[22/10/2026] Daily Art Drop

Amayah grew up in Jalimariya's hill country, the daughter of a Jalimriyan horse trader and a Sadoran seamstress. She joined a free company at sixteen, scouting the lawless border passes between Jalimariya and western Sadoros. By eighteen she led the company's forward scouts.

Her life changed when the company was hired to clear grave robbers from a collapsed Theodassan-era garrison in the Bravonian border lands. The robbers were already dead, killed by something in the lower vaults. Amayah was first through the door. A corroded bronze reliquary detonated, releasing centuries of curdled Titan Thread magick that had been sealed inside since before the empire's fall. The blast killed the two soldiers behind her, and it should have killed her too.

Instead it tore her apart and remade her. She woke three days later with her skin blanched to ashen grey, her body crossed with thick raised seams of scar tissue as though she'd been stitched back together by something inhuman, and her eyes glowing a steady, deep red. A retired sorceress near Orsino examined her and explained it: she heals from injuries that would kill anyone else, but the seams spread with every wound the curse repairs. There is no cure.

After a bad year of drinking and pit fighting across Sadoros, she found her purpose by accident when she single-handedly broke a bandit company preying on a village that couldn't afford mercenaries. Now she wanders the countryside between Bravonia and Sadoros, fighting bandits, slavers, and petty warlords who prey on defenceless villages. She takes no coin, asks only for a meal and a place to sleep.