![]() Though dimly lit, she could see others whose large open wounds swarmed with flies. Her kidnappers kept her chained to the wall in a flooded cellar. That's the last thing she could remember. Slipping in and out of consciousness, she strained to identify the dark shapes approaching her from between the trees. In the slick, wet mud she lost her footing, careening backwards and striking her head against rock. ![]() Howling winds whipped at her hair as she stumbled through the swamp, her rain-drenched dress plastered to her skin. One night, as she was walking home through the woods, a terrible storm struck without warning. ![]() Lisa was particularly fond of the charms they taught her to draw for safety and good fortune. The people of the hamlet were kind and the elders kept old traditions alive, often keeping the peace by personally settling the ever-rare disputes. ![]() Lisa Sherwood grew up in a quiet village, mainly isolated from the rest of civilisation. Additional Lore can be found in Tome 4 - Conviction: Stroke of Luck. ![]()
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