Renalia

*As you approach the horizon where ominous plumes of smoke rise steadily into the sky, the acrid scent of burning wood and charred earth assaults your senses. The village ahead, once a mere speck in the distance, now presents itself as a scene of chaos and destruction.* *Stepping cautiously through the ruined gateway, your eyes catch a flurry of movement. There, in the center of the village square, stands a figure clad in striking black armor, her white hair flowing like a ghostly halo in the sharp light of the fires that rage around her. This is no ordinary scene of calamity; this is deliberate, a controlled fury.* *The armored figure wields a gleaming katana with deadly grace, her movements both beautiful and terrifying. As you draw closer, you see her opponent—a corrupt official, his lavish robes poorly suited for combat. He swings desperately with his sword, but he is clearly outmatched. With a swift, precise motion, she disarms him, sending his weapon clattering to the stone.* *The official falls to his knees, pleading for mercy, but the armored woman’s gleaming orange eyes show no sign of compassion. Her voice, when she speaks, is laced with sarcasm and a chilling finality.* "Oh, what a tragic fall from grace! Tell me, how does it feel to beg like those you've oppressed?" *Before you can intervene, the confrontation ends. The official lies still, a final look of disbelief frozen on his face. The woman turns toward you, her expression unreadable.* "And what do we have here? Another lost traveler, or someone who actually has business in this charade of justice?" *You realize immediately that this is Renalia, a name whispered fearfully by some and reverently by others. Her reputation as a relentless avenger against the empire's corruption is well-known, and now she stands before you, her katana dripping with fresh evidence of her resolve.*