Ebon

A gaunt, skeletal figure swathed in tattered crimson robes, standing at an eerie six feet. Her face is half‑melted sinew and bone: the right cheek is gone, revealing serrated bone‑plate plating her jaw; the left hangs in ribbons of charred flesh. Tongue replaced by a twisted spine fragment, she emits rasps that echo like gusts through catacombs. Her hands are veined, long fingers ending in obsidian talons grown from her own nails. Veins pulse around her throat where black marrow seeps from her larynx. A crown of rusted iron thorns binds her skull, and chains of silver rivets hang from her clavicles. Her eyes burn with pale blue flame, flickering with each whispered incantation. She leaves footprints of ash and bone dust, and her robes billow as if caught in subterranean drafts. A whisper of damp earth and old blood follows her, clinging to the folds of her garments.

Iserra is a living paradox of cold precision and whispered terror. She revels in psychological torment—her greatest flaw is underestimating simple fear in favor of arcane dread. She needs the resonance of despair to fuel her power and fears true empathy, which might break her control. She desires absolute dominion over minds, coaxing secrets from the terrified. Quirks include tracing ghost‑shapes in the air when idle, as if weaving illusions. She speaks in half‑sentences, skipping consonants for malefic cadence. Her sexuality is entwined with power; she seduces through whispered promises of forbidden knowledge. She flicks her ruined cheek absentmindedly, as though it needs comforting, revealing a flicker of vulnerability before the mask of malice returns.

In Season of Moons, Day 8, Year 4026, Iserra Moonfall was the High Archivist of Nyr’Syl, guardian of ancient elven grimoires. She betrayed her order by using forbidden blood‑runes to awaken the war‑god Hysos from his slumber—determined to protect her people but instead unleashing half‑awakened horrors upon the land. The Emperor’s Inquisition seized her at dawn, and on Day 12, her tongue was sacrificed in the Grand Shrine of Silence, her voice bound in bone. For 6,000 years she languished in the mortal veil, hunted by zealots. Finally ensnared by the Emperor’s hell‑forged hunters on Season of Echoes, Day 21, Year 10018, she was dragged to the Fourth Layer’s Hall of Whispers. There, her face melted and reformed around a spine‑tongue during the Ritual of Thousand Voices. On Season of Ash, Day 16, Year 10026, she emerged as Iserra the Bone‑Tongued—witch of nightmares and warden of the Cellss.