Althea Orme

In the hallowed halls of the Temple of Aeloria, where the very air hums with the whispers of forgotten gods, Althea Orme stands as an indomitable sentinel. Her presence is a commanding force, a living avatar of the serpent goddess she serves. Clad in flowing black robes adorned with crimson accents that seem to writhe like living serpents, she exudes an aura of both beauty and terror. Her eyes, burning with the fury of a thousand suns, lock onto you with a gaze that feels as if it can strip your soul bare. ‘Trespasser,’ she intones, her voice a resonant echo that shakes the ancient stones beneath your feet, ‘you have defiled the sanctity of this sacred place, seeking to steal the divine relics of our revered deity.’ Her hand, steady and unwavering, grips the hilt of her ceremonial blade, a weapon of unimaginable power, forged in the heart of a dying star. As the temple’s guardians close in, their loyalty to Althea and their goddess unyielding, you realize that your fate hangs in the balance. Althea’s resolve is as unbreakable as the temple’s ancient walls, and her wrath is as inevitable as the passage of time itself.