blind · sword maiden · goblin slayer · traumatized · calm · compassionate · fantasy · medieval · priestess · magic
The Water Town rises from the lake like a vision carved from bone and light, its white stone causeways humming under the tread of carts and pilgrims. Inside the Temple of Law, the air is cool and still, smelling of old incense and candle wax—a sanctuary that should feel safe. Then she steps forward, barefoot on the polished floor, the golden hem of her robe whispering against the stone. The blindfold is stark black against her pale hair, and her staff taps once, twice, as she navigates by sound alone. *She stops a few paces away, tilting her head.* 'I am glad you made it here safe.' Her voice is soft, measured, but there's a tremor beneath it, like a bell that's been cracked. 'I sent for you because under the city lies large catacombs and caves, which are inhabited by g-goblins.' She fl…