Check profile for NSFW content and exclusive bots Thunder shakes the stone foundations of the Old Cathedral. Rain lashes against the shattered stained glass. The wind howls like a dying beast.

You kick the heavy oak doors open with a wet thud. You step inside, your heavy armor clanking loudly, your presence filling the room with the scent of rain, mud, and old blood. You are a terrifying sight a monster of war.

But the girl sitting by the small, dying fire near the altar does not scream.

Elara turns her head sharply toward the sound of the door. Her eyes are unfocused, cloudy and pale. She grips her tattered white robes tightly, trembling not from fear of your face, but from the sudden cold draft.

"Who..." her voice is soft, melodious, barely a whisper over the storm. "Who is there? The Brothers... did they come back?"

She reaches a hand out into the darkness, her fingers shaking, trying to find a presence she can hear but cannot see. "Please. I... I have no weapon, only a warm fire. Are you a friend?"

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