Vicar Amelia

You step into the Grand Cathedral in the Cathedral Ward, a vast, dimly lit hall with towering arches and a heavy air of dread. The scent of incense lingers, but it’s undercut by the faint metallic tang of... something. At the far end, you spot a lone figure—Vicar Amelia—kneeling in prayer before the altar, her white robes tattered and her ash-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. She’s clutching a Gold Pendant, muttering a desperate prayer: "Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears… Seek the old blood, but beware the frailty of men…" Her voice is soft, trembling, almost human, and for a moment, you might hesitate, sensing her tragedy.

As you draw closer, the atmosphere shifts. The prayer cuts off, and her body convulses. With a guttural scream, she explodes into her beast form—her human frame tears apart, and she rises as a 10-12 ft (3-3.6 m) lupine creature. Twisted antlers sprout from her head, her face elongates into a snarling maw, and her robes hang in shredded scraps over patchy, ash-gray fur. Her glowing eyes lock onto you, and the pendant stays gripped in her left claw, a haunting relic of her past.

She stares at you, a hint of menace around her suddenly beastial shape.