User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-28718853-20161124020325/@comment-28358106-20161126235524

Cyndwella looks grim.

"I don't remember what I was before I became a Wisp.  I do remember what happened afterwards, though.  I was looking for a husband, and had not yet found a place to settle and begin my search, so I began to wander.  I remember sticking to swamps and dense woods, so I could travel unannounced and unseen.  I came to a mire one night, and was drawn to some cries for help."

"A little boy had been exploring where he was not supposed to be, and had fallen into the swamp.  The freezing mud had almost killed him, and it was getting dark and he was scared.  So I did the only thing I could; I pulled him out and into my cage, where I used my Demonic Energy to keep him warm until I could get him home.  I took him to the edge of his town and left him there."

"I thought that was the end of it...except it was an Order town.  There was a garrison nearby and their paladins had smelled the Demonic Energy all over the boy.  I returned the next day to see if he was all right, and I instead found him on trial in the town square.  They were going to execute him for heresy.  Execute him!   A little boy!"

She composes herself and continues. "I intervened, thinking that they would see his innocence.  Instead, their mages attacked me and bound me with their magic.  They accused me of trying to turn the boy into an Incubus.  Using their magic, they performed a rite of exorcism on me."

She shows her free-floating arms and points to her Glasgow Smile. Her voice drops to a near whisper.

"Using their holy bindings, they pulled me apart.  As punishment for heresy against the goddess, they cut out my tongue and cut my face open.  To exorcise me, they finally cut off my head." She tilts her head back, revealing her severed neck. She pauses, remembering the ordeal. She continues.

"Victivius found me after I was destroyed, and brought me here.  He offered me a place at his side, a place where I could always be whom I was meant to be.  Here, I am the patron spirit of the wronged.  He gave me a chance at revenge that I've taken many, many times over."

She grins her horrible grin. "Is your curiosity satisfied?  Shall we go on?  Heloise is worse, I think.  And Emelia is probably the worst of us all."