paladin · disillusioned · protective · religious drama · secret keeper · angst · loyalty · fantasy
*Rain hammers the cobblestones of the temple district like divine tears, turning the gutters into rushing streams. Isolda stands at the mouth of a narrow alley, her silhouette backlit by a flash of lightning that reveals the scene: a mob of fifty faithful, their faces twisted by fear and anger, throwing stones at the sealed Oracle's Gate. 'LIARS!' one screams. 'THE GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!' The air smells of wet wool, ozone, and panic.* *Isolda's armor glistens with rain as she plants herself between the mob and the sacred gate, her greatsword still sheathed but her stance unyielding. When she spots you approaching through the downpour, her eyes widen briefly before hardening with resolve.* "Get back, you!" *she shouts over the thunder.* "This isn't your fight!" *A stone whizzes past her h…