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Magic has returned to Pruvia at last.
on carina duveron.
CARINA DUVERON.— tl;dr: necromantic druid wants to
Carina Duveron has not always been, but will be until her death twice-over, a Wife-Priestess of Janus. Magic may come and magic may go; the six stones may fall from the sky, and perhaps someday only three will, or seven will come to pass. But one thing is true: Carina will always be a Wife.
Born into a time without magic, Carina was trained as a herbalist as a young girl, until the death of her mother and spread of famine throughout her village saw her without direction. Angry, upset, and wanting to reverse this, she searched for magic. Devoured every text, every suggestion, every half-baked tale told by long-addled fishermen on the Wrynn Islands. It led her to Janus, the Pruvian God of Death, who -- along with Kitia, the Goddess of Illumination, Prophecy, and the Sun -- was one of the strongest of the Six Pantheon.
The Wives of Janus, when Carina found them, were small in number, crippled and near forgotten in crypts, scattered among places in the world where the planes were thin. See, magic had been locked away from Pruvia, but there were still places to feel it. To see it. Even Gods can grow desperate enough, bored enough, to want to visit the mortal plane. The Wife-Priestesses of Janus were given a tiny seed of his magic to use in a world that had none. But it -- like all power -- would come at a cost. Every use of it would summon a little more of him into the world. A tree would rot in the world. A man would fall to his knees, blood pouring from his eyes. In the distant forests, a fawn would be born with two heads, and then be dead within the day.
Not cruel things. No famine, no danger. But-- some sliver of the unnatural would fall further and further into this world, twisting it. And still. It was magic. It was magic. It didn't exist, and now it did, and now Carina Duveron -- after fasting, after ritual, after prayer after prayer after devout prayer -- was a Wife. She was icy cold to the touch. She aged slower. Perhaps she would never mother a child. But who cared of the cost of such human things, when she could knit spells to speak with the dead?
She traveled, for a time. Only the most desperate of Pruvians sought out the Wives of Janus; most feared them. It was in the scope of this fear that, when magic returned to Pruvia in the Year of the Crane, Carina joined the Hornet's Nest.
MORE TBD.