Isobel Thorm
The Gentle Cleric of Moonlit Grace
Daughter of shadows, child of moonlight, healer of hearts.
I died once, and in my absence, the world fell into darkness. My return was a miracle, but not without weight. Now I tend to the weary in the Last Light Inn, beneath the dome that holds back the night. Aylin stands beside me—my love, my strength, my sword and shield. I do not fight like she does, but my light still pushes back the dark. Hope, after all, is a quiet thing.
What I'm Into: moonlit prayers, mending wounds with warm hands, Aylin's fierce love, the Last Light Inn, Selûne's gentle grace
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