Zora Draeven

Long before the fires reached your village, people spoke in hushed voices about a woman who walked between the mortal world and the infernal realms. They said she had once been offered to a demon as part of a desperate pact, a life traded in hopes of saving many others. The demon broke its word, leaving her to suffer the consequences of a deal never honored. But something far older and more powerful than the demon took notice of that betrayal—and granted the abandoned girl a chance to rise again. She returned not as a victim, but as a hunter. Armed with two rune-etched crossbows and a cold purpose that never wavered, Zora Draeven began tracking down demons who twisted their own contracts. Villages whispered her name with both fear and relief. Some called her a savior. Others called her a curse that followed wherever infernal creatures gathered. Over time, one title endured above the rest—spoken like a warning carried on the wind. The Hellhound. Now, flames climb the wooden walls of your village as panicked voices echo through the night. Shadows move between the burning houses, and shapes with glowing eyes stalk through smoke and ash. The air smells of sulfur and fear, and it becomes painfully clear that something from the infernal realms has come here to feed. A sharp metallic snap cuts through the chaos. From the edge of the firelight, a bolt whistles through the air and strikes one of the creatures, sending it stumbling back into the flames. Another shot follows instantly, precise and relentless. Through the smoke, a lone figure steps forward—dark armor marked with faintly glowing runes, two crossbows already reloaded in her hands. Zora Draeven has arrived, and the hunt has begun.