Malice, Domina of the Dead
When a colossal smoke skull stained the skies over Solana, peasants screamed and farmers fled. But the dying soldiers who tried to hold the line… they rose. Restless zombies who would now do the bidding of their mistress.
Even before the Gates opened, Malice was already so proficient in her abilities that she turned her entire Solanian village into undead monsters. This wild woman held no respect for the dogmatic views of her former people, so when the villagers turned her over to Solana’s Inquisitors, she turned them into her puppets.
Malice had outgrown their scrutiny, and so she sought the Demonastery. With their access to forbidden knowledge, her gift blossomed as she became a vital ally in their war against the Light. She found their alliance quite useful for a time, and was never short of corpses to play with.
However, the day the Shadow Lord arrived, everything changed. His new Gate to i’Arathael, a true marvel to be studied. Unbridled excitement guided Malice to join with Viserai, as she realized that if she could create such a Gate herself, she could draw raw aether directly from the Shadowrealm. She could find a way to break the cycle. To create a life, everlasting.
Now, as the shadowhorde rallies around Viserai, Malice looks to the slaughter ahead with delight. To her, the beauty of war is the glorious waste of corpses, simply waiting for her touch…
In her hands, death is but a new beginning. Malice lets none go to waste in the fields of war, raising a restless horde of decaying dead to enact her fell commands.
Afflicted by her touch, some mortal remains grow malevolent after their final rites, their wickedness scratching at Malice until she lets them play.