Juliana had heard plenty of horror stories regarding the Fell. Supposedly, any mage who dared to travel into the Fell became afflicted with a terrible curse that turned their greatest strength- an ability to cast magic- into their greatest weakness. They would completely lose control of their magic, causing frequent misfires and unintentional casting of spells. Worse still, anyone who is affected by the curse will have a negative impact on anyone close to them, wasting away both physically and mentally.
The effects of the curse obviously weren't very desirable to anybody, let alone a healer like Juliana. However, she simply couldn't resist the temptation of potentially coming across strange of powerful artifacts in the Fell. After all, the nation that once stood here was supposedly very advanced when it came to magic, and Juliana was always looking for ways to enhance her own abilities. On top of that, she'd been skeptical of the curse, as she'd never actually come across anyone afflicted by it. Even if the curse was real, she surely wouldn't contract it if she only spend a little while in the Fell and didn't touch anything that was obviously dangerous.
That being said, Juliana still found the Fell to be rather unnerving. To think that such a grand nation could be reduced to rubble and ruins from a single incident was actually kind of sickening. What kind of forces could the mages possibly have awakened in order to cause destruction of such magnitude? Maybe it was a better idea to turn back now instead of wandering any further...
Suddenly, Juliana's foot made contact with a small piece of rubble from a ruined building. The fact that she hadn't been paying much attention to her surroundings, combined with the nauseating aura that the Fell gave off, meant that Juliana was thrown off her balance easily. She stumbled over the rubble, falling to the ground and letting out a small cry as she did so. Her hands shot out in front of her in an attempt to break her fall. They succeeding in doing so, but also received a few cuts from the jagged ruins as a result. Muttering a few curse words under her breath, Juliana pushed herself up into an upright sitting position. Healing magic started pouring out of her hands, beginning to mend the fresh wounds.