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Once confronted, Gwynevere spoke to the fragility of people as a whole. That their fabricated symbols and prayers meant nothing in the face of true power. (WIP) |
Revision as of 17:32, 23 October 2020
Tiefling, AKA ‘Gwyn The Pestilent’
Appearance
Gwynevere can be identified by her strange grey skin pigment and two sawn-off horns between locks of white hair. She casts a sinister gaze over her legions of undead through wide purple eyes. Gwynevere has smooth features which she covers with a heavy set of armor held up by gold chains clasped around her waist and body. Gwynevere’s hands are blackened by her necrotic magic and anything she touches immediately turns to dust.
Backstory
The Forsaken
Gwynevere is a member of the Forsaken and was responsible for disintegrating Laura’s limbs, crippling her at an early age. Gwynevere’s greatest mistake would be leaving Laura alive.
Verytus
When Gwynevere arrived in Verytus, she sang praise of the city, and sold the clergy at the temple that she had been sent there to help them purify the city. None the wiser, the clergy allowed her in, giving her an opening to plant the seeds of distrust and corruption from the clergy down to the Inquisitors. Gwynevere began to spread a widespread contagion through the corpse of an adult dragon that had accidentally consumed one of her Flesh Giants. Content with this, Gwynevere accelerated the infection and rate of infection through her powerful necrotic magic. Within a few days, citizens turned against one another succumbing to bouts of cannibalistic madness mistaken for Red Plague. It was up to Croak and Dagger to stop her.
Croak and Dagger
The Fight
Once confronted, Gwynevere spoke to the fragility of people as a whole. That their fabricated symbols and prayers meant nothing in the face of true power. (WIP)