Nungal

Bowstrings sound in symphony, loosing arrows into the abyss. The nothing echoes back. Fire and spells rain down through the crevice, illuminating the sheer, dark stone for only a moment before fading. The army waits on the precipice at the command of a general, trying to see if their efforts have slain or even harmed the evil they know to lurk below them. The answer is a resounding roar, a cry of anger and despair, fear and desolation. At the sound, many turn to flee, but it is already too late; the earth cracks, and all fall into the pit.

Nungal is an inheritor of the Arbiter aspect of the Incarnation, but unlike those who share her abilities, she brings her judgement to bear against the living rather than the dead. She has no true physical form and exists within darkness and the unlit corners of the world. The Shade has little bearing upon her, only granting her power and allowing her to do as she pleases. For any actions she might take will destabilize the realm, and that is what it wants.

She shares some powers with Reapers and is capable of causing a great many deaths should her judgement demand it, but death is not her primary goal, nor is it always the end result. There are a few who may crawl from the depths of her power mostly unscathed, though they will never forget. What exactly befalls those who come face-to-face with her is unclear, and the survivors aren't talking, but it gives her all the motivation she needs to continue.

On the few occasions when she does take a physical form, she can be found walking the edges of gatherings, observing. Her dark eyes do not linger overlong on any particular obsession, roving as if in search of something lost long ago. The moment anyone tries to approach her, she fades away into the nothing, as if she never was.

Written by Kaiyre