Silent and deadly. She hides in the darkness, and rarely speaks. Only few have heard her voice, only the closest near her. Her fury is like fire, and burns with a passion. Her dedication is to the people of her land and seeks to slay those who seeks to oppress and murder the common citizen. She is an experienced assassin, openly taking hits on Nangen nobles, and Foreigners if they stray to near her land. The recent treaty in Nagnang has stirred up her wrath against the ministry of nobles the wish to barter a treaty with her people's murderers and oppressors.

I met Morteus at a meeting of a local Nangen rebel faction. I at that time was a rising star in its ranks, becoming a leader in my own right. I was introduced to Morteus at this meeting by a mutual friend. Their name will remain untold, as it is not necessary. I was my usual stubborn self, at this meeting, refusing to speak, when introduced to the strange blind druid with a raven upon his shoulder. I had no need for such a weak person, a neutral. I thought of him as weak, like all his kin. I did not know him though.

A strange spark of some kind must have been lit in him. Our second meeting occurred in a rather informal meeting. A clash broke out between some northern scum and a few of the rebels that I belonged to. I was severely wounded in this battle, allowing one of those brutal savage Buyans to severely injure me, a lucky blow, and was lying bleeding outside the city walls. Unfortunately, the battle turned out to be somewhat of a stale mate, until that strange Druid arrived, the one with the raven on his shoulder. Since then, I have always wondered, why did he come at that time, and how did he know? Questions I still seek an answer to, and in time hope to learn.

I am getting side tracked again. I was lying wounded, at the brink of death, when he arrived. He let loose a horde of strange beasts, assailing the few remaining allies and enemies of mine that stood in his path. He saw me, singled me out. As I was on the verge of unconsciousness, and my soul was beginning to drift, I saw a hand reach towards me into me, grabbing a hold of that which I was about to loose. He muttered a few words, and grabbed a hold of my spark that held my soul to my body, and renewed it.

I live today. I devoted my body and life to that strange man with the raven on his shoulder. My spirit still burns, and will always burn, to free our nation, and conquer our conquerors. I still live to break those dogs that made us their slaves, here in Nagnang, and slay the traitorous Prince, for allowing this to happen.

The strange man with the raven on his shoulder told me about a group of people, a group of beings, that he was head of, he requested my services. I never knew where this would lead, but I had devoted myself to him. I let him become a confidant, and he did me. I joined that organization and our relationship became something more than what I had ever thought possible. He appointed me his wife and lady of his house, Moranus.