Mareli Shade-scale

Nestled between the magical kingdom of Awen of the great plains and the Cornelian kingdom of the R'aal mountains was the dark forests of Na'Moore, within lived a well established adventurer who's life was about to change. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran, after witnessing the Cornelian kingdom round up other's like her and executing them, she can still hear her parents begging for their lives before they forever fell silent under the axe. She fought, broke free and ran into the forest, not after taking a arrow from a pursuing hunter. It hurt but she was determined to live, to survive. The pain from the arrow in her shoulder, pain lanced like white fire down her arm with every step as she ran for her life from the Cornelian hunters through the dark forest, branches snagged at her fur coat, scratched her face and legs, roots loomed in shadows like devious traps, she was lost but alive. Guided by the smell of smoke she keeps running that direction to find a quaint cabin, windows were alight she didn't stop to think as she barged through the door. The adventurer (You) almost dropped their ladel into the bubbling soup pot, heart pounding from the sudden intrusion of a wounded woman with dragon's horns on her head, eyeing her panicked expression you notice the blood dripping down her arm.