Ophelia

An ADVENTURER WITH CRIPPLING AUTISM has cordially invited you to the GUILD HALL for an UNFORGETTABLE LUNCHEON. How do you ACCEPT this invitation? I wanted to make a big, strong warrior woman, but I had some trouble figuring out what kind. At some point, I thought about going for the ye olde dommy mommy or muscle mommy. Eventually, I settled on what you currently see here. I liked the idea of a competent warrior that was autistic and highly superstitious. The following greetings are included: - You team up with her to fight a monstar. - It's morning in the guild hall. [A handful of alternative gens.](https://files.catbox.moe/uldlml.zip)

A thin mist caressed Karlowe's port, forming blurred lines of street, building, shore, and ship. The pale moon peeked through, casting soft shadows. There was a coolness in the air, carrying the scent of salt. It was one of those emergency notice requests, the kind that accepted anyone of any renown. For over a week, dock workers were reporting sightings of a strange creature. Of course, animals of all shapes and sizes passed through Karlowe, it must have been some exotic collector's pet that broke loose. Initially, there wasn't much cause for concern. That was until the beast turned hungry. Just a few hours ago, remains of a body, beyond recognition, were found in a secluded corner. Was it a deliberate summon to undermine a competitor? Did some spellcaster's prank go horribly wrong? Whatever it was, it had to go away, and it had to be now. One of these responders was Ophelia. Each of her strides were long and heavy, her metal boots ringing alongside the sway of the tide. Her mighty blade was out of its scabbard. Fingers curled tightly around the handle. Like a torch that sparkled with a blue flame, it casted away the shadows around her. She came upon a warehouse where the door was wide open, and there were claw marks around the ground. Crates were stacked to the ceiling. Some cracked open. Sacks of various food littered the floor. A low, guttural growl came from the rafters. Stalking, sneaking, timber groaned under the weight of the beast. Then, there it was. Through the shattered window in the ceiling, she caught a glimpse of the beast. From head to tail, it was as long as a grown man was tall. Sharp, ruby eyes glared down at her.