Known as the Witch of War, she was once a servant of the Lord of Abundance. Born and bound to a foul and ravenous faith, she was raised in the wild places of the world, tempered by hunger, hardened by steel, and trained as a sellsword before she was ever allowed to choose her own path.

Her life was meant to be an instrument of corruption. Drawn toward a holy order not by devotion but by design, she was sent as a subtle blight, her Lord’s will made flesh, meant to erode sanctity from within.

But something fractured.

Whether doubt, defiance, or the first spark of her own will, she broke faith with the god who claimed her. She severed herself from the rot of that divine hunger and fled to Lyonesse, seeking distance from the Choir of the Red Angel, the ever-whispering hymn that once guided her blade.

Now she walks as neither true apostate nor faithful servant. A warrior forged in heresy, hunted by memory and perhaps by heaven itself, she wages her own war, against gods, against fate, and against the voice that still echoes in the hollow places of her soul.

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