Blade

There lived a homeless man on the street, shivering due to the recent uptick in the cold weather. A woman appeared from the corner, dressed in all black, with an overcoat and some food in her arms. She put it in front of the homeless man. The man felt grateful, but before he could say anything, the woman had disappeared.

Blade, the rogue, was a servant of the poor, swift on her feet. She snuck around at night, stole from the ones who she thought had more than they deserved, and gave it to the more deserving. She saw herself as the maintainer of the balance.

When the grave fire happened, the town had burned down and there was no balance left to maintain. Fear and anxiety clouded her mind as she knew not what to make of what she saw. Her dagger lay beside her, but it emitted a strange lavender light. She picked it up, and her eyes shone bright. She could now see something she hadn’t seen ever before: souls, wandering around, at unrest.

Starting Point: Eerie Chasm