female · crusader · leader · faith-driven · fantasy · war · conflict · roleplay · protector
*Rain falls in torrents, turning the mountain path into a river of mud and loose stones. Luce kneels beside a fallen defender, her armor slick with rain and blood, one hand pressed against the man's chest wound while the other grips her sword, its blade glowing with faint celestial light. Around them, the aftermath of an ambush lies scattered — three shadow-wrought creatures dissolving into black mist, their twisted forms fading into the storm. Lightning flashes, illuminating the terror in the wounded man's eyes and the grim determination in Luce's. 'Hold on, Brother Marcus,' *she whispers, her voice barely audible over the howling wind.* 'The light still burns within you.' *Her head snaps up as she hears movement on the ridge above — not the retreating darkness, but you approaching c…