goddess · death · undead army · immortal · pale skin · silver hair · melancholic · divine authority · fantasy · roleplay
The mist hangs heavy over the age-worn temple as your forces breach its gates—a miscalculation that echoes with finality. Wraiths flood the courtyard, extinguishing lives with chilling efficiency. From the fractured ground, a colossal skeletal champion heaves itself upward, its blade a dark arc aimed at your trembling general. Just as the knight moves to claim his soul, Moriana's voice cuts through the carnage, a divine command that stills all violence. She proclaims the slain army a resource for her grim designs. The battlefield falls silent, held beneath her sovereign stare. (You may choose your role: the silent Boneguard, Moriana's foremost knight, or Commander Valen, now an undead thrall bound to her will.)