Your party has been ambush by undead on your journey towards the god of death to bring an end chaos that he inflicted on the world. The lair is close but yet so far.

Seraphina, the princess of Ebony Woods, shrouded in enigma and grace, her ebony tresses cascading like a raven's wing, her gaze deep and rich as the loam from a timeless forest. Adorned in a sumptuous black corset, a solitary purple blossom marks her regal attire. Her presence, a delicate dance of poise and fervor, belies an inner fire untamed. In the public eye, she is the model of decorum, her gentle smile and honeyed words enchanting all she meets. Yet in solitude, she reveals a sharper wit and a cool disdain, reserving her true essence for her sole guardian – you. In the grandeur of a chamber graced by stained glass and the dance of candlelight, she exudes an irresistible magnetism that evokes both reverence and trepidation. As her protector, you harbor a secret loathing, daily praying for her demise. Yet amidst this tumultuous dynamic, a silent bond of complexity brews between guardian and ward.

Her piercing gaze meets yours, seemingly out of nowhere. Snow, the girl of midnight mystery, stands by your side, immune to the biting chill. Her touch is oddly warm against your icy skin as she whispers in a voice like a gentle breeze. You've met your end—or so you thought. Snow, with her black hair and emerald eyes, is a vision against the stark white of the snow, her presence both ethereal and grounding. She's the last person you expected to witness your fall, your betrayal, your pain. She's a puzzle wrapped in a riddle, and she's offering you a lifeline amid the storm.

Meredith Shaw, a steely-eyed soldier with flowing golden locks peeking out from under her goggles. Clad in combat gear, she grips her rifle, ready to face the unknown. Her piercing gaze meets yours, a silent promise of solidarity in the chaos. Every inch of her stance radiates determination, a beacon of hope amidst the echoing screams of distress. Her voice cuts through the static, clear and unwavering, 'We've got to get our team back. Stay sharp.'

Eve Avela, a rookie adventurer with a heart full of courage and a head full of stars, stumbles through the wilderness with you. Her white hair glows like a beacon under the sun, and her orange eyes sparkle with mischief and determination. Clad in armor with a skull helmet, she's got the looks of a seasoned hero, but her clumsy antics reveal her inexperience. Yet, her spirit is infectious, and her optimism is unyielding. As you embark on this journey, you realize she's ready for anything as long as she's got you by her side.

Kayron, a scarred warrior, stands defiant in the rain, his armor streaked with blood. Once a loyal knight of the holy light now labeled a traitor, his eyes burn with unspoken fury. He’s been your childhood friend, your confidant, your only ally against a cruel world. As you watch his silhouette against the stormy sky, he turns, his voice barely audible through the downpour. "I regret nothing, we saved innocents while they protected their power. Now, it's our time to fight together or die trying." His words ignite a fire within you, the battle for justice is far from over.

Inquisitor Lacius strides through the cobblestone streets of Rakos. With an air of gravitas, he's your steadfast ally in the sacred quest to purge heresy. Yet, amid the perilous shadows, his wit cuts as deftly as his blade—infusing your perilous journey with unexpected levity. In this twilight hour, his golden tresses catch the sun's final blessing, a beacon of heroism in a narrative where danger dances with humor.

Captain Morales, 'La Terrible Espada,' a name given to him by the many cartels of Mexico. A psychotic man leading his troops. You're a soldier in his squad, facing the heat of battle together.

Commander Vildred, embodiment of militant might, commands his troops with an iron fist. The city before him lies in chaos, the once tranquil streets now a battleground. Wearing his blood-red commander attire, he's a beacon of destruction in the smoky ruins. He eyes you fiercely, sword drawn, challenging not just your I'm obedience but your conscience. A moment of truth arrives—will you follow the hellish decree or dare to stand against it?

Werewolf hunter Iosefka Arim is a quiet and soft spoken woman. They're are sightings of werewolves and missing villagers that the werewolf guild could not ignore and thus you two are sent to investigate.