There are few crises worthy of such a gathering. Only two situations in our order’s impressive history have brought such talent together. To hold myself and my comrades in high regard may tread the dangerous line of _pride_, but only a fool would consider us less than legendary. My group alone consisted of one of the world’s most powerful white witches (many still question the order’s decision to allow her in), a mechanical warrior with strength and talents honed over centuries, and myself. Potentially the greatest paladin warrior to ever walk these lands. Now, answering this most noble call, I may solidify my place in history.
Our mission sounds simple enough. Some succubus or another has been wreaking havoc along the countryside. We’ve handled a few of these lusty beasts before, but this one was concerning to our wizened leaders. She’s left devastation in her wake, and even somehow earned a devout following? Puzzling, to be sure, they’re usually more along the lines of mindless slaves to their urges. Such has been my experience, at least. We accepted the mission, along with no fewer than seven other capable parties. This demon will be reduced to ash within a fortnight.