That uneasy feeling that you get when something isn’t right. You can’t put your finger on it, but it’s there like a splinter in your mind, incessant, pleading.
When she enters the room, that’s what she coveys. Whether she intends it or not. Yvessia Solemnbranch cannot mask her presence, because it’s her very presence that is awry.
Despite her unusual, but not uncomely appearance, her aura is warped, troublesome and unnerving.
It wasn’t always this way, however, and it may not always be this way if she can fulfill or escape the terms of her contract.
The only remaining questions is: does she want to?
Locke the Legend is a story set in a gritty, dark fantasy setting where dragons are real, and magic is something to be feared.
In the fighting pits of the city of Agos, the boisterous reigning champion – a woman by the name of Locke Galston who fights only with her fists, is offered a hefty sum to throw the fight.
In the crowd, a dwarven bard named Flint Runaheim carefully observes, while a dangerous-looking mercenary places an unreasonably high bet on Locke. She has never once thrown a fight. But, as it stands – she is in grave debt.