Our Lady of the Pale Flame

Absconded as a spoil of war, her keepers are ignorant of this creation’s purpose and value beyond what they can see: destructive might housed within a seemingly delicate form. A terrible force capable of bringing kings to their knees. Their lands scorched as far as the eye can see and further, slow to bring forth new life from the ashes.

Why the mortal races celebrate such destruction when it is to be lamented is ever a mystery to her. She rather observe in unspoken judgement of this old-new world as these sovereigns rise then fall with her changing hands voluntarily. This was to document and learn of the world however has grown weary of it with each passing century. Of how everything pales in comparison to the realm she knew before her induced slumber.