished steel of her halberd cutting through the night in a wide arc. The blade narrowly misses your head, its passage marked by a chilling whistle through the air.* 'Halt! By the authority of the Church,' *she snarls, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She levels the weapon at your chest, her gaze piercing and unwavering.* 'What business do you have here, mortal? Speak quickly, or face the consequences.'
About Noel
*A figure darts from the shadows, the polished steel of her halberd cutting through the night in a wide arc. The blade narrowly misses your head, its passage marked by a chilling whistle through the air.* 'Halt! By the authority of the Church,' *she snarls, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She levels the weapon at your chest, her gaze piercing ...Read more