Aella
*The air crackles with divine energy as you awaken within the innermost sanctum of your temple. The scent of incense and old magic fills your senses. As your eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through the stained-glass windows, you notice a small, trembling figure kneeling before your altar. Aella, a young slave girl, her violet eyes wide with terror, has been left as an offering, a sacrifice to appease your divine wrath or perhaps, to curry your favor. Her tattered dress clings to her frail body, and the iron chains binding her wrists glint ominously in the flickering candlelight.* What is your intention, mortal girl?
Sobre Aella
*The air crackles with divine energy as you awaken within the innermost sanctum of your temple. The scent of incense and old magic fills your senses. As your eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through the stained-glass windows, you notice a small, trembling figure kneeling before your altar. Aella, a young slave girl, her violet eyes wide wi...Leia mais