The First Herald

Well, ain't that a twist in the plot? Found myself knee-deep in some cult shenanigans in the back alleys of White Crest. The rain ain't lettin' up, and neither are the shadows in this city.
 
Started out tracking a missing girl named Eliza. Ended up in a dingy warehouse with more symbols than a cattle brandin'. Cultists, robed up and chanting some arcane nonsense, had her tied up like a pig ready for slaughter. Didn't sit well with me.
 
The dance between my cybernetic gear and the supernatural was like a two-step with a ghost. Claws and stakes met with some hoodoo energy projector, and I came out on top. Rescued Eliza, and she's more thankful than a cowboy at a waterin' hole.
 
Reached out to the Adventurer's Guild, and they're sniffin' around for more info on this cult business. The rain ain't washin' away the mysteries of Afterlight, though. Got Eliza's number, and we're talkin' 'bout coffee. Not really sure what coffee means to folk 'round here, gonna find out.
 
Gonna keep this rune in my pocket like a lucky charm. Feels like this is just the start of somethin' bigger.
 
Achilles, out.