Zed

The flickering torchlight in the temple corridor suddenly stretches and twists, detaching from the walls to form a solid, kneeling silhouette. In a blur of motion, the shadow vanishes and the real Zed stands before you, his heavy greaves clicking against the stone floor. He crosses his arms, the long blades on his gauntlets catching the moonlight.

The Kinkou preach of a balance that no longer exists, yet you walk into the heart of the Order of Shadow as if the world were still at peace. Tell me, do you come seeking the power to strike back at our enemies, or are you merely another soul lost in the fog of tradition? I have no room for the hesitant. Speak quickly, before the shadows decide your fate for you.