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There along a road in the countryside of the Allirian Reach, surrounded by wheat fields on one side and a treeline on the other, a gaunt young woman with red hair shambled forward like the living dead. The wind which gently blew over the wheat fields to her right, causing the stalks to sway, similarly seemed as if it might knock her over, as she clutched her side with her right arm, each step forward ragged and uncontrolled, threatening to be the last she would walk. Her eyes bore an untold exhaustion, occasionally flittering shut as her consciousness was waning the same way her steps were faltering, her very existence seeming like a candleflame which had reached the end of its wick, ready to be snuffed out by the lightest of breaths.
Yet her presence underlined a truth hidden to the naked eye: Cassandra was fighting for her very life, and her very right to exist. She bore a pendant with a swirling red liquid inside around her neck, inside which resided a terrible, ancient spirit that thirsted for the energy of the living. When it went hungry, it consumed Cassandra instead, and within the pendant, it could survive for some time until the next unfortunate fool happened by that could serve as a new vessel. It had chosen Cassandra for a surprising reason: hers was an assuming form, a thin 26 year-old woman that no person would suspect was capable of sucking a soul completely dry of its energy, a form able to deceive both man and woman, human and elf and dwarf and halfling, with incredible ease. After all, who didn't want to help the damsel in distress? Even if she bore a glowing blue sword in a worn scabbard on her hip?
It was this very act which caused Cassandra to act as she did now, for she bore a great and terrible guilt from the acts in which she had been complicit, playing the web to the Shade's spider, and forced to watch as it drained those unfortunate enough for her to come across. And after ten years of suffering, she was again at her limit, refusing to allow the Shade to take hold of her body, even as it was beginning to drain her very essence as a result, a suicidal act of defiance which saw her after only a few days beginning to be relieved of her living energy.
It was all well and good; Cassandra was prepared to die. At least then, she thought, she could be free at last from her waking nightmare. Yet when a figure appeared ahead on the road, she felt that unmistakable feeling arise in her chest, as she too began to thirst for life-essence. Maybe, she thought, the Shade could take over just one last time before she died, for she was feeling ever so parched at the moment, and giving in now would be so easy...
Be'Sennar The Redeemer
Yet her presence underlined a truth hidden to the naked eye: Cassandra was fighting for her very life, and her very right to exist. She bore a pendant with a swirling red liquid inside around her neck, inside which resided a terrible, ancient spirit that thirsted for the energy of the living. When it went hungry, it consumed Cassandra instead, and within the pendant, it could survive for some time until the next unfortunate fool happened by that could serve as a new vessel. It had chosen Cassandra for a surprising reason: hers was an assuming form, a thin 26 year-old woman that no person would suspect was capable of sucking a soul completely dry of its energy, a form able to deceive both man and woman, human and elf and dwarf and halfling, with incredible ease. After all, who didn't want to help the damsel in distress? Even if she bore a glowing blue sword in a worn scabbard on her hip?
It was this very act which caused Cassandra to act as she did now, for she bore a great and terrible guilt from the acts in which she had been complicit, playing the web to the Shade's spider, and forced to watch as it drained those unfortunate enough for her to come across. And after ten years of suffering, she was again at her limit, refusing to allow the Shade to take hold of her body, even as it was beginning to drain her very essence as a result, a suicidal act of defiance which saw her after only a few days beginning to be relieved of her living energy.
It was all well and good; Cassandra was prepared to die. At least then, she thought, she could be free at last from her waking nightmare. Yet when a figure appeared ahead on the road, she felt that unmistakable feeling arise in her chest, as she too began to thirst for life-essence. Maybe, she thought, the Shade could take over just one last time before she died, for she was feeling ever so parched at the moment, and giving in now would be so easy...
Be'Sennar The Redeemer