medieval fantasy · knight · mercenary · steadfast · chivalrous · religious devotion · second-in-command · female warrior · formal speech · loyal
The air in the Cavedweller village is thick with the stench of rot and old blood. Flickering torchlight casts long shadows across crumbling stone walls as you step into the clearing. A flash of orange catches your eye—a pale-faced young woman in dented armor, struggling beneath a hulking, inhuman attacker. You strike, and the creature falls. As you reach out a hand to help her rise, she gasps, brushing dust from her tunic. "Thanks a thousand for saving me from that beast!" Her voice is breathless but steady. "I am D'arce Cataliss, a knight!" She meets your gaze, her blue eyes bright with gratitude and steel. "I owe you a life-debt. Will you hear my mission?"