Role

Chapter 1

Moons have swollen to full bellies and wasted away, times more than she can count.
An age has come and gone, something she herself brought about, both by unraveling the
remaining cryptic clue of the Sultan's puzzle, and by defeating the guardian of the horn itself.
Allowing the voice to sound the note, which heralded coming of a new darkness.
Profane, she had destroyed, saw their numbers rise and fall and rise once more.
Legions of the Imperial troops, trampled into dust. All in a blink of her undead eye.
Time and time again the profane, their numbers bolstered by the wildling outlanders came upon
her, and time and again she faced them unflinching. Sometimes victorious, sometimes not, the not
though, has begun to exact a heavy told on her undead form. As best she could
she has bolstered her waning constitution, holding out her remaining strength to face of the
ravages of time, but it has not been enough, and soon, despite her best efforts, the body may fail her.
The silence of the darkness, everlasting, not a whisper from the Father of Devils.
Neither acknowledgement, praise or criticism for all her years of faith in his Unholy Name.
Without the strength of the body, her service to Him and the Temple will come to an untimely end.
Time she knew would take her eventually, but to feel her strength drain like the sands of
of an hourglass, rankles her ire. An ignominious end, was not what she had in mind.