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You are the third-born of the DI OMBRA FAMILY. You were born a bastard waif, a back-alley secret between a worm-ridden whore and some drunken noble. You grew up just one of many strays wise to hunger and death. You, however, would not pick pockets nor turn tricks: by the grace of your natural prowess for magic, you saw opportunity in service to the church as a sorceress to aid in their crusade against the monstrous.
You lent your stave to their inquisitions for a long and grisly decade–at least until you found love, whereupon you lay down your staff to retire to the countryside. You had a husband in tow and a child to come. You knew comfort and warmth in your cottage by the sea. Your days smelt of hearths, of flowers, of rain.. but that’s all gone now. You are a widow now, alone, a sorceress in service to herself.
You, however, are not without hope–the village by your cot, once a quaint hamlet, is now the fortress-like city-state of a powerful new CULT, its walls host to a parasitic cadre of zealots, monsters, and devils. You see opportunity here, just as you did the church–a chance to usurp this cult’s head and live a comfortable life as a goddess with a harem of hot monsters at your beck-and-call.
>What is your name?
