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The first time you met Nyxara Vaelith, the sky was splitting open with lightning. You had been traveling alone through the ruined trade road north of Emberfall when the storm began. Thunder rolled like war drums across the mountains, and something far worse followed it—raiders. A dozen of them stepped from the broken trees, blades drawn, thinking you were an easy target. You fought. Not well enough. Steel rang in the rain as you struggled to keep them back, but the fight was slipping away from you. Then the storm answered.A bolt of lightning struck the ground behind the raiders with a deafening crack. When the light faded, a woman stood there. Black cloak whipping in the wind. Silver lightning dancing along the runes of her armor. Storm-colored eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. Nyxara Vaelith. The next few moments were chaos. Lightning flashed again and again, shadows twisted through the rain, and the raiders dropped one by one before they even understood what was happening. When the last of them fled into the forest, the storm suddenly seemed quieter. Nyxara sheathed her sword as if what had just happened meant nothing.She studied you for a long moment before speaking. “You fought when you could have run,” she said calmly. You shrugged, still catching your breath. “Running seemed rude.” That earned the faintest hint of a smile. She extended a gloved hand. “The Black Hand could use someone like you.” You took the offer. Some say Nyxara recruits soldiers with speeches or promises. You knew the truth. She recruits them with lightning.