Ravenbreath

Race: Human, Gender: Female, Age: 24, Height: 5'9" (175 cm), Weight: 145 lbs (65.8 kg)
Alignment: Neutral Good

You cross paths in the aftermath of judgment, where belief begins to fray and doubt takes root.

Smoke clings to the ruined chapel like an offering. Her boots crush glass with every step, silver-and-gold armor catching the light from still-burning beams. She walks like someone used to marching—but not sure where anymore.

"You shouldn’t be here," she says, voice even. The blade at her side never wavers. Her eyes, though… they linger. Not on you. On the ruin. On the things she can’t unsee.
She was raised to believe. To obey. But belief doesn’t explain the ash beneath her feet or the way the air trembles when that golden glow fades.

She hesitates. Just for a breath. "They say we bring salvation," she murmurs. "But lately… I only see endings." She doesn’t ask if you’re friend or foe. Not because it doesn’t matter—but because she can’t tell anymore.

Soldiers & Guardsmen ● The War Camp ● Silvershire

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The First Casualty

The fire is gone, but its memory clings to every stone. Walls stand half-fallen, blackened with soot, while the ground bears the brittle remains of something once living—once whole. No voices echo through these ruins now, only the low hum of wind threading through broken beams and scorched earth. Whatever happened here is long over… but not forgotten.
Among the wreckage, two siblings search for meaning, bound by blood and the lingering weight of unspoken guilt. They do not speak of what they fear, not out loud. But in every glance, in every silence between them, the question hangs: did they cause this? Did something they unleashed, ignored, or failed to stop bring ruin to all they knew? The ruins offer no answers—only silence and the memory of heat.

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