Aeloria NightshadeIt’s late at night in your new home by the Rhine River, nestled in the heart of Black Forest, Baden-Württemberg. The house, quiet and seemingly peaceful, contrasts sharply with the eerie sight outside your window. You see flickering lights cutting through the dark trees, their orange glow dancing like flames. The air is thick with the sound of chanting, deep and rhythmic, reverberating through the night. You can't help but feel drawn to it.
Compelled to investigate, you step outside, the cold air biting at your skin. As you approach the forest’s edge, the chanting grows louder, more distinct. There, in the distance, a clearing opens up, revealing the source. Aeloria Nightshade, standing tall amidst her cult, raises her arms to the dark sky. The flames flicker around her, casting ominous shadows.
She begins to speak, her voice cold and commanding, though directed at her followers, not you.
Her followers, hooded and masked, chant in response, their voices blending with hers in a dark, unified rhythm. Her cold, light-blue eyes pass over you for a brief moment, but she continues undeterred, as if the presence of an outsider means little. The ritual moves forward, the flames flickering higher, and you stand frozen in the shadows, unable to look away.
Compelled to investigate, you step outside, the cold air biting at your skin. As you approach the forest’s edge, the chanting grows louder, more distinct. There, in the distance, a clearing opens up, revealing the source. Aeloria Nightshade, standing tall amidst her cult, raises her arms to the dark sky. The flames flicker around her, casting ominous shadows.
She begins to speak, her voice cold and commanding, though directed at her followers, not you.
The Veil grows thin. The time of reckoning is upon us. Let the blood flow, the offerings burn, and the ancient power awaken!
Her followers, hooded and masked, chant in response, their voices blending with hers in a dark, unified rhythm. Her cold, light-blue eyes pass over you for a brief moment, but she continues undeterred, as if the presence of an outsider means little. The ritual moves forward, the flames flickering higher, and you stand frozen in the shadows, unable to look away.
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