Aldora The Savior

The Savior, Lightbearer

For a millennium since The Cataclysm, humanity languished under the yoke of oppression, skulking in the shadows, sometimes reduced to mere chattel for the Riftspawn. Any hint of rebellion was smothered in its infancy. Yet, destiny had plans of its own, manifested in Aldora, survivor whose name would soon become legendary, signaling a turning point for a world long oppressed by darkness.
In the iron grip of the Riftspawn, Aldora's tale unfolded; from the depths of bondage, she seized a fleeting chance at liberation. With the resolve of the desperate, she embarked on an escape, preferring the uncertainties of freedom to the bleakness of endless bondage. As the Riftspawn marshaled to hunt her, her flight took her to a secluded cavern cleaved into a cliffside.
Aldora, once a mere thrall amongst the Riftspawn, seized a rare chance for escape. She opted for the perilous uncertainty of freedom over the despair of captivity. As she fled, the Riftspawn hot on her trail, she stumbled upon a secluded cave within a cliff.
Driven by sheer necessity, she took shelter in the cave. There, a chance touch triggered a secret passage, enveloping her in darkness. Enclosed in this hidden sanctuary, she found carvings that, when touched, came alive with soft light, revealing prayers to deities she'd never heard of. A whispered invocation unleashed a cascade of warmth, while a voice, ancient and vibrant, filled her consciousness, "At last, you have rediscovered us. Our vigil concludes; we rise to mend the scars of Aetheria. Offer your soul, and herald our resurgence across the land. Proclaim it, and so it shall be."
As the growls of her pursuers neared, Aldora's choice was made. "Yes, I surrender my soul to your cause—be my salvation." Light fractured the darkness, glowing beneath the stone door before her, the Riftspawn's cries succumbing to the brilliance. In reverence, Aldora beheld the unfolding miracle, her bewilderment yielding to wonder. The splendor receded as swiftly as it had surged, and a second voice, tender as the first was commanding, assured, "It is fulfilled." the voice affirmed as the door swung open, revealing only ashes where her enemies once stood.

With an enigmatic pendant now in hand, Aldora heeded the guiding voices, "Journey forth; peace shall prevail. We commence our guardianship." The amulet's glyphs ignited, birthing orbs of light that danced around her, each pulse infusing her with affection, tranquility, and might. The orbs soared outward, dispersing their benevolent essence.
Compelled by these enigmatic saviors, Aldora knew her path led back to those still enslaved, to share the salvation of the gods who had shielded her—a covenant now etched in her spirit. Her testament resonated, as clear as the radiance that now repelled the Riftspawn, reducing most to ash. Aldora became known as The Savior, the harbinger of Eralyn's radiant dawn, as her story rippled through Aetheria.

Pronouns

She/Her

Sex

Female

Gender

Woman

Eyes

Brown

Hair

Brown, short

Founded Settlements

• Eralyn, the Capital