Kåirand Thul-Lakår

Grew up as a scribe dreaming of great adventures. After many decades as a Scribe and an apprentice Acolyte of the Raven Queen, Matron of Death; I met a traveling priestess. She was very image of divine purity with her pearlescent white hair and bubbly nature. Our meeting was brief, but she left an ever-lasting impression on my heart. Our servitude kept us in constant contact but also kept us from mingling outside of our duties. So, I decided to train with the Monks of the Raven to create an opportunity to become part of her Royal Guard. 

 

Decades passed yet again, and despite my intense training, no opportunities were to be found. I feared that our paths would forever be untwined. Then the worst possible news whispered through the temple, the priestess was kidnapped by the followers of the Demon Prince of Undeath, Orcus. Furious, I stormed into the temple and requested to be sent to rescue our priestess. My emotions and passion for the priests were not unknown to the High Apostles of the Raven Queen. They saw my feelings for the priestess as a weakness, one that would hamper the rescue mission. The High Apostle Valik sent ten of our finest warriors, The Ravens Blade, assured of their success, giving them the highest blessings. That night I took off after the Raven Queen, Matron of Death herself whispered her blessings in my ear to rescue my love.

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I trailed behind the Ravens Blade and upon reaching the Cultist of Orcus, the Raven Blade fell to their dark magic. The battle was bloody and only a couple of Cultists remained when I finally caught up. I was too late. The last Cultist fell to the ritual of sacrifice meant to offer the pure soul of the priests to bring Orcus to the mortal realm in her body. With only one choice left; to kill the one I love so dearly to stop the completion of the ritual but send her to eternal damnation. I choose to instead stitch her soul to mine—hoping to find a way to save her soul at the very least. I carved ancient runes all over our bodies spilling our blood as an offering to the Raven Queen for her protection and smearing it all over the cultist ritual incantation circles.

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However, this was against everything our Goddess stands for and my untimeliness rang true ever-still, her soul had become deeply corrupted by Orcus and was now bound and imprisoned in my body. I seek ancient texts of the old Gods of Death in hopes of purifying her soul once again. Whatever foul demon laid claim to her soul screams out in rage, for it too is bound now within me. 

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I keep her secret—no matter her pleas for death. Knowing that only I'm to blame for her eternal suffering. I fear that my death will give rise to the demon whom which I tricked into binding our souls into one vessel.