Serafel

As red as the plague that haunts the Scarred Wasteland, Seraphel quietly plans and schemes. There's nothing wrong with biding her time, nothing wrong with waiting for just a little while. Long has she been trampled on, her talent for magic misused by those less talented than hers. Was it wrong for her to wish for healing in a Plague clan? Was it wrong for her to want a non-violent way of living? Perhaps it was.

Spells she had created under the request of her members, those she called family, were twisted and turned into one that would harm and hurt others. She begged it to be over. She begged that they not do such things, but she was cast away, mocked, and harmed. No more, she thought.

No more. Serafel took up her own measures. They want her changed, then she will change. So she planned. She schemed. She waited. Days upon days she read upon darker lore, darker magic. Spells of blood and bone. Rituals to drain one's life energy to give to the caster. If it was dark, she read it, learned it, used it. When the opportunity arose and it came, much sooner than she expected.

The day had been slow for the clan, no traders had passed and no unsuspecting traveller. Everyone was bored. So she smiled and greeted everyone in the clan, just like normal. She cracked jokes and laughed with everyone. Then, as she stood on the outskirts of the lair, she bid them farewell, grinning as she saw the effects of her spell take place. Now she was free, but where was she to go now. Her hands tainted and mind, no longer innocent.

It was as she wandered aimlessly that she trudged upon the hot soils of Ashfall Waste. There she went to stock up on her supplies, glad that there were many traders in the Waste. She had come upon one stall, minded by a golden coatl. He offered her trinkets and food and many other items, but as she went to buy an item she flailed at being asked a question:

"You're from the Scarred Wasteland aren't you?" What was she to say? What would be the reaction? Could she escape fast enough should she dispose of him. "Ah, sorry, you just have that air around you. Kind of reminds me of the Alpha. He was from the Abiding Boneyard, but then came here. He's cool though, not like some of the others I've seen."

It was at that comment that Serafel had decided to see this clan.

A sorcerer of dark arts.

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