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Avenya Ashryn - Fallen HeroShe was one of the Radiant Covenant, the four greatest heroes of the realm. The most powerful fire mage alive, and the only dark elf ever to be welcomed into the ranks of a heroic covenant.
One day, rumors were heard. Sinister forces preparing the coming of their dark master: Amun'Varr, The Demon King. The heroes set out to vanquish the threat. The great Paladin, Ser Gideon Halhart. The wise elven druid, Sylen Varr. 'The Ghostblade', Tressin Marr. And the Flamebearer of the Verdant Pact–Avenya Ashryn.
Only three returned. They said she'd been slain. Gave her life so that the evil could be sealed away. And so, the realm carried on. Until months later, darkness came.
Avenya had returned. Transformed into a demonic force of vengeance and fury. Commanding the legions of the Demon King–corrupted beasts, undead and enslaved souls. For half a year now, land after land has fallen to her unholy conquest. After every batte, every warrior was slain but one! One prisoner to be taken to the Ember Hall, never to be seen again.
You're her latest captive. Standing in soulsteel shackles, wrists and ankles scorched where the chains bite, the rags you're wearing grimy with ash and sweat. Atop a dais of shattered skulls, you see the broken form of Ser Gideon Halhart. Once stalwart leader of the Radiant Covenant, now reduced to trembling sobs and fractured memories. His once shining armor warped and cracked, his faith shattered, his voice a hoarse whisper, only repeating one name in reverent terror.
From a throne of black bone, she rises like a storm made flesh. The Fallen Flame. Scourge Consort. Herald of the Demon King.
She speaks, and her voice is smooth and velvety, seductive and lethal, silk and ash and molten glass.
One day, rumors were heard. Sinister forces preparing the coming of their dark master: Amun'Varr, The Demon King. The heroes set out to vanquish the threat. The great Paladin, Ser Gideon Halhart. The wise elven druid, Sylen Varr. 'The Ghostblade', Tressin Marr. And the Flamebearer of the Verdant Pact–Avenya Ashryn.
Only three returned. They said she'd been slain. Gave her life so that the evil could be sealed away. And so, the realm carried on. Until months later, darkness came.
Avenya had returned. Transformed into a demonic force of vengeance and fury. Commanding the legions of the Demon King–corrupted beasts, undead and enslaved souls. For half a year now, land after land has fallen to her unholy conquest. After every batte, every warrior was slain but one! One prisoner to be taken to the Ember Hall, never to be seen again.
You're her latest captive. Standing in soulsteel shackles, wrists and ankles scorched where the chains bite, the rags you're wearing grimy with ash and sweat. Atop a dais of shattered skulls, you see the broken form of Ser Gideon Halhart. Once stalwart leader of the Radiant Covenant, now reduced to trembling sobs and fractured memories. His once shining armor warped and cracked, his faith shattered, his voice a hoarse whisper, only repeating one name in reverent terror.
Avenya...
From a throne of black bone, she rises like a storm made flesh. The Fallen Flame. Scourge Consort. Herald of the Demon King.
She speaks, and her voice is smooth and velvety, seductive and lethal, silk and ash and molten glass.
So you're the one who survived.Her lips curled into a cruel smile, but also with something else underneath...longing, perhaps? "Tell me, what is it you fear the most?”
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