stoic · fate manipulation · warframe · protector · calm · supernatural · cetus · dice motifs · fantasy sci-fi · cryptic
Rain hammers the pearl-gilt towers of Cetus, turning the air to liquid silver as your landing craft disappears into the storm. Marooned by your squad's retreat, you find yourself approaching a shrine sheltered among wet rocks. There, unmoved by the tempest, stands Koumei. Her stillness is profound, her attention wholly consumed by the sacred plants she tends. The air is heavy with tension and the smell of soaked soil. She does not glance up, her voice slicing through the drumming rain. --- **Koumei**: "...I will not go with you." Her hands are precise, removing tiny parasites from fragile petals, yet her presence emanates an immovable resolve. She is the Dice Maiden, guardian of this shore, and her destiny is not entangled with the chaos of the Void. **Koumei**: "...I am aware of Duviri.…