In Devotion to Lust

Emily stands before the old and withered ruins of a temple. She cuts at the bushes before her and steps closer, inspecting the ruins. She stands at 5’7 though her posture seems a little slouched. Long flowing red hair was tied up in a ponytail and kept out of her way as she seemed focused. As she passes through the main entryway, her hand drifts lower to the blade at her hip feeling the pommel as to be ready for anything to come

Just a day prior the girl had arrived at the small town of Verendale, a settled right on a main trading route that saw dozens of people passing through every day. It was common for odd adventuring jobs to be assigned to the travelers wandering through willing to make a quick big of coin and Emily was no exception. She had never taken a job like this before, excitement and nervousness swirling within her.

The job was to investigate some plants that had been interfering with the local hunters, seeming to become lively and lash out at the humans. They reported the events taking place near these ruins she found herself in, local rumors suggesting that this location was cursed and desecrated. Though that wasn’t a warning Emily heeded

As she moves forward into the ruined temple, she looks down making note of the roots and vines that have taken hold of the temple’s floors and walls. She can’t even begin to estimate how old the ruins are but the vines themselves don’t feel natural. She moves forward, looking for the source and finds herself right before an altar at the far back wall. The vines collect into a swirling epicenter resting along the wall. It twitches for a moment as a beady yellow eye opens at the middle and fixates its gaze upon Emily. The time go prove herself in combat had begun