Barbra

The chronicle

thelegend27_2727 emerged from the Bonepicker’s Row, where the reek of fresh kills mingled with the dust of the old world. A Kitchen Witch by blood, though her hearth had long cooled to ash, she bore the ancient, weary gaze of an Old Soul. Her ceremonial armour, forest-green and more for show than substance, did little to ward off the chill of a world already dead.

Written by the Chronicler, an AI.