The world of Fjor- Undeath

The Mistress of Death

Long ago a little girl was born into this world. It is said that she had eyes like sapphires and hair a deeper black then the tides of space with no stars. Her name was not recorded nor spoken of for even at birth her name rose fear in those who knew it. Her father committing suicide after conception of her, and her mother dawning a hag like appearance not long after. The mother now appearing to look as if an old widow in a home nearly falling apart. Impoverished, secluded, and without friends this girl grew to be twisted and grotesque in action and thought. Murdering her mother at the age of ten and more so alone since. Reports and complaints that the guards would receive were nearly impossible to think of a girl her age of doing. Descriptive tales of howling, blood, and stomach turning thoughts continued to sprout continuous horrors unthinkable to the most seasoned of individuals.

Fear of this young girl isolated her so no living thing would even come close to the base of the hill on were the rotting and dismal house stood. It's gables near toppling caving itself at the slight breeze of a howling and bitter winter night. Some nights are rumored to have held spectacularly eerie lights dance like demons along its waking and sinister dark magics played about with the Hells of this world and others. Years pass and not a willing soul had spoken to this girl. Those who have spoken to her tell takes of a remarkably sane young woman but many also remark that something about he made their souls leave their bodies from sheer terror of unknown happenings that rest in the shadows of the unknown and undesirable. All those who do return seem to be paler than anything known to them. As if death itself had stood next to them and whispered unthinkable things.

Now approaching her adulthood she had now been seen in town and mingling among the townsfolk. Some gawking or fainting at her impeccably sinister beauty. It is said that one man, born the same year as her,  approached to offer his affections. But after not even a second into conversation he stood in front of her knees buckling in terror before he could utter a single word. What she had done with him after is unknown but the man had been seen quite fine and very much alive shortly after. He didn't speak of her since. A year later the man attempted again once her horrifying reputation and stories of her sinister calamities have calmed themselves. This time after hearing his proposal she accepted. The pair had gotten married a year later. In their entire time of being married never once spoke ill of his wife. Nor has he said anything that would arouse suspicion of lethality from her. But on the third year of being married, around the time of the autumn equinox the man had disappeared only to resurface as a corpse in the lake next to the village. His hair had turned completely white and all signs of decay had been completely absent. To no surprise the widow had not shed a tear or a worry at her husband's passing. Months had passed after he had passed and rumors again lit like wildfire among the villagers. More so when a courier passing had said that he saw her husband chopping wood out in the front of her home.

The townspeople awestruck and horrified at the meaning of what this meant began to make preparations to rid their town of the evil that had plagued their town for nearly thirty years. They gathered pitchforks, torches, and other weapons. That night, they sprang into action and stormed the home of the woman. What is left to know is not known since the village had since been abandoned. Passers by tell tales of the smell of decay and nauseating sights around the village. Almost as if the village itself had become dead with nothing left but the houses, rotting smells, and an eerie aura that has lasted since the first era.