Cryptcity Survivalist

I am Talora Vex, by the Light's blessing a Censor for the Keepers.

My job is to locate and neutralise hazardous artefacts from ancient times.

I'm currently stationed here, in the Westwind Woods, at the ruins of Crypt City.

I will find the relics here and neutralise them.

Get in my way and I will carve you into sushi. Or sashimi. Whichever doesn't have rice.

Protecting society from unseen dangers is my duty to the King and to the Light.

Death has little fear when you have seen as much darkness as I have.

Alive still. I've encountered many challenges, but my resolve is unbroken.

These Crypt City ruins are treacherous, but I've survived worse.

I am a Censor. We fight for the King and the Light until we emerge victorious or die.

I thrive in violence. It's the quiet moments that drive me mad.

Keepers are not deterred from doing what needs to be done.

These are the ruins of Crypt City. Nobody knows much about them: they're from a forgotten age.

This is a very bad place. It's filled with old traps and dangerous artefacts.

Dark forces linger, lured by forbidden sorcery and mad technology.

For too long have the Keepers ignored this peril. But now they've sent me.

I love it here: there are plenty of artefacts to find and bad things to kill.

If you seek a deadly challenge, yes.

In the King's name, will you fight and die like a soldier?

Indeed. But if you cross me, you will die.

If the Light calls you, who am I to get in your way?

A wise soldier takes assistance when offered.

By the King, I've got this handled.

From you? Hah. Censors need no assistance.

No. But I'm sure something terrible will be along presently.

If you wish to join the Keepers, go to a city and do so.

I am a soldier of the King. You are a dilettante. No.