Blight

Blight carries the smell of an ice-barren sea with her everywhere she goes. She embodies the aftermath of winter famine, when disease has ravaged the lairs and left nothing but silence, whistling wind, and hoarfrost. Her body is exceptionally cold to the touch.

Blight came to the Ashwound a broken and starving creature; when asked her name, the only word she said was 'blight'. Some of the other Guardians are of the opinion that Blight failed her sacred charge. Certainly, Blight has not talked about having a charge or looking for one - bringing up the subject will result only in an icy stare until you apologize.

Perhaps because of her dislike for questions, Blight roams, scouting for dangers that might threaten the Ashwound. In return, Excolo provides the wandering Guardian with food, medical care when needed, and a place she can call 'home' if she ever wants to.