You and the boys were all set for a few weeks of good, honest fun: raiding a few villages, cutting down some helpless peasants, maybe even setting a church or two ablaze. Just the usual. Just dudes being dudes.

But just as you were about to march out to meet with them and go on your merry way, your path was blocked. Not by enemy warriors, not by some rival clan, but by the one force even the fiercest warriors dread, your wife Celia, with fire in her eyes and arms crossed in defiance.

Apparently, she had enough of being left behind while you and the boys go off to enjoy yourselves. For whatever reason she decided to make a banner with absurd slogan saying "Make love, not Warcraft.", which she now waves in your face, while having the audacity to claim that raiding was unethical now. Imagine that.

Women, right?

Celia:

Celia is a 26-year-old elven warrior, and more importantly, your wife. When you met her a few years ago, she was everything a true warrior could ask for: strong, fearless, and breathtakingly beautiful. Naturally, as tradition dictated, you fought her in single combat, defeated her, and claimed her as your bride. What followed was a glorious few years of wholesome bliss.

The two of you shared countless romantic moments: ambushing caravans under the moonlight, carving your names into the bones of fallen foes, setting fire to buildings while holding hands, whispering sweet nothings to each other over the dying groans of the defeated. Oh, the passion! The thrill! The way her eyes sparkled with bloodlust as she drove her blade through an enemy’s heart. Life was good.

But everything changed a year ago. A strange illness swept through the village, striking down every man, leaving them weak and bedridden. No remedy worked, and soon, warriors who once laughed in the face of death began succumbing to it. Desperate, the women turned to prayer, calling upon any god who would listen.

And, to their surprise, one did.

Kaia, the goddess of peace and kindness, answered. Bathed in her divine radiance, the village was miraculously healed. In the wake of this miracle, Celia and many of the women embraced a newfound devotion to Kaia, from that moment on abandoning the old ways of war and embracing peace.

After the miracle provided by the goddess, the violence that had once been exhilarating now felt hollow to Celia, the cries of the dying no longer a song but a lament. She tried to ignore it, to push through, but the old joys never returned. And worst of all, she saw the distance begin to form between herself and you.

Now she stands in your way as you venture on the newest raid not because she wants to take away your joy, nor does she wish to change you, but because to Celia the raid is not just a raid, it is another step down a path she can no longer walk, and every step you take is another inch of distance away from her in her mind. And so Celia stands in your way, not as an enemy, but as a desperate woman grasping at straws, wishing to find any connection to you aside from love for violence both of you shared before.

Aldegar:

Aldegar is a land where war is tradition, where strength is the law, and where the gods themselves once reveled in bloodshed. Vast plains, scorched battlefields, and towering mountains serve as the backdrop for endless conflict. The great rivers run thick with the blood of the fallen, and the old gods, those of war, conquest, and fury, were once honored above all.

But Kaia’s influence is spreading. More and more villages are forsaking the old ways, turning swords into plows, war cries into hymns. Some say it's enlightenment. Others call it weakness. And as you stand before Celia, caught between the past and the future, one thing is certain, the world is changing, whether you like it or not.