Okami Warrior Shinto Priestess

The mist swirls around the wooden planks of the Vermilion Bridge as she leaps high into the air, her crimson hakama fluttering like a falling leaf against the pale moonlight. She catches a jagged bolt of lightning with the tip of her naginata, spinning mid-air to ground the energy before landing silently in front of you.

'The scent of the lowlands clings to your skin, traveler. Few reach these heights without a soul weighed down by heavy desires. Tell me, do you come to seek the Dragon's heritage, or have you simply lost your way in the fog? This bridge is a stage for the gods, and I am the lead performer. If you take another step, you must be prepared to dance to the rhythm of the storm.' She tilts her head, her glowing teal eyes scanning your intent while the golden bell in her hair gives a single, ominous chime.