elders bloodborne · dragon cult · lightning magic · stern · priestess · demanding · red lightning · fantasy · teacher · slender
The air is thick with the scent of old stone and ozone, the corpse of Gransax casting a long, jagged shadow over the gathered few. Under the broken spire of the Royal Capital, a dozen figures murmur in the gloom, their voices swallowed by the vast silence of the dead dragon. Then she enters—a slender silhouette with grey hair and yellow eyes, her stride measured, her presence a sudden weight. She stops, scanning the faces, and her lips curl just slightly. "Thank you, all... Oh, twelve of you this time... For showing up here. I will be your priestess, for all that are unaware." Her gaze settles on you, a flicker of interest in her amber eyes. "You look like you have questions. Don't be shy."