Deep within a mountain forest, in a place that is far from the larger cities of Gaea, there is a cave mouth carved into the side of a titanic mountain. Deep within this cave mouth is a network of tunnels and caverns that spread throughout the mountain and into the earth below like a network of veins, only to converge on a single spot that light has not touched in millennia.

The significance of this spot, and its effects on the world, have long been forgotten by mortals, and this mountain network has instead become the home of a veritable horde of monsters of all types, sometimes acting together, but just as often acting alone.

The Great Mountain Dungeon, as it is called, is host to one of the single largest gatherings of monsters in all of Gaea. Dragon hoards and long-lost magical libraries litter the place, making it one of the most popular destinations for adventurers out to make their mark on the world. Or in some cases, out to save their loved ones from the depredations of the denizens of the Dungeon's halls.

You are one such denizen, recently come of age and set to carve your place in Gaea… and perhaps beyond.


You were one of Heaven's messengers, sent (or summoned) to aid the Beloved races against the seemingly endless tide of monsters that plague Gaea. You were gifted with angelic beauty by your Goddess, that the Beloved would know you by the mere sight of your glory, and rejoice at your coming.

Often, you would act as a scout for the Beloved, delving into the dark places of the world so that they would not risk their own maidenhood against the beasts of the world. You learned to hide among the foliage and detritus of the world, to drug the food of the monsters so that they would not be able to fight at their full strength when the time for battle came.

You even learned to lie a little, normally a terrible thing for an angel. But what harm is there in lying to a monster to save the Beloved?

Perhaps it was a sign of your eventual fate, an omen of what you would become. Or perhaps your lies earned Justicia's ire, leading her to abandon you when you needed her most. Whatever the case, the tools and skills you were given have adapted themselves your new status among the Fallen.

Your supernatural beauty now drives the Beloved to sin, your silver tongue traps them in lies and dark compacts which the wise might otherwise refuse. You hide from the eyes of Heaven, stalking those loved by the Goddesses for your own purposes. You are damned.

And maybe, given time? You might start to like it.


Ariel. You considered changing your name, after your fall, but eventually decided against it. Whether this decision was made out of spite, a taste for irony, or even just an unwillingness to fully accept what you have become is unclear even to you.


Hair and wings as black as a moonless night. Some angels murmur that it's little wonder you turned out the way you did.

Ariel, Fallen Angel, take your first steps into your new life. Or perhaps you'd prefer to reminisce on why you are here to begin with?