Lady_Preston

Katriana ver Preston. In life, she was a noble warrior and adventurer. Although not famed throughout the lands as a great hero, she had a solid reputation for working with others and clearing out monsters. She was steadfast, skilled, and possessed a good heart.

That was in life. That was before she joined a group who took on a job to clear out a crypt that was the source of recent monster activity. Zombies, skeletons, wights and ghouls. It shouldn't have posed a problem. Yet when they reached the deepest levels of the crypt, thinking some sort of curse or mid-level necromancer to blame, they discovered the horrifying truth. The unquiet dead were merely the symptom of a waking lich. Sealed there long ago, it was massively powerful, and made short work of her companions. Then it turned on her...

Had the lich merely slain Katriana, it would have been a mercy. Instead, it took something of a perverse liking to her, and rather than just another animated corpse the lich made her one of its own. It ripped out her very soul, hid it away in a phylactery, and turned the adventurer into a lich herself. Her heart does not beat, her breath flows only to speak, and she is very, very difficult to kill.

Unlike many of this type of undead, Kat is not strong magically. Her inherent abilities are massive physical strength and resistance. She does give off a fearsome aura of grim death, causing terror in the weak-willed, and she can command lesser forms of undead. But perhaps worse than all that is her unending hunger; the constant urge to try to fill the abyssal ache where her soul used to reside by consuming the life of others. Her armor isn't a problem. Those she devours vanish wholesale into her gullet, vanishing without making her any larger despite their fate within her belly.

For the most part, she looks in undeath as she did in life. 6'3" tall, strongly built, her armor and sword well maintained. Her smooth skin has gone a pale grey, however, her hair white and her eyes light crimson. Katriana's new existence has brought with it a high resistance to any magics based on cold, darkness, curses, or death. On the flip side, she is vulnerable to strong enough fire, light, or blessings.

Still quite mercenary in her lifestyle, the adventurer wanders. Occasionally, her old self shines through, and she can be downright altruistic. But inevitably her new nature and the ceaseless craving gnawing within her takes over, proving that the woman who went into that hellish crypt may as well have been buried there, and something else rose in her place....


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