The White Nun Of The Silver Scythe(Lore Building - Skipable)

They tell a story of a nun, one bound to a god's service. To him, she bowed, and to him, she looked up to. Her smile was as pale as milky morning dew resting on a tulip, her skin more fair than a wisp's glow and her laughs a sweet melody. She had no name for her master deemed it not necessary, and yet she was happily being one of the many congruent to her deity.

But gods have a knack for testing the faith of the faithful while ignoring the devilish. And yet she was supposed to pray every waking moment of her being even though the sinful were let loose and instead, she was the one being punished? 

"Why must you test me so often, my lord?" She questioned in defiance, kneeling in front of the idol of the deity.